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Henry V ; 

Henry VI. Part I ; 

Henry VI. Part II ; 

Henry VI. Part III. 


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Perfons represented. 

King Henry the fifth : 

Dukes of Bedford, and Glofter, bis Brothers : 

Duke of Exeter, Ins Uncle. 

Duke c^York. Archbijhop of Canterbury. 

Earls of Warwick, Weftmoreland, Salisbury, 

and Cambridge. BiJhopofE\y. Lord Scroop. 

Sir Thomas Grey, and Sir Thomas Erpingham. 

Gower, Fluellen, Jamy, and Macmorris, Officers ; 

Bates, Court, and Williams, Soldiers in the King's Army . 

Nym, Piftol, rfWBardolph, Soldiers in the fame; 

Boy, their Companion, a Herald. Chorus. 

Charles the Jixth, the French King : 

Dauphin, his Son. Conjlable of France. 

Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and Burgundy. 

Lords Grandpree, and Rambures. an Embajfador. 

Governor of Harfleur. Mountjoy, a Herald. 

a Mejfinger. a French Gentleman. 

Isabel, the French Queen : 
Catherine, her Daughter. 
Alice, a Lady attending Catherine. 
Hojlefs, Wife to Piftol. 

Divers other Attendants, Lords, Ladies, Officers^ 
Soldiers, &c. French and Englifh. 

Scene, differed', in England, and France. 



Enter Chorus. 

O, for a muse of fire, that would afcend 
The brightest heaven of invention ! 
A kingdom for a ftage, princes to aft, 
And monarchs to behold the fwelling fcene ! 
Then fhould the warlike Harry, like himfelf, 
Aflume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, 
Leafh'd in like hounds, fhould famine, fword, and fire, 
Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all, 
The flat unraised fpirit, that hath dar'd, 
On this unworthy fcaffbld, to bring forth 
So great an objeft : Can this cock-pit hold 
The vafty field of France? or may we cram, 
Within this wooden O, the very cafques 
That did affright the air at Agincourt ? 
O, pardon ! fince a crooked figure may 
Atteft, in little place, a million ; 

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And let us, cyphers to this great accompt, 

On your imaginary forces work : 

Suppose, \vithin the girdle of these walls 

Are now confin'd two mighty monarchies, 

Whose high-upreared and abutting fronts 

The perilous narrow ocean parts afunder : . 

Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; 

Into a thousand parts divide one man, 

And make imaginary puifiance : 

Think, when we talk of horfes, that you fee them 

Printing their proud hoofs i'the receiving earth : 

For 'tis your thoughts that now muft deck our kings, 

Carry them here and there ; jumping o'er times; 

Turning the accompliuSment of many years 

Into an hour-glafs ; For the which fupply, 

Admit me chorus to this hiflory ; 

Who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray, 

Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play. [Exit. 

SCENE 1. London. A Room in the Kings Palace^ 
Enter the Archbijbop of CANTERBURY, 

and the Bijhop of EL Y. 

CAN. My lord, I'll tell you, that felf bill is urg'd, 
Which, in the eleventh year o'the laft king's reign, 
Was like, and had indeed againft us paff'd, 
But that the fcambling and unquiet time 
Did pufh it out of farther queftion. 
ELY. But how, my lord, fhall we resift it now ? 
CAN. It muft be thought on. If it pafs againft us 
We lose the better half of our possefiion : 
For all the temporal lands, which men devout 
By teftament have given to the church, 

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Would they ftrip from us ; being valu'd thus, 
As much as would maintain, to the king's honour, 
Full fifteen earls, and fifteen hundred knights; 
Six thousand and two hundred good efquires ; 
And, to relief of lazars, and weak age, 
Of indigent faint fouls, paft corporal toil, 
A hundred alms-houses, right well fupply'd; 
And to the cofFers of the king, befide, 
A thousand pounds by the year : Thus runs the bill. 
ELY. This would drink deep. 
CAN. 'Twould drink the cup and all. 
ELY. But what prevention ? 
Cjitf. The king is full of grace, and fair regard : 
ELY. And a true lover of the holy church. 
CJN . The courfes of his youth promis'd it not. 
The breath r.o fooner left his father's body, 
But that his wildnefs, mortify 'd in him, 
Seem'd to die too : yea, at that very moment, 
Confideration like an angel came, 
And whip'd the offending Adam out of him ; 
Leaving his body as a paradife, 
To envelop and contain celeftial fpirits. 
Never was iuch a fudden fcholar made : 
Never came reformation in a flood, 
With fuch a heady current, fcouring faults ; 
Nor never hydra-headed wilfuloefs 
Sd'foon did lose his feat, and all at once, 
As in this king. 

ELY. We are blefled in the change. 
CAS. Hear him but reason in divinity, 
And, all-admiring, with an inward wifh 
YOU would d*sire, the king were made a prelate : 

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Hear him debate of common-wealth affairs, 

You would fay it hath been all-in-all his ftudy : 

Lift his difcourfe of war, and you (hall hear 

A fearful battle render'd you in musick : 

Turn him to any cause of policy, 

The Gordian knot of it he will unloofe, 

Familiar as his garter ; that, when he fpeaks, 

The air, a charter'd libertine, is ftill, 

And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, 

To fteal his fvveet and honey'd fentences ; 

So that the art and praftic part of life 

Muft be the mif!refs to this theorique : 

Which is a wonder, how his grace mould glean it ; 

Since his addidion was to courfes vain ; 

His companies unletter'd, rude, and fhallow ; 

His hours filPd up with riots, banquets, fports ; 

And never noted in him any ftudy, 

Any retirement, any fequeftration 

From open haunts and popularity. 

EIT. The ftrawberry grows underneath the nettle ; 
And wholfome berries thrive and ripen beft, 
Ncighbour'd by fruit of bafer quality : 
And fo the prince obfcur'd his contemplation 
Under the veil of wildnefs ; which, no doubt, 
Grew like the fummer grafs, fafteft by night, 
Unfeen, yet crefcive in his faculty. 

CAX. Jt mull be fo : for miracles are ceaf'd ; 
And therefore we muft needs admit the means, 
How things are perfected. 

ELY. "But, my good lord, 
How now for mitigation of this bill 
Urg'd by the commons ? Doth his majefly 

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Incline to it, or no ? 

CAN. He feems indifferent ; 
Or, rather, fwaying more upon our part, 
Than cherifliing the exhibiters againll us : 
For I have made an offer to his majefty, 
Upon our fpimual convocation ; 
And in regard of causes now in hand, 
Which I have open'd to his grace at large, 
As touching France, to give a greater fum, 
Than ever at one time the clergy yet 
Did to his predeceffors part withal. 

ELY. How did this offer feem receiv'd, my lord ? 

CAN. With good acceptance of his majefty : 
Save, that there was not time enough to hear 
(As, I perceiv'd, his grace would fain have done) 
The feverals, and unhidden paflages, 
Of his true titles to fome certain dukedoms ; 
And, generally, to the crown and feat of France, 
Deriv'd from Edward, his great grandfather. 

ELY. Whatwas the impediment that broke this off? 

CAN. The French ambaffador, upon that inftant, 
Crav'd audience : and the hour, I think, is come, 
To give him hearing ; Is it four o'clock ? 

ELY. It is. 

CAN. Then go we in, to know his embaffy : 
Which I could, with a ready guefs, declare, 
Before the Frenchman fpeaks a word of it. 

ELY. I'll wait upon you ; and I long to hear it. [Ex. 

SCEN Ell.T'he fame. A Room of State in the fame. 
Enter King Henry, andTrain of Nobles ; Dukes of Bedford, 

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Kin. Where is my gracious lord of Canterbury f 

EXE. Not here in presence. 

Kin. Send for him, good uncle. [Exit an Alt. 

Wzs. Shall we call in the ambaflador, my liege ? 

Kin. Not yet, my cousin ; we would be resolv'd, 
Before we hear him, of fome things of weight, 
That taflt our thoughts, concerning us and France. 

CAN. God, and his angels, guard your facred throne, 
And make you long become it ! 

Kin. Sure, we thank you. 
My learned lord, we pray you to proceed ; 
And juftly and religioufly unfold, 
Why the law Salique, which they have in France, 
Or fhould, or fhould not, bar us in our claim. 
And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord, 
That you mould famion, wreft, or bow your reading,. 
Or nicely charge your underftanding foul 
With opening titles mifcreate, whose right 
Suits not in native colours with the truth ; 
For God doth know, how many, now in health, 
Shall drop their blood in approbation 
Of what your reverence (hall incite us to : 
Therefore take heed how you impawn our perfon, 
How you awake the ileeping fword of war ; 
We charge you in the name of God, take heed : 
For never two fuch kingdoms did contend, 
Without much fall of blood ; whose guiltlefs drops 
Are every one a woe, a fore complaint, 
'Gain ft him, whose wrong gives edge unto the fword. 
That makes fuch wafte in brief mortality. 
Under this conjuration, fpeak, my lord: 

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And we will hear, note, and believe in heart, 
That what you fpeak is in your conference vvafh'd 
As pure as Jin with baptism. [peers, 

CAN. Then hear me, gracious fovereign, and you 

That owe yourfelves, your lives, and fervices, 

To this imperial throne ; There is no bar 

To make againft your highnefs' claim to France^ 

But this, which they produce from Pharumond t ~~ 

In t err am Salic am mulieres ne fuccedant, 

A r o lucman jball fucce e d in Salique land : 

Which Salique land the French unjufdy glo^e 

To be the realm of France, and Pharamond 

The founder of this law and female bar. 

Yet their own authors faithfully affirm, 

That the land Salique is in Germany, 

Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe : 

Where Charles the great, having fubdu'd the Saxons, 

There left behind and fettl'd certain French ; 

W T ho, holding in difdain the German women 

For fome unhoneit manners of their life, 

Kftablifh'd there this law, to wit, No female 

Should be inheritrix in Salique land ; 

Which Salique, as I faid, 'twixt Elbe and Sola, 

Is, at this day, in Germany call' d~ Met, ix. 

Thus doth it well appear, the Salique law 

Was not devised for the realm of France : 

Nor did the French possefs the Salique land 

Until fcur hundred one and twenty years 

After defunilicn of king Pharamond, 

Idly fuppos'd the founder of this law ; 

Who dy'd within the year of our redemption 

Four hundred twenty fix ; and Ckarlsi the great 

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Subdu'd the Saxctrs, and did feat the French 

Beyond the river Sala, in the year 

Eight hundred five. Befides, their writers fay, 

King Pepin, which deposed Cbilderict t 

Did, as heir general, being defcended 

Of BHtbild, which was daughter to king Clotbair, 

Make claim and title to the crown of France. 

Hugh Capet alfo, that usurp'd the crown 

Of Char lei the duke of Lcrain, fole heir male 

Of the true line and flock of Charles the great, 

To fine his title with feme fhow of truth, 

(When, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught) 

Convey'd himfelf as heir to the lady Lingare, 

Daughter to Charhmain, who was the fon 

To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the fon 

Of Charles the great. Alfo king Lewis the ninth, 

Who was fole heir to the usurper Capet, 

Could not keep quiet in his confcience, 

Wearing the crown of France, 'till fatiffy'd 

That fair queen Isabel, his grandmother, 

Was lineal of the lady Ermexvart t 

Daughter to Charles the forefaid duke of Lorain', 

By the which marriage, the line of Charles the great 

Was re-united to the crown of France. 

So that, as clear as is the fummer's fun, 

King Pefin's title, and Hugh Capet' & claim, 

King Lewis his fatif faction, all appear 

To hold in, right and title of the female : 

So do the kings of France unto this day ; 

Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law, 

To bar your highnefs claiming from the female; 

And rather choose to hide them in a net, 

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Than amply to unbare their crooked titles, 

Usurp'd from you and your progenitors. [claim ? 

Km. May I, with right and conference, make this 

CJN. The fin upon my head, dread fovereign ! 
For in the book of Numbers is it writ~ 
When the fon dies, let the inheritance 
Defcend unto the daughter. Gracious lord, 
Stand for your own ; unwind your bloody flag; 
Look back unto your mighty anceftors : 
Go, my dread lord, to your great grandfire's grave, 
From whom you claim ; invoke his warlike fpirit, 
And your great uncle's, BttmttrJ the black prince ; 
Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy, 
Making defeat on the full power of France ; 
Whiles his moll mighty father on a hill 
Stood fmiling, to behold his lyon's whelp 
Forage in blood of French nobility 
O noble Englijh, that could entertain 
With half their forces the full pride of France; 
And let another half Hand laughing by, 
All out of work, and cold for action ! 

ELT. Awake remembrance of these valiant dead, 
And with your puifTant arm renew their feats : 
You are their heir, you fit upon their throne ; 
The blood and courage, that renowned them, 
Runs in your veins ; and my thrice-puiflant liege 
Is in the very May-morn of his youth, 
Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprizes. 

EXE. Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth 
Do all expeft that you mould rouze yourlelf, 
A* did the former lions of your blood, [and might; 

//' 5 . They know, your grace hath cause, and means, 

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So hath your highnefs ; never king of England 
Had nobles richer, and more loyal fubjefts ; 
Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England, 
And lye pavilion'd in the fields of France. 

CJN. O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege* 
With blood, and fword, and fire, to win your right : 
In aid whereof, we of the fpiritualty 
Will raise your highnefs fuch a mighty fum, 
As never did the clergy at one time 
Bring in to any of your anceilors. 

Kin. We mult not only arm to invade the trench ; 
But lay down our proportions to defend 
Againft the Scot, who will make road upon us 
With all advantages. 

Cjtu. They of those marches, gracious fovereign, 
Shall be a wall fufficient to defend 
Our inland from the pilfering borderers. 

Kin. We do not mean the courfing fnatchers only, 
But fear the main intend ment of the Scot, 
Who hath been ftill a giddy neighbour to us : 
For you (hall read, that my great grandfather 
Never went with his forces into France, 
But that the Scot on his unfurnim'd kingdom 
Came pouring, like the tide into a breach, 
With ample and brim fulnefs of his force ; 
Galling the gleaned land with hot aflays ; 
Girding with grievous fiege cailles, and towns; 
That England, being empty of defence, 
Hath (hook and trembl'd at the ill neigbourhood. 

CrfAr. She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, 
For hear her but exampl'd by herfelf, [my liege : 
When all her chivalry hath been in France, 


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And (he a mourning widow of her nobles, 
She hath herfelf not only well defended, 
But taken, and impounded as a ftray, 
The king of Scott ; whom (he did fend to France, 
To fill king Edward's fame with prisoner kings ; 
And make her chronicle as rich with praise, 
As is the ouse and bottom of the fea 
With funken wreck and fumlefs treasuries. 

WES. But there's a faying, very old and true, 
If that you will France <iuin y 
Yhen 'with Scotland firft begin : 
For once the eagle England being in prey, 
To her unguarded neft the weazel Scot 
Comes fneaking, and fo fucks her princely eggs ; 
Playing the moufe, in abfence of the cat, 
To taint and havock more than me can eat. 

EXE. It follows then, the cat muft ftay at home : 
Yet that is but a crude neceflity ; 
Since we have locks to fafeguard neceflaries, 
And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves. 
While that the armed hand doth fight abroad, 
The advised head defends itfelf at home : 
For government, though high, and low, and lower, 
Put into parts, doth keep in one confent; 
Congruing in a full and natural close, 
Like musick. 

CAN. True : therefore doth heaven divide 
The ftate of man in divers fun&ions, 
Setting endeavour in continual motion; 
To which is fixed, as an aim or but, 
Obedience : for fo work the honey bees ; 
Creatures, that, by a rule in nature, teach 

6 their '6 tame and l8 crufh'd *5 Congreeing 

14 Henry V. 

The art of order to a peopl'd kingdom. 

They have a king, and officers of forts : 

Where fome, like magiftrates, corredl at home: 

Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad : 

Others, like loldiers, armed in their flings, 

Make boot upon the fummer's velvet bud ; 

Which pillage they with merry march bring home 

To the tent- royal of their emperor : 

Who, busy'd in his majefty, furveys 

The finging mafon building roofs of gold; 

The civil citizens kneading up the honey ; 

The poor mechanick porters crouding in 

Their heavy burthens at his narrow gate ; 

The fad-ey'd juftice, with his furly hum, 

Delivering o'er to executors pale 

The lazy yawning drone. I this infer, 

That many things, having full reference 

To one confent, may work contrarioufly : 

As many arrows, loofed feverai ways, 

Fly to one mark ; 

As many feverai ways meet in one town ; 

As many frefli ftreams run in one felf fea; 

As many lines close in the dial's center; 

So may a thousand aftions, once afoot, 

End in one purpose, and be all well born 

Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege. 

Divide your happy England into four ; 

Whereof take you one quarter into France, 

And you withal fhall make all Gallia (hake : 

If we, with thrice that power left at home, 

Cannot defend our own door from the dog> 

Let us be worry'd ; and our nation lose 


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The name of hardinefs, and policy 

Kin. Call in the mefTengers fent from the dauphin. 

[Exeunt fome Attendants. King takes his Throne. 
Now are we well resolv'd : and, by God's help; 
And yours, the noble finews of our power, 
France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe, 
Or break it all to pieces : Or there we'll fit, 
Ruling, in large and ample empery, 
O'er France, and all her almoil kingly dukedoms; 
Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, 
Tomblefs, with no remembrance over them : 
Either our hiftory (hall, with full mouth, 
Speak freely of our acts ; or elfe our grave, 
Like Turktjb mute, (hall have a tonguelefs mouth, 
Not wormip'd with a waxen epitaph 

Enter certain EmbafTadors, and Train, uJh^r > d. 
Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure 
Of our fair cousin dauphin ; for, we hear, 
Your greeting is from him, not from the king. 

Emb. Pleaseth your majefty, to give us leave 
Freely to render what we have in charge ; 
Or mail we fparingly (hew you far off 
The dauphin's meaning, and our embafly? 

Kin. We are no tyrant, but a chriftian king; 
Unto whose grace our pafiion is as fubjeft; 
As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons r 
Therefore, with frank and with uncurbed platnnefs, 
Tell us the dauphin's mind. 

Emb. Thus then, in few. 
Your highnefs, lately fending into Trance, 
Did claim fome certain dukedoms, in the right 
Of your great predeceflbr, Edward 'the third. 

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In anfwer of which claim, the prince our mailer 
Says, that you favour too much of your youth, 
And bids you be advis'd ; there's nought in France, 
That can be with a nimble galliard won ; 
You cannot revel into dukedoms there : 
He therefore fends you, meeter for your fpirit, 
This tun ^ of treasure ; and, in lieu of this, 
Desires you, let the dukedoms, that you claim, 
Hear no more of you. This the dauphin fpeaks. 
Kin. What treasure, uncle? 
EXE. Tennis-balls, my liege. 
Kin. We are glad, the dauphin is fo pleasant with us ; 
His present, and your pains, we thank you for : 
When we have match'd our rackets to these balls, 
We will, in France, by God's grace, play a fet, 
Shall ftrike his father's crown into the hazard : 
Tell him, he hath made a match with fuch a wrangler, 
That all the courts of France will be difturb'd 
With chaces. And we underftand him well, 
How he comes o'er us with our wilder days, 
Not measuring what ufe we made of them. 
We never valu'd this poor feat of England ; 
And therefore, living hence, did give ourfelf 
To barbarous licence, As 'tis ever common, 
That men are merrieft when they are from home : 
But tell the dauphin, I will keep my ftate, 
Be like a king, and (hew my fail of greatnefs, 
When I do rouze me in my throne of France: 
For that I have lay'd by my majefty, 
And plodded like a man for working days ; 
But I will rise there with fo full a glory, 
That I will dazzle all the eyes of France, 

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Yea, ftrike the dauphin blind to look on us. 

And tell the pleasant prince, this mock of his 

Hath turn'd his balls to gun-ftones ; and his foul 

Shall ftand fore charged for the wafteful vengeance 

That fhall fly with them : for many a thousand widows 

Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands ; 

Mock mothers from their fons, mock caftles down ; 

And fome are yet ungotten, and unborn, 

That lhall have cause to curfe the dauphin's fcorn. 

But this lies all within the will of God, 

To whom I do appeal ; And in whose name, 

Tell you the dauphin, I am coming on, 

To venge me as I may, and to put forth 

My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause. 

So, get you hence in peace : and tell the dauphin, 

His jeft will favour but of lhallow wit, 

When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it 

Convey them with fafe conduct Fare you well. 

[Exeunt Embaffadors. 

EXE. This was a merry mefTage. 

Kin. We hope to make the fender blum at it. 

[coming from his Throne. 
Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour, 
That may give furtherance to our expedition : 
For we have now no thought in us, but France ; 
Save those to God, that run before our businefs. 
Therefore, let our proportions for these wars 
Be foon collected ; and all things thought upon, 
That may, with reasonable fwiftnefs, add 
More feathers to our wings : for, God before, 
We'll chide this dauphin at his father's door. 
Therefore, let every man now talk his thought, 

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That this fair a&ion may on foot be brought. [Exeunt. 

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Eater Chorus. 

Now all the youth of England zrt on fire, 
And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lies ; 
Now thrive the armorers, ami honour's thought 
Reigns folely in the bread of every man : 
They fell the pafcure now, to buy the horfe ; 
Following the mirror of all chrilUan kings, 
With winged heels, as Englijh Mercuric*. 
For now fits expectation in the ; 
And hides a fword, from hilts unto the point, 
With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets, 
Promis'd to Harry, and his followers. 
The French, advis'd by good intelligence 
Of this moll dreadful preparation, 
Shake in their fear ; and with pale policy 
Seek to divert the Englijh purposes. 
O, England^ model to thy inward greatnefs, 
Like little body with a mighty heart, 
What might'ft thou do, that honour would thee do. 
Were all thy children kind and natural ! 
But fee thy fault! France hath in thee found out 
A neil of hollow bosoms, which fhe fills 
With treacherous crowns : and three corrupted men~ 
One, Richard earl of Cambt -ia'ge ; and the fecond, 
Henry lord Scroop of Majham ; and the third, 
Sir Tb*mai Grey knight of Northumberland, ~~ 
Have, for the gilt of France^ (o, guilt indeed!) 

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Confirmed confpiracy with fearful France ; 

And by their hands this grace of kings mull die,. 

(If hell and treason hold their promises) 

Ere he take fhip for France, e'en in Southampton-. 

Linger your patience on ; and well digeft 

The abufe of diftance, tootle toe force a play. 

The fum is pay'd ; the traitors are agreed ; 

7 he king is fct from London ; and the fcene 

Is now tranfported, gentles, to Southampton : 

There is the play-houfe now, there mull you fit : 

And thence to France mall we convey you fafe, 

And bring you back, charming the narrow feas 

To give you gentle pafs ; for, if we may, 

We'll not offend one ftomach with our play. 

But, 'till the king come forth, and not 'till ther*, 

Unto Southampton do we fhift our fcene. [Exit. 

SCE NE I . Ue fame. A Street . 
Enter BARDOLPH, and N Y M , meeting. 

RAR. Well met, corporal Nym. 

.AV.w. Good morrow, lieutenant Bardolpb. 

BAR. What, are ancient Pijtcl and you friends yet? 

NrM. For my part, I care not : I fay little; but when 
time (hall ferve, there mail be fmiles ; but that mall 
be as it may. I dare not fight; but 1 will wink, and 
hold out mine iron : It is a fimple one ; But what 
though? it will toaft cheese; and it will endure ccld, 
as another man's fword will : and there's an end. 

BAR, I will beftow a breakfaft, to make you friends ; 
and we'll be all three fworn brothers to France : let 
it be fo, good corporal A'vvw. 

NTM. 'Faith, I will live fo long as I may, that's- the 

* and. in s wee'l 

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certain of it ; and, when I cannot live any longer, I 
will do as I may : that is my reft, that is the rendez- 
vous of it. 

BJR. It is certain, corporal, that he is marry'd to 
Nell Quickly : and, certainly, fhe did you wrong; for you 
were troth-plight to her. 

NYM. I cannot tell ; things muft be as they may : 
Men may fleep ; and they may have their throats about 
them at that time ; and, fome fay, knives have edges. 
It muft be as it may : though patience be a tired mare, 
yet fhe will plod. There muft be conclusions. Well, I 
cannot tell. 

Enter PISTOL, and the Hoftefs. 
BJJL, Here comes ancient Pi/fel, and his wife :_* 

good corporal, be patient here. How now, mine holt 


Pis. Bafe tike, call'ft thou me~hoft ? 
Now, by this hand I fwear, I fcorn the term ; 
Nor mail my Nell keep lodgers. 

Hof. No, by my troth, not long : for we cannot lodge 
and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, that live 
honeftly by the prick of their needles, but it will be 
thought we keep a bawdy-houfe ftraight. [Nym, and 
Piftol, eye one another^ and draw.] O wel-a-day, lady, 
if he be not drawn now ! we mall fee wilful adultery 
and murther committed. 

JR. Good ancient, good corporal, offer nothing 

here. [going between them. 

Nrtt. Pifh ! 

Pis. Pifh for thee, Le/anJdag; thoa prick-ear'd 
cur of Leland. 

Hof. Good corporal Nym, fhew the valour of a man, 

*5 not hewne to\v *7 Good lieutenant 

Henry V. 21 

and put up your fword. 

NTM. Will you fhog off? I would have yonfoLu. 

Pis. Solus , egregious dog ? O viper vile ! 
Thefotus in thy moil marvellous face ; 
The/o/us in thy teeth, and in thy throat, 
And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy; 
And, which is worfe, within thy nafty mouth! 
I do retort ihejolus in thy bowels : 
For I can talk ; and Pi/lot's cock is up, 
And fiafhing fire will follow. 

NYM. I am not Barbason ; you cannot conjure me. 
I have an humour to knock you indifferently well : If 
you grow foul with me, Pijlol, I will fcour you with 
my rapier, as I may, in fair terms : If you would walk 
off, I would prick your guts a little, in good terms, as 
I may ; and that's the humour of it. 

Pis. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight! 
The grave doth gape, and doting death is near ; 
Therefore exhale. 

JR. Hear me, hear me what I fay: he that ftrikes 
the firft ftroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a 

Pit. An oath of mickle might, and furymall abate 
Give me thy fift, [to Nym.] thy fore-foot to me give; 
Thy fpirits are molt tall. 

NTM. I will cat thy throat, one time or other, in fair 
terms ; that i? the humour of it. [again. 

Pis. Coupe le gorge, that's the word? I thee defy 
O hound of Crete, think'ft thou my fpouse to get ? 
No ; to the fpital go, 
And from the powd'ring tub of infamy 
Fetch forth the lazar kite of Creffif* kind, 

22 Hrnry V. 

Doll Tear-Jhcet fhe by name, and her efpouse : 
I have, and I will hold, the quondam uickh 
For the only (he; zndPauca, there's enough. 
Enter the Boy. 

Boy. Mine hoft Pijhl, you mull come to my matter, 

and you hoftefs;_he is very Tick, and would to bed. 

Good Bardolpb, put thy face between his meets, and 
do the office of a warming-pan : 'faith, he's very ill. 
. BAR. Away, you rogue. 

Hof. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding 
one of these days : the king has kill'd his heart Good 
husband, come home presently. [Ex. Hoftefs, and Boy. 

BAR. Come, {hall I make you two friends r We mult 
to France together ; Why, the devil, fhoald we keep 
knives to cut one another's throats ? [on ! 

Pis. Let floods o'er-fwell, and fiends for food howl 

KTM. You'll pay me the eight (hillings, I won of you 
at betting ? 

Pis. Bafe is the (lav that pays. 

AY A*. That now I will have; that's the humour of it. 

Pis. As manhood (hall compound ; Pufh home. 

BJR. By this fword, he that makes the firlt thrufr, 
I'll kill him ; by this fword, I will. [courfe. 

Pis. Sword is an oath, and oaths maft have their 

BjiR. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be 
friends : an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with 
me too : Pry'thee, put up. 

.A'rjy. I (hall have my eight millings, I won of you 
at betting ? 

Pis. A noble (halt thou have, and present pay ; 
And liquor likewise will I give to thee, 
And friendlhip (hall combine, and brotherhood : 

6 your HcftefTc 

Henry V. 23 

I'll live by Nym, and Nym fhall live by me ; 
Is not this juftr for I (hall fuller be 
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue. 
Give me thy hand. 

N)~M. I (hall have my noble ? 

Pis. In ca(h moft juftly pay'd. 

.AY.v. Well then, that's the humour of it. 
Re-enter Hoitefs. 

Ho/. As ever you came of women, come in quickly 
to fir John : Ah, poor heart! he is fo fhak'd of a burn- 
ing quotidian tertian, that it is moil lamentable to be- 
hold. Sweet men, come to him. 

AV>/. The king hath run bad humours on the knight, 
that's the even of it. 

Pis. Nym, thou haft fpoke the right; 
His heart is frafted, and corroborate. 

Krv. The king is a good king : but it muft be as 
it may ; he pafTes fome humours, and careers. 

Pis. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we 
will live. [Exeunt. 

SCENE 11. Southampton. A Hall of Council. 


BED. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to truft these trai- 

EXE. They fhall be apprehended by and by. [tors. 

Wf.s. How fmooth and even they do bear themfelves ! 
As if allegiance in their bosoms fat, 
Crowned with faith, and conftant loyalty. 

Bfj>. The king hath note of all that they intend, 
By interception which they dream not of. 

Wf.s. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, 
Whom h,e hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours, 

3 v. Note. 

3 4 Henry V. 

That he mould, for a foreign purfe, fo fell 
His fovereign's life to death and treachery ! 

Trumpets, Enter King Henry ; the Lcrds SCROOP, 
CAMBRIDGE, Sir Thomas GREY, and Others. 

Kin._ Now fits the wind fair, and we will aboard. 

My lord of Cambridge, and my kind lord of Majham, 

And you, my gentle knight,_give me your thoughts: 
Think you not, that the powers we bear with us 
Will cut their paflage through the force of France; 
Doing the execution, and the aft, 
For which we have in head aflembl'd them ? 

SCR. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his beft. 

Kin. I doubt not that : fmce we are well perfuaded, 
We carry not a heart with us from hence, 
That grows not in a fair confent with ours ; 
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wifh 
Succefs and conqueft to attend on us. 

CAM, Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov'd, 
Than is your majefty ; there's not, I think, a fubjeft, 
That fits in heart-grief and uneasinefs 
Under the fweet made of your government. 

GRE . Even those, that were your father's enemies, 
Have fteep'd their galls in honey ; and do ferve you 
With hearts create of duty and of zeal. 

Kin. We therefore have great cause of thankfulnefs ; 
And (ball forget the office of our hand, 
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit, 
According to the weight and worthinefs. 

SCR. So fervice fhall with fteeled finews toil ; 
And labour mall refrelh itfelf with hope, 
To do your grace inceflant fervices. 

Kin. We judge no iefs. _ Uncle of Exeter* 

Henry V. 25 

Enlarge the man committed yefterday, 
That rail'd againft our perfon: we confider, 
It was excefs of wine that fet him on ; 
And, on his more advice, we pardon him. 

Sen. That's mercy, but too much fecurity: 
Let him be punifli'd, fovereign ; left example 
Breed, by his fufferance, more of fuch a kind. 

Kin. O, let us yet be merciful. 

CAM. So may your highnefs, and yet punim too. 

GXE. Sir, you (hew great mercy, if you give him life, 
After the tafte of much correction. 

Kin. Alas, your too much love and care of me 
Are heavy orisons 'gainft this poor wretch : 
Jf little faults, proceeding on diftemper, 
Shall not be wink'd at, how mall we ftretch our eye, 
When capital crimes, chew'd, fwallow'd, and digefted, 
Appear before us ?_ We'll yet enlarge that man, 
Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear care 
And tender preservation of our perfon, [ses ; 

Would have him puniih'd. And now to our French cau- 
Who are the late commiffioners ? 

CAM. I one, my lord ; 
Your highnefs bad me afk for it to-day. 

SCR. So did you me, my liege. 

GRE. And me, my royal fovereign. [yours; 

Kin. Then, Richard earl of Cambridge, there =1= is 
There =f= yours, lord Scroop of Majbam ;_and, fir knight, 

Grey of Northumberland, this =j= fame is yours ; 

Read them ; and know, I know your worthinefs 

My lord of Weftmor eland, and uncle Exeter, 

We will aboard to-night. _Why, how now, gentlemen ? 
What fee you in those papers, that you lose 

26 Henry V. 

So much complexion ?_look ye, how they change! 
Their cheeks are paper Why, what read you there, 
That hath fo cowarded and chac'd your blood 
Out of appearance. 

CJ'.M. I do confefs my fault ; and do fubmit me 
To your highnefs' mercy. 

SCR. GKE. To which we all appeal. 

Kin. The mercy, that was quick in us but late, 
By your own counfel is fupprefT'd and kill'd : 
You muft not dare, for fhame, to talk of mercy ; 
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, 
As dogs upon their matters, worrying them.__ 
See you, my princes, and my noble peers, 
These Englijh monfters : My lord of Cambridge here, 
You know, how apt our love was, to accord 
To furnifli him with all appertinents 
Belonging to his honour ; and this man 
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly confpir'd, 
And fworn unto the pradlifes of France, 
To kill us here in Hampton : to the which, 
This knight, no lefs for bounty bound to us 

Than Cambridge is,~hath likewise fworn But, o, 

What {hall 1 fay to thee, lord Scroop ; thou cruel, 
Jngrateful, favage, and inhuman creature ! 
Thou, that didit bear the key of all my counfel?, 
That knew'lt the very bottom of my foul, 
That almoft might'ft have coin'd me into gold, 
Would'ft thou have praftic'd on me for thy ufe ? 
May it be poflible, that foreign hire 
Could out of thee extraft one fpark of evil, 
That might annoy my finger ? 'tis fo ftrange, 
That, though the truth of it Hands off as grofs 

Henry V. 27 

As black from white, my eye will fcarcely fee it. 

Treason, and murther, ever kept together, 

As two yoak-devils fvvorn to cither's purpose, 

Working fo groffly in a natural cause, 

That admiration did not whoop at them ; 

But thou, 'gainft all proportion, didft bring in 

Wonder, to wait on treason, and on murther : 

And whatfoever cunning fiend it was, 

That wrought upon thee fo prepoft'roufly, 

H'ath got the voice in hell for excellence : 

All other devils, that fuggeft by treasons, 

Do botch and bungle up damnation 

With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd 

From gliit'ring femblances of piety ; 

But he, that temper'd thee, bad thee ftand up, 

Gave thee no inftance why thou mould'ft do treason, 

Unlefs to dub thee with the name of traitor. 

If that fame dxmon, that hath gulFd thee thus, 

Should with his lion gait walk the whole world, 

He might return to vafty Tartar back, 

And tell the legions I can never win 

A foul fo easy as that Engli/bmaitt, 

O, how haft thou with jealoufy infeSed 

The fweetnefs of affiance ! Shew men dutiful ? 

Why, fo didft thou : 2)r feem they grave, and learned : 

Why, fo didft thou : Come they of noble family ? 

Why, fo didft thou : Seem they religious ? 

Why, fo didft thou : Or are they fpare in diet; 

Free from grofs paffion, or of mirth, or anger ; 

C'onftant in fpirit, not fwervin^ with the blood ; 

Garniih'd and deck'd in modeft complement; 

Not working with the eye, without the ear, 

* Hath *' And otbcjt 

28 Henry V. 

And, but in purged judgment, trufling neither? 
Such, and fo finely boulted, didft thou feem : 
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, 
To mark the full -fraught man, the belt indu'd, 
With fome fufpicion. I will weep for thee ; 
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like 
Another fall of man. Their faults are open, 
Arreft them to the anfwer of the law ; 
And God acquit them of their practices ! 

EXE. I arreft thee of high-treason, by the name of 
Richard earl tf Cambridge. I arreft thee of high-trea- 
son, by the name of Henry lord Scroop of Ma/ham I 
arreft thee of high-treason, by the name of Thomas 
Grey knight of Northumberland. 

SCR. Our purposes God juftly hath difcover'd ; 
And I repent my fault, more than my death : 
Which I befeech your highnefs to forgive, 
Although my body pay the price of it. 

CjiU. For me, the gold of France did not feduce ; 
Although I did admit it as a motive, 
The fooner to effect what I intended : 
But God be thanked for prevention ; 
Which I in fufferance heartily will rejoice, 
Befeeching God, and you, to pardon me. 

GRE. Never did faithful fubjeft more rejoice 
At the difcovery of moft dangerous treason, 
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myfelf, 
Prevented from a damned enterprise : 
My fault, but not my body, pardon, fovereign. 

Kin. God quit you in his mercy ! Hear your fentence. 
You have confpir'd againit our royal perfon, 
Join'd with an enemy, and from his coffers 

4 make thee full fraught man, and beft 3* enemy proclaim'*!, 

Henry V. 29 

Receiv'd the golden earneft of our death; 

Wherein you would have Ibid your king to flaughter, 

His princes and his peers to fervitude, 

His fubjefts to oppreffion and contempt, 

And his whole kingdom unto defolation : 

Touching our perfon, feek we no revenge ; 

But we our kingdom's fafety muft fo tender, 

Whose ruin you three fought, that to her laws 

We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence, 

Poor miserable wretches, to your death : 

The tafte whereof, God, of his mercy, give you 

Patience to endure; and true repentance 

Of all your dear offences. _ Bear them hence. __ 

[Exeunt Conspirators, guarded., 

Now, lords, for France; the enterprize whereof 

Shall be to you, as us, like glorious. 

We doubt not of a fair and lucky war ; 

Since God fo gracioufly hath brought to light 

This dangerous treason, lurking in our way, 

To hinder our beginnings, we doubt not now 

But every rub is fmoothed in our way. 

Then, forth, dear countrymen ; let us deliver 

Our puiflance into the hand of God, 

Putting it ftraight in expedition. 

Chearly to fea ; the figns of war advance : 

No king of England^ if not king of France. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. London. Before a Tavern. 
Enter PISTOL, Hoftefs, NYM, BARDOLPH, 

and the Boy. 

Hof. Pry'thee, honey-fweet husband, let me bring 
thee to Staines. 

5 into *' on 

30 Henry V. 

Pis, No ; for my manly heart doth yern. 

Bardolph, be blith ; _ Nym, rouze thy vaunting veins ; 

Boy, briftle thy courage up ; 

For Fal/laff"he is dead, and we muft yern therefore. 

BAR 'Would, I were with him, wherefome'er he is, 
either in heaven, or in hell. 

Hof. Nay, fure, he's not in hell ; he's in Arthur's 
bosom, if ever man went to Arthur s bosom. 'A made a 
fine end ; and went away, an it had been any chryflbm' 
child; 'a parted joft between twelve and one, e'en at 
turning of the tide : for after I faw him fumble with 
the fhects, and play with flowers, and fmile upon his 
fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his 
nose was as fharp as a pen, and 'a babbl'd of green fields. 
How now, {irjokn? quoth I: what, man! be o' good 
cheer : So 'a cry'd out God, God, God ! three or four 
times : now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a ihould not 
think of God; I hop'd, there was no need to trouble 
himfelf with any fuch thoughts yet : So 'a bad me lay 
more cloaths on his feet: 1 put my hand into the bed, 
and felt them, and they were as cold as any ftone ; then 
I felt to his knees, and they were as cold as any ftone; 
and fo upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any 

JVrA/. They fay, he cry'd out of fack. 

Hof. Ay, that 'a did. 

BAR. And of women. 

Hof. Nay, that 'a did not. [carnate^ 

Boy, Yes, that 'a did ; and faid, they were devils in- 

Hof. 'A could never abide carnation ; 'twas a co- 
lour he never lik'd. [women. 

Boy. 'A faid once, the devil would have him about 

9 finer l parted ev'n juft ' and a Table of 

Henry V. 31 

Ho/, 'A did in fome fort, indeed, handle women : 
but then he was rheumatick ; and talk'd of the whore 
of Pabylon. 

Boy. Do you not remember, 'a faw a flea ftick upon 
BardolpfSs nose ; and 'a faid, it was a black foul burn- 
ing in hell -fire. 

BAR. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintain'd that 
fire : that's all the riches I got in his fervice. 

NTM. Shall we Ihog ? the king will be gone from 

Pis. Come, let's away._My love, give me thy lips. 

\kijpng her. 

Look to my chattels, and my moveables : 
Let fenfes rule ; the word is, Pitch and pay : 
Truft none ; 

For oaths are draws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, 
And hold-faft is the only dog, my duck ; 
Therefore, caveto be thy counfellor. 

Go, clear thy cryftals. Yoke-fellows in arms, 

Let us to France! like horfe-leeches, my boys; 
To fuck, to fuck, the very blood to fuck! 

Bey. And that's but unwholfome food, they fay. 

Pi3, Touch her foft mouth, and march. 

BAR. Farewel, hoftefs. \kijjingher. 

KTM. I cannot kifs, that is the humour of it ; but 
adieu. [mand. 

Pis. Let huswif'ry appear; keep clofe, I thee cora- 

Hof. Farewel ; adieu. \Exeuvt. 

SCENE IV. France. A Rum in fome Palace. 

Enter the French King t and Train of Nobles ; 

the Dauphin, Conftable, fV. 

32 Henry V. 

Fr.K. Thus come the /// with full power upon us; 
And more than carefully it us concerns, 
To anfwer royally in our defences. 
Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne, 
Of Brabant, and of Orleans, mall make forth,_ 
And you, prince dauphin, with all fwift difpatch, 
To line, and new repair, our towns of war, 
With men of courage, and with means defendant : 
For England his approaches makes as fierce, 
As waters to the fucking of a gulph. 
Jt fits us then, to be as provident 
As fear may teach us, out of late examples 
Left by the fatal and neglected Englijh 
Upon our fields. 

Dau. My moft redoubted father, 
It is moft meet, we arm us 'gainft the foe : 
For peace itfelf mould, not fo dull a kingdom, 
(Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in queftion) 

But that defences, mufters, preparations, 
Should be maintain'd, afiembl'd, and collected, 

As were a war in expectation. 

Therefore, I fay, 'tis meet we all go forth, 

To view the fick and feeble parts of France : 

And let us do it with no mew of fear ; 

No, with no more, than if we heard that England 

Were busy'd with a whitfun' morris-dance : 

For, my good liege, (he is fo idly king'd, 

Her fcepter fo fantaftically born 

By a vain, giddy, mallow, humourous youth, 

That fear attends her not. 

Con. O, peace, prince dauphin ! 

You are too much miftaken in this king : 

Henry V. 33 

Queftion your grace the late embafladors,~~ 
With what great flate he heard their embafly* 
How well fupply'd with noble counfellors, 
How modeft in exception, and, withal, 
How terrible in conftant resolution, 
And you (hall find, his vanities fore-fpent 
Were but the out-fide of the Roman Brutus, 
Covering difcretion with a coat of folly; 
As gard'ners do with ordure hide those roots, 
That (hall firft fpring, and be mod delicate. 

Dau. Well, 'tis not fo, my lord high conftable* 
But, though we think it fo, it is no matter : 
In cafes of defence, 'tis beft to weigh 
The enemy more mighty than he feems, 
So the proportions of defence are fill'd ; 
Which, of a weak and niggardly projection, 
Doth, like a miser, fpoil his coat, with fcanting 
A little cloth. 

Fr.K. Think we king Harry ftrong ; 
And, princes, look, you ftrongly arm to meet him.. 
The kindred of him hath been flefh'd upoa us ; 
And he is bred out of that bloody (train, 
That haunted us in our familiar paths : 
Witnefs our too-much-memorable (hame, 
When CreJJl battle fatally was (truck, 
And all our princes captiv'd, by the hand 
Of that black name, Ed-ivard black prince of Wales ; 
Whiles that his mountain fire, on mountain (landing, 
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden fun, 
Saw his heroical feed, and fmil'd to fee him 
Mangle the work of nature, and deface 
The patterns that by God and by French fathers 

34 Henry V. 

Had twenty years been made. This i.< a ftem 
Of that victorious (lock ; and let us fear 
The native mightinefs and fate of him. 
Enter a Meflenger. 

Mef. Embafladors from Harry king of England 
Do crave admittance to your majefty. 

Fr.K. We'll give them present avidience Go, and 
bring them. [Exeunt Mef. and certain Lords. 
You fee, this chace is hotly follow'd, friends. 

Dan. Turn head, and (top purfuit : for coward dogs 
Moil fpend their mouths, when what they feem to threaten 
Runs far before them. Good my fovereign, 
Take up the Englijh fhort ; and let them know 
Of what a monarchy you are the head : 
Self-love, my liege, is not fo vile a fin, 
As felf neglecting. 

Re fKter Lords, nvitb EXETER and Train. 

Fr.K. From our brother of England? 

EXE. From him ; and thus he greets your majefty. 
He wills you, in the name of God almighty, 
That you divert yourfelf, and lay apart 
The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven, 
By law of nature, and of nations, 'long 
To him, and to his heirs ; namely, the crown, 
And all wide-ftretched honours that pertain, 
By cullom, and the ordinance of times. 
Unto the crown of France. That you may know, 
'Tis no finifter, nor no aukward claim, 
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vaniih'd days, 
Nor from the duft of old oblivion rak'd, 
He fends you this 1 ^ moil memorable line, 
In every branch truly demonftrative ; 

" long* 

Henry V. 3i 

Willing you, over-look this pedigree : 
And, when you find him evenly deriv'd 
From his molt fam'd of famous anceftors, 
Edward the third, he bids you then resign 
Your crown and kingdom, indireftly held 
From him the native and true challenger. 

Fr.K. Or eHe what follows ? 

EXE. Bloody conftraint; for if you hide the crown 
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it : 
arrt) therefore in fierce tempeft is he coming^ 
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a JO-TJC, 
That, if requiring fail, he will compel. 
He bids you, in the bowels of the Lord, 
Deliver up the crown ; and to take mercy 
On the poor fouls, for whom this hungry war 
Opens his vafty jaws : and on your head 
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries, 
The dead mens' blood, the pining maidens' groans, 
For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers, 
That mall be fwallow'd in this controverfy. 
This is his claim, his threat'ning, and ray meffege; 
Unlefs the dauphin be in presence here, 
To whom exprefly I bring greeting too. 

Fr.K. For us, we will confider of this further : 
To-morrow mail you bear our full intent 
Back to our brother of England. 

Dau. For the dauphin, 
I Hand here for him ; What to him from England? 

EXE. Scorn, and defiance; flight regard, contempt, 
And any thing that may not mifbecome 
The mighty fender, doth he prize you at. 
Thus fays my king : and, if your father's highnefs 

3 And bids 

C 4 

3* Henry V. 

Do not, in grant of all demands at large, 
Sweeten the bitter mock you fent his majefty, 
He'll call you to fo loud an anfwer for it, 
That caves and womby vaultages of France 
Shall chide your trefpafs, and return your mock 
In fecond accent of his ordinance. 

Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply, 
It is again ft my will : for I desire 
Nothing but odds with England; to that end, 
As matching to his youth and vanity, 
I did present him with those Paris balls. 

EXE. He'll make your Parit Louvre (hake for it, 
Were it the miftrefs court of mighty Europe : 
And, be afTur'd, you'll find a difference, 
(As we, his fubjefts, have in wonder found) 
Between the promise of his greener days, 
And these he mafters now ; now he weighs time, 
Even to the utmoft grain ; which you (hall read 
In your own lofles, if he flay in France. 

Fr.K. To-morrow (hall you know our mind at full. 

EXE. Difpatch us with all fpeed, left that our king 
Come here himfelf to queftion our delay ; 
For he is footed in this land already. [tions : 

Fr.K. You (hall be foon difpatch'd, with fair condi- 
A night is but fmall breath, and little pause, 
To anfwer matters of this confequence. [Exeunt. 


Enter Chorus. 
Thus with imagin'd wing our fwift fcene files, 

Henry V. 37 

In motion of no lefs celerity 

Than that of thought. Suppose, that you have feeo 

The well-appointed king at Hampton peer 

Embark his royalty ; and his brave fleet 

With filken ftreamers the young Phoebus fanning. 

Play with your fancies ; and in theni behold, 

Upon the hempen tackle, {hip-boys climbing : 

Hear the (brill whittle, which doth order give 

To founds confus'd : behold the threaden fails, 

Born with the invisible and creeping wind, 

Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd fea, 

Breafting the lofty furge : O, do but think, 

You Hand upon the rivage, and behold 

A city on the inconftant billows dancing ; 

For fo appears this fleet majeilical, 

Holding due courfe to Harfleur. Follow, follow ! 

Grapple your minds to fternage of this navy ; 

And leave your England, as dead midnight, ftill, 

Guarded with grandfires, babies, and old women, 

Either paft, or net arriv'd to, pith and puiflance : 

For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd 

With one appearing hair, that will not follow 

These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France? 

Work, work, your thoughts, and therein fee a fiege ; 

Behold the ordinance on their carriages, 

With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. 

Suppose, the embafTador from the French comes back; 

Tells Harry that the king doth offer him 

Catharine, his daughter ; and with her, to dowry, 

Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms. 

The offer likes not : and the nimble gunner 

With linftock now the devilim cannon touches, 

3 at Dover Peer 5 fning 

3 8 Henry V. 

[Alarum ; and Chambers go of. 
And down goes all before him. Still be kind, 
And eke out our performance with your mind. [Exit. 

SCENE I. The fame. Before Harfleur. 
Other Alarums, Firings, Sec. Enter King Henry, 

and Forces, ivith Scaling-ladders. 
Kin. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once 
Or close the wall up with our Englijb dead ! [more ; 
In peace, there's nothing fo becomes a man, 
As modeft ftillnefs, and humility: 
Cut when the blalt of war blows in our ears, 
Then imitate the action of the tyger; 
Stiffen the fmews, fummon up the blood, 
Difguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage : 
Then lend the eye a terrible afpecl ; 
Let it pry through the portage of the head, 
Like the brafs cannon ; let the brow o'ervvhelm it, 
As fearfully, as doth a galled rock 
O'er-hang and jutty his confounded bafe, 
Swill'd with the wild and wafteful ocean. 
Now fet the teeth, and itretch the noltril wide ; 
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every fpirit 
To his full height ! _ On, on, you nobleit Englijb, 
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! 
Fathers, that, like fo many Alexanders, 
Have, in these parts, from morn 'till even fought, 
And fheath'd their fwords for lack of argument. 
Dilhonour not your mothers ; now atteft, 
That those, who.ii you call'd fathers, did beget you ! 
Be copy now to men of grofler blood, 
And teach them how to war !_ And you, good yeomen, 

'* commune up 3* me of 

Henry V. 39 

Whose limbs were made in England, mew us here 

The mettle of your pafture; let us fwear, 

That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not ; 

For there is none of you fo mean and bafe, 

That hath not noble luftre in your eyes. 

I fee you ftand like greyhounds in the flips, 

Straining upon the ftart. The game's a foot; 

Follow your fpirit : and, upon this charge, 

Cry God for Harry! England! and faint George! 

[Exeunt, founding a Charge. 

SCENE II. The fame. 

Enter other Forces, and pafs over; then, NYM, 

BjtR. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the breach! 
NrM. Pray thee, lieutenant, ftay ; the knocks are 
too hot; and, for mine own part, I have not a cafe of 
lives : the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain- 
fong of it. [abound ; 

Pis. The plain-fong is moft juft : for humours do 
Knocks go and come ; God's vaflals drop and die; 
And fword, and fhield, 
In bloody field, 
Doth win immortal fame. 

Soy. 'Would, I were in an ale-houfe in London! \ 
would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and fafety. 
Pis. And I : 

Tf wifhes would prevail with me, 
My purpose mould not fail with me, 

But thither would I hie. 

Boy. As duly, (but not as truly) as bird doth fing 
on bough. 

7 ftpving Pray thee Corporal, 

40 Henry V. 


FLU. Got's plud ! _Up to the preaches you rafcals ! 
will you not up to the preaches? 

[driving them forward with his Partisan. 

Pis. Be merciful, great duke, to men of mould ! 
Abate thy rage, abate thy manly rage '. 
Good bawcock, bate thy rage ! use lenity, fweer chuck ! 

Nru. These be good humours ! your honour wins 

bad humours. [Exeunt NVM, PISTOL, and BAR- 

DOLPH, driven in by FLUELLEN. 

Boy. As young as I am, I have observ'd these three 
fwafhers. I am boy to them all three : but all they three, 
though they would ferve me, eould not be man to me ; 
for, indeed, three fuch anticks do not amount to a man. 
For Bardolph, he is white-liver'd, and red-fac'd j by 
the means whereof, a' faces it out, but fights not. For 
Piftol, he hath a killing tongue, and a quiet fword ; 
by the means whereof, a' breaks words, and keeps whole 
weapons. For Nym he hath heard, that men of few 
words are the bed men ; and therefore he fcorns to fay 
his prayers, left a' fhould be thought a coward : but 
his few bad words are match 'd with as few good deeds ; 
for a' never broke any man's head, but his own ; and 
that was againft a port, when he was drunk. They will 
tfeal any thing, and call it purchafe. Bardolph ftole 
a lute-cafe; bore it twelve leagues, and fold it for three 
half-pence. Nym, and Bardolph, are fworn brothers in 
filching; and in Calais they ftole a fire-fhovel : J knew, 
by that piece of fervice, the men would carry coals. 
They would have me as familiar with men's pockets, 
as their gloves, or their handkerchiefs : which makes 
much againft my manhood, if I mould take from, ana- 

Henry V. 41 

thcr's pocket, to put into mine ; for it is plain poc- 
keting up of wrongs. I muft leave them, and feek fome 
better fervice : their villany goes againfl my weak fto- 
mach, and therefore I muft caft it up. [Exit. 

Re-enter FLUELLN ; to bim GOWER. 

Gorr. Captain Fluellen, you muft come presently to 
the mines ; the duke of Glofter would fpeak with 

FLU. To the mines ! tell you the duke, it is not fo 
goot to come to the mines : For, look you, the mines 
is not according to thedifciplines of the war; the con- 
cavities of it is not fufficient ; for, look you, th'athver- 
fary (you may difcufs unto the duke, look you) is digt 
himfelf four yards under the countermines : by Cbejku, 
I think a' will plow up all, if there is not petter di- 

Goff. The duke ofGlo/ier, to whom the order of the 
fiege is given, is altogether directed by an Irijhman ; 
a very valiant gentleman, i'faith. 

FLU. It is captain Mac-morris, is it not? 

Goir. I think, it be. 

FLU. By Chejbu, he is an afs, as in the 'orld ; I will 

verify as much in his peard : he has no more directions 

in the true difciplines of the wars, look you, of the 

Reman difciplines, than is a puppy-dog. 


at a Dijlance. 

Gotr. Here a' comes ; and the Scots captain, captain 
Jamy, with him. 

FLU. Captain Jamy is a marvellous falorous gentle- 
man, that is certain ; and of great expedition, and 
knowledge, in the ancient wars, upon my particular 

4 t He-nry V. 

knowledge of his dire&ions: by Cbejku, he Will main- 
tain his argument as well as any military man in the 
'orld, in the difciplines of the priitine wars of the Ro- 

JAM. I fay, gud-day, captain Fluellen. 

FLU. God-den to your worfhip, goot captain Jamy, 

Gow. How now, captain Mac-morris? have you quit 
the mines ? have the pioneers given o'er ? 

MAC, By Cbrijb, la, tim ill done ; the work ifh give 
over, the trumpet found the retreat. By my hand, I 
fwear, and my father's foul, the work ifh 311 done ; it 
iih give over : I would have blowed up the town, fo 
Chrijb fave me, la, in an hour. O, tifh ill done, tiih ill 
done; by my hand, tifli ill done ! 

FLU. Captain Mac-morris, I pefecch you now, will 
you vouchfafe me, look you, a few difputations with 
you, as partly touching or concerning the difciplines 
of the war, the Roman wars, in the way of argument, 
look you, and friendly communication ; partly, to fa- 
tiffy my opinion, and, partly, for the fatiffaftion, look 
you, of my mind, as touching the direction of the mi- 
litary difcipline ; that is the point. 

JAM. It fall be vary gud, gud feith, gud captains 
bath : and I fall quit you with gud leve, as 1 may pick 
occasion ; that fall I, mary. 

MAC. It is no time to difcourfe, fo Chrijb fave me : 
the day is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the 
king, and the dukes; it is no time to difcourfe. The 
town is befeech'd, and the trumpet call us to the 
breach; and we talk, and (by Chrijb'] do nothing; 'tis 
fhame for us all : fo God fa'me, 'tis fhame to ftand ftili ; 
it is fhame, by my hand : and there is throats to be cut, 


Henry V. 43 

and works to be done ; and there ifh nothing done, fo 
Cbrijh fa'me, la. 

JAM . By the mefs, ere theise eyes of mine take them- 
felves to {lumber, ayle do gud fervice, or ayle lig i'th' 
grand for it ; ay, or go to death ; and ayle pay't as 
valoroufly as I may, that fall I fuerly do, that is the 
breff and the long : Mary, I wad full fain heard fome 
queflion 'tween you tway. 

FLU. Captain Mac-morris, I think, look you, under 
your correction, there is not many of your nation 

MAC. Of my nation ? What ifh my nation ? i(h a 
villain, and a baftard, and a knave, and a rafcal r 
What ifh my nation ? Who talks of my nation ? 

FLU. Look you, if you take the matter otherwise 
than is meant, captain Mac-morris, peradventure, I mail 
think you do not use me with that affability as in dif- 
cretion you ought to use me, look you ; being as goot a 
man as yourfelf, both in the difciplines of war, and in 
the derivation of my birth, and in other particularities. 

MAC. I do not know you fo good a man as myfelf : 
fo Chrijh fave me, I will cut off your head. 

Goff. Gentlemen both, you will miftake each other. 

JAM. Au! that's a foul fault. [Parky founded. 

Gotf. The town founds a parley. 

FLU. Captain Mac-morris, when there is more petter 
opportunity to be required, look you, I will be fo pold 
as to tell you, I know the difciplines of war; and there 
is an end. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. The fame. Be/ore a Gate. 
Governor, and Others, upon the walls ; below, 

'44 Henry V. 

Fhurtjh. Enter King Henry, and Train, 
Kin. How yet resolves the governor of the town? 
This is the lateft parle we will admit : 
Therefore, to our beft mercy give yourfelves ; 
Or, like to men proud of deftru&ion, 
Defy us to our worft : for, as I am a foldier, 
(A name, that, in my thoughts, becomes me beft) 
If I begin the battery once again, 
I will not leave the half-atchieved Harjkur, 
'Till in her afhes fhe lie buried. 
The gates of mercy ftiall be all (hut up; 
And the flefh'd foldier, rough; and hard of heart, 
In liberty of bloody hand, fliall range 
With confcience wide as hell ; mowing like grafs 
Your frelh fair virgins, and your flow'ring infants. 
What is it then to me, if impious war, 
Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends, 
Do, with his fmirch'd complexion, all fell feats 
Enlink'd to wade and defolation ? 
What is't to me, when you yourfelves are cause, 
If your pure maidens fall into the hand 
Of hot and forcing violation ? 
What rein can hold licentious wickednefs, 
When down the hill he holds his fierce career ? 
We may as bootlefs fpend our vain command 
Upon the enraged foldiers in their fpoil, 
As fend precepts to the leviathan 
To come afhore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur, 
Take pity of your town, and of your people, 
Whiles yet my foldiers are in my command ; 
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace 
O'er-blows the filthy and contagious clouds 

Henry V. 45. 

Of heady murther, fpoil, and villany. 

If not, Why, in a moment, look to fee 

The blind and bloody foldier with foul hand 

Defile the locks of your fhrill-flirieking daughters; 

Your fathers taken by the filver beards, 

And their moft reverend heads dafh'd to the walls ; 

Your naked infants fpitted upon pikes ; 

Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd 

Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry 

At Herod's bloody hunting flaughtermen. 

What fay you ? will you yield, and this avoid ? 

Or, guilty in defence, be thus deftroy'd ? 

Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end : 
The dauphin, whom of fuccour we entreated, 
Returns us that his powers are not yet ready 
To raise fo great a fiege. Therefore, dread king, 
We yield our town, and lives, to thy foft mercy : 
Enter our gates ; difpose of us, and ours ; 
For we no longer are defenfible. 

Kin. Open your gates. Come, uncle Exeter, 
Go you and enter Harfieur ; there remain, 
And fortify it ftrongly 'gainft the French: 
Use mercy to them all for u?, good uncle. 
The winter coming on, and ficknefs growing 
Upon our foldiers, we will retire to Calais. 
To-night in Harfieur will we be your gueft; 
To-morrow for the march are we addreft. 

[Flourijh ; and Exeunt Englim to the Town* 

SCENE IV. Roan. A Room in the Palace. 
Enter the Lady CATHARINE, and ALICE. 
CJT. Alice, tu as efte en Angleterre, et 1u paries bien 

4 Delire 

46 Henry V". 

le language. 

ALL Un pea, madame. 

CAT. Je te prie, tn eti/eigncz. ; il faut que j' apprenne a 
parler. Comment apfellez <VDUJ la mnin, en ^rights ? 

ALL La main? elY eji appellee de hand. 

CAT. De hand. Et Its doigti ? 

All. Les doigts? ma fey, je aublit ~~ let doig ts ; mat's 
Je me fou-~viendray. Lei doigts ? Je penje, qtiils font ap- 
felle de fingers; eui t dc fingers. 

CA?. La main, de hand ; let f'cigts, de fingers : Je 
pcnjty que je fuis le ion ejcolier ; je gagnee deux mots <f An- 
flois e vijlemtnt. Comment nppellez <vcus Us angles ? 

ALI. Les cngles? Us appellons de nails. 

CAT. De nails. Efcoutez. ; ditei mot, Ji je parlt bien : 
De hand, de fingers, de nails. 

ALL C*eft bien dit t madame; il eft fort ban Anglois. 
. CAT. Dites moi (n Anglois ~ le bras. 

ALL De arm, madame. 

CAT. Et le coude. 

ALL De elbow. 

CAT. De elbow. Je m'en faitz. la repetition de tous lei 
mots que <vaus m'aiiez apprinje des a piejent. 

ALL 11 eji trap difficile, madame, comme je penfe. 

CAT. Excu/ez moi, Alice \ Efcoutez : De hand, de 
fingers, de nails, de arm, de bilbow. 

ALL De elbow, madame. 

CAT. O feig neur Dieu! je rnen eublie\ De elbow. 
Comment appellez 'vous le col? 
ALL De neck, madame. 
CAT. De neck : Et U mentcn ? 
ALL Dechin. 
C*T. De fin. Le co/, de neck j le menton, dc fin. 

Henry V. 4> 

Ati- Oui. Saitf <vof!re bonneur ; en iterite, <vous pro- 
noncez les mots aufft droicl que les natifs a" Angleterre. 

CAT, Je ne doute point d'apprendre, par la grace de 
Dieu ; et en peu de temps, [feignee ? 

AL I. N 'a<vez vous pas d'eja oublie ce queje vous ay en- 

CA. Non ; je redteray a vous promptemcnt. De hand, 
de fingers, de mails, 

ALL De nails, madame. 

CAT:. De nails, de arm, de ilbow, 

Atl. Sanf <voftre bonneur, de elbow. 

CAT. Ainjl disje ; de elbow, de neck, et de fin. Com- 
ment appellee, vous les pieds, et la robe ? 

ALL De foot, maa'ame; et de con. 

CAT. De foot, et de con ? O feigneur Dieu! ces font 
mots de fan mauijais, corruptible, groj/e, et impudique, et 
non pour les dames d'honneur d^ufer : "Je ne voudrois pro- 
noncer ces mots de<vant les feigneurs de France, pour tout le 
monde. II faut, de foot, et de con, neant-moins, Je red- 
teray une autre fois ma lecon enfemble : De hand, de fin- 
gers, de nails, de arm, de elbow, de neck, de fin, de 
foot, de con. 

ALT. Excellent, madame ! 

CAI". C'e/t ajfez pour umfois; allons nous en difnsr. 

SCENE V. The fame. Another Room in the fame. 
Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Duke of 

BOURBON, the Conjiable of France, and Others. 
Fr.K. 'Tis certain, he hath pa/Td the river Some. 
Con. And if he be not fought withal, my lord, 
Let us not live in France; let us quit all, 
And give our vineyards to a barbarous people. 
Dan. O Dieu vivfnit ! (hall a few fprays of us, 

D 2 

4 8 Henry V. 

The emptying of our fathers' luxury, 

Our fyens, put in wild and favage flock, 

Spirt up fo fuddenly into the clouds, 

And over-grow their grafters? 

Bo u. Normans, but baftard Normans, Norman bailards \ 

Mart de ma vie ! if t(ju0 they march along 

Unfought withal, but 1 will fell my dukedom, 

To buy a flobbery and a dirty farm 

In that nook-lhotten ifle of dlbion. 

Ccn. Dim de balailles ! where have they this mettle * 
Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull ? 
On whom, as in defpight, the fun looks pale, 
Killing their fruit with frowns ? Can fodden water, 
A drench for fur-rein'd jades, their barley broth, 
Decod their cold blood to fuch valiant heat ? 
And fhatt our quick blood, fpirited with wine, 
Seem frofty r O, for honour of our land, 
Let us not hang like roping ificles 
Upon our houses' thatch, whiles a more frofty people 
Sweat drops of gallant youth in our rich fields ; 
Poor we may call them, in their native lords. 

J)au. By faith and honour, 
Our madams mock at us; and plainly fay, 
Our mettle is bred out ; and they will give 
Their bodies to the luft of Englijh youth, 
To new-ftore France with baftard warriors. 

ou. They bid us to the Englijh dancing-fchoch, 
And teach lavollas high, and fwift corranto's ; 
Saying, our grace is only in our heels, 
And that we are mod lofty run-aways. 

Fr.K. Where is Montjoy, the herald ? fpeed him hence ? 
Let him greet England with our (harp defiance. __ 

Kenry V. 49 

Up, princes; and, with fpirit of honour edg'd, 

More (harper than your fsvords, hie to the field : 

Charks De-la-bret, high conftable of France ; 

You dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, and of Berry, 

Alenson, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy ; 

Jaques Cbatillion, Rambures, Vaudemont, 

Btaumont, Grandpree, Roujjt, and Fauconberg, 

Foix, Leftrale, Bcudqualt, and Cbarolois ; 

High dukes, great princes, barons, lords, and knights,. 

For your great feats, now quit you of great ftiames. 

Bar Harry England, that fweeps through our land 

With pennons painted in the blood of Harjleur ; 

Rufh on his hoft, as doth the melted fnow 

Upon the valleys ; whose low vafTal feat 

The Alps doth fpit and void his rheum upon : 

Go down upon him, you have power enough, 

And, in a captive chariot, into Roan 

Bring him our prisoner. 

Con. This becomes the great. 
Sorry am I, his numbers are fo few, 
His foldiers fick, and famifh'd in their march ; 
For, I am fure, when he mail fee our army, 
He'll drop his heart into the fink of fear, 
And, for atchievement, offer us his ranfom. 

Fr.K. Therefore, lord conftable, hafte on Montjoy ; 
And let him fay to England, that we fend 

To know what willing ranfom he will give 

Prince dauphin, you (hall ftay with us in Roan. 

Dau. Not fo, I do befeech your majefty. 

Fr.K. Be patient, for you fhall remain with us. _. 
Now, forth, lord conftable, and princes all ; 
And quickly, bring us word of England's fall. \Exeunt. 

s Kings v. Note, 


5<5 Henry V. 

S C E NE VI. Camp of the Englilh Forces in Picardy. 
Enter G o w E R , and F L v E L L E K , meeting. 

Gow. How now, captain Fluellen ? come you from 
the bridge? 

FLU. I aflure you, there is very excellent fervice 
committed at the pridge. 

Govf. Is the duke of Exeter fafe ? 

FLU. The duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as 
Agamemnon ; and a man that I love and honour with 
my foul, and my heart, and my duty, and my life, and 
my livings, and my uttermoft powers : he is not (Got be 
praised and b'.efled!) any hurt in the 'orld ; but keeps 
the pridge mod valiantly, with excellent difcipline. 
There is an ancient lieutenant there at the pridge,' 
I think, in my very confcience, he is as valiant a man 
as Mark Antony, and he is a man of no eftimation in 
the 'orld ; but I did fee him do gallant fervice. 

GoJf . What do you call him ? 

FLI-. He is call'd ancient Piftol. 

GC/W-". I know him not. 

Enter PISTOL. 

FLU. Do you not know him ? Here comes the man. 

Pis. Captain, I thee befeech to do me favours. 
The duke of Exeter doth love thee well : 

FLU. Ay, 1 praise Got; and I have merited fome 
love at his hands. 

Pis. Eardolph, a foldier, firm and found of heart, 
Of buxom valour, hath, by cruel fate, 
And giddy fortune's furious fickle wheel, 
That goddefs blind, 
That ilands upon the rowling refllefs ftone, 

and of 

Henry V. S I 

FLU. By your patience, ancient Pijlol. Fortune is 
painted plind, with a mufller afore her eyes, to fignify 
to you that fortune is plind : And me is painted aHo 
with a wheel ; to fignify to you, which is the moral of 
it, that fhe is turning, and inconftant, and variations, 
and mutabilities: and her foot, look you, is fixed upon 
a fpherical ftone, which rowls, and rowls, and rowls; 
Surely, the poet is make an excellent defcription of 
fortune ; fortune, look you, is an excellent moral. 

Pis. Fortune is Eardolph" 1 ^, foe, and frowns on him; 
For he hath lloln a pax, and hanged mult 'a be. 
Damn'd death ! 

Let gallows gape for dog, let man go free, 
And let not hemp his wind-pipe fuffocate : 
But Exeter hath given the doom of death, 
For fax of little price. 

Therefore, go fpeak, the duke will hear thy voice; 
And let not Bardclph's vital thread be cut 
With edge of penny-cord, and vile reproach : 
Speak, captain, for his life, and I will thee requite. 

FLU. Ancient Pijlol, I do partly underftand yoar 

Pis. Why then rejoice therefore. 

FIU. Certainly, ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice 
at : for if, look you, he were my prother, I would de- 
sire the duke to use his goot pleasure, and put him to 
executions ; for difciplines ought to be used. 

Pis . Die, and be damn'd ; and/^o for thy friend/hip f 

FLU. It is well. 

Pis. The fig of Spain ! [Exit PISTOL. 

FLU. Very good. 

. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rafcal ; I 

5 variation ; 

D 4 

5 2 Henry V. 

remember him now; a bawd, a cut-purfe. 

FLU. I'll allure you, a' utter'd as prave 'ords at the 
pridge, as you fhall fee in a fummer's day : But it is 
very well ; what he has fpoke to me, that is well, I 
warrant you, when time is ferve. 

Gow. Why, 'tis a gull, a fool, a rogue ; that now 
and then goes to the wars, to grace himfelf, at his re- 
turn into London, under the form of a foldier. And fuch 
fellows are perfect in great commanders' names : and 
they will learn you by rote, where fervices were done ; ~ 
at fuch and fuch a fconce, at fuch a breach, at fuch a 
convoy ; who came off bravely, who was mot, who dif- 
graced, what terms the enemy Hood on ; and this they 
con perfectly in phrase of war, which they trick up 
with new-tuned oaths : And what a beard of the ge- 
neral's cut, and a horrid ftiout of the camp, will do 
among foming bottles, and ale-wafh'd wits, is wonder- 
ful to be thought on ! But you muft learn to know fuch 
flanders of the age, or elfe you may be marvelloufly 

Ft u. I tell you what, captain Gmuer; I do perceive, 
he is not the man that he would gladly make mew to 
the 'orld he is ; if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell 
him my mind. [Drum heard.'] Hark you, the king ia 
coming; and I muft fpeak with him from the pridge. 
Enter King Henry, and Forces; GLOSTER, and 

Others, *wilb him. 
Got plefs your majefty ! [bridge ? 

Kin. How now, Fluellen ? cameft thou from the 

Flu. Ay, fo please your majefty. The duke of Exe- 
ter has very gallantly maintain'd the pridge: \htFrench 
is gone off, look you ; and there is gallant and molt 

Henry V. 53 

prave paflages : Marry, th'athverfary was have poflef- 
fion of the pridge ; but he is enforced to retire, and 
the duke of Exeter is matter of the pridge : I can tell 
your majefty, the duke is a prave man. 

Kin. What men have you loir, FlueHen? 

FLU. The perdition of th'athverfary hath been very 
great, reasonable great : marry, for my part, I think 
the duke hath loft never a man, but one that is like to 
be executed for robbing a church, one Bardolpb, if your 
majefty know the man : his face is all pupuncles, and 
whelks, and knobs, and flames of fire ; and his lips plows 
at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, fometimes plew, 
and fometimes red ; but his nose is executed, and his 
fire's out. 

Kin. We would have all fuch offenders fo cut off: 
and we give exprefs charge, that, in our marches through 
the country, there be nothing compell'd from the vil- 
lages, nothing taken but pay'd for; none of the French 
upbraided, or abused in difdainful language; For, 
when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gen- 
tler gamefter is the fooneft winner. 

Tucket. Enter M o N T j o Y . 

MON. You know me by my habit. [thee ? 

Kin. Well then, i know thee ; What mail I know of 

MON. My mailer's mind- 

Kin. Unfold it. 

MON. Thus fays my king; Say thou to Harry of 
England, Though we feem'd dead, we did but fleep ; 
Advantage is a better foldier, than ramnefs. Tell him, 
we could have rebuk'd him at Harfleur ; but that we 
thought not good to bruise an injury, 'till it were full 
fipe : now we fpeak upon our cue, and our voice is 

54 Henry V. 

imperial; England (hall repent his folly, fee his weak. 
nefs, and admire our fufferance. Bid him, therefore, 
confider of his ranfom ; which muft proportion the 
lofles we have born, the fubjedls we have loft, the dif- 
grace we have digefted; which in weight to re-anfwer, 
his pettinefs would bow under. For our lofles, his exche- 
quer is too poor; for theefFusion of our blood, the mufter 
of his kingdom too faint a number; and for ourdifgrace, 
his own perfon, kneeling at our feet, but a weak and 
worthlefs fatiffaftion. To this, add defiance : and tell 
Jiim, for conclusion, he hath betray'd his followers, 
whose condemnation is pronounc'd. So far my king 
and matter; fo much my office. 

Kin. What is thy name : I know thy quality. 

MON, Mouijoy. 

Kin. Thou doft thy office fairly. Turn thee back, 
And tell thy king, I do not feek him now ; 
But could be willing to march on to Calais, 
Without impeachment: for, to fay the footh, 
(Though 'tis no wisdom, to confefs fo much 
Unto an enemy of craft and vantage) 
My people are with ficknefs much enfeebl'd ; 
My numbers leflen'd ; and those few I have, 
Almoft no better than fo many French ; 
Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, 
I thought, upon one pair of Englijb legs 
Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, God 

That I do brag thus ! this your air of France 

Hath blown that vice in me ; I muft repent. 
Go, therefore, tell thy mafter, 'here I am ; 
My ranfom, is this frail and worthlefs trunk; 
My army, but a weak and fickly guard ; 

Henry V. 5 5 

Yet, God before, tell him we will come on, 

Though France himfelf, and fuch another neighbour, 

Stand in our way. There's ^ for thy labour, Montjoj* 

Go, bid thy mafter well advise himfelf: 

If we may pafs, we will ; if we be hinder'd, 

We (hall your tawny ground with your red blood 

Difcolour : and fo, Montjoy, fare you well. 

The fum of all our anfwer is but this : 

We would not feek a battle, as we are; 

Nor, as we are, we fay, we will not fhun it; 

So tell your mafter. 

MQN. I (hall deliver fo. Thanks to your highnefs. 
[Exit MONT jo v. 

GLO. I hope, they will not come upon us now. 

Kin. We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs. 

March to the bridge ; it now draws toward night : 

Beyond the river we'll encamp ourfelves ; 

And on to-morrow bid them march away. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VII. The French Camp, near Aglncourt. 

Enter the Conftable of France, the Lord RAMBURES, 

the Duke of ORLEANS, Dauphin, and Others. 

Con. Tut ! I have the beft armour of the world. 

'Would, it were day ! 

ORL. You have an excellent armour; but let my 
horfe have his due. 

Con. It is the beft horfe of Eiirope. 
ORL. Will it never be morning ? 
Dan. My lord of Orleans, and my lord high confta- 
ble, you talk of horfe and armour, 

ORL. You are as well provided of both, as any prince 
in the world. 

56 Henry V. 

Daze. What a long night is this ! _ I will not change 
jny hone with any that treads but on four patterns. Ha, 
ha! he bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were 
hairs ; le che-val volant, the Pegajus-, qui a les narines de 
feu. When I bellride him, I foar, I am a hawk : he 
trots the air; the earth fings, when he touches it; the 
bafelt horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe 
of Hermes. 

ORL. He's of the colour of the nutmeg. 

Dau. And of the heat of the ginger. It is a bead 
for Perfeus: he is pure air, and fire; and the dull ele- 
ments of earth, and water, never appear in him, but 
only in patient ftilnefs, while his rider mounts him: 
he is, indeed, a horfe ; and all other jades you may 
call beafts. 

Con, Indeed, my lord, it is a moft abfolute and ex- 
cellent horfe. 

Dau. It is the prince of palfreys ; his neigh is like 
the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces 

O*i. No more, cousin. 

Dau. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot, from 
the rising of the lark to the lodging of the lamb, vary 
deserved praise on my palfrey : it is a theme as fluent 
a$ the fea ; turn the fands into eloquent tongues, and 
my horfe is argument for them al! : 'tis a fubjet for a 
fovereign to reason on, and for a fovereign's fovereign 
to ride on ; and for the world (familiar to us, and 
known) to lay apart their particular functions, and 
wonder at him. I once writ a fonnetin his praise; and 
began thus, Wonder of nature, 

ORL . I have heard a fonnet begin fo to one's miilrefs. 

3 v. A 1 *;*. *9 and unknown 

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Dau. Then did they imitate that which I compos'd 
to my courfer; for my horfe is my miiirefs. 

OKL. Your miftrefs bears well. 

Dau. Me well ; which is the prefcript praise, and 
perfection, of a good and particular miftrefs. 

Con. Nay ; for, methought, yefterday your miftrefs 
ihrewdly {hook your back. 

Dau. So, perhaps, did yours. 

Con. Mine was not bridl'd. 

Dau. O ! then, belike, me was old and gentle ; and 
you rode like a kerne of Ireland, your French hose off, 
and in your ftrait troffers. 

Con. You have good judgment in horfemanftiip. 

Dau. Be warn'd by me then : they that ride fo, and 
ride not warily, fall into foul bogs ; I had rather have 
my horfe to my miftrefs. 

Con. I had as lief have my miftrefs a jade. 

Dau. I tell thee, conftable, my miftrefs wears her 
own hair. 

Con. I could make as true a boaft as that, if I had 
a fow to my miftrefs. 

Dau. Le chien eft retourne a fan propre vomijfiment, 
et la truie lavee au bourbier : thou mak'ft ufe of any 

Con. Yet I do not use my horfe for my miftrefs ; or 
any fuch proverb, fo little kin to the purpose. 

RJM. My lord conftable, the armour, that I faw in 
your tent to-night, are those ftars, or funs, upon it ? 

Con. Stars, my lord, 

Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope. 

Con. And yet my flcy (hall not want. 

Dan. That may be, foryoubearamajiyfuperfluonfly ; 

"Stroffcrs *J la fcye 

5 8 Henry V. 

and 'twere more honour, fome were away. 

Con. Ev'n as your horfe bears your praises : who would 
trot as well, were fome of your hra^s difmounted. 

Dau. 'Would, I were able to load him with his de- 
sert. XVill it never be day r I will trot to-morrow a 
mile, and my way Ihall be paved with Englijb faces. 

Con. I will not fay fo, for fear I Ihould be fac'd out 
of my way : But I would it were mdrning, for I would 
fain be about the ears of the Englijh. 

RjtM. Who will go to hazard with me for twenty 
prisoners ? 

Ccn. You muft firft go yourfelf to hazard, ere you 
have them* 

Dau. 'Tis midnight, I'll go arm myfelf. [Exit. 

ORL. The dauphin longs for morning. 

RjtM. He longs to eat the Englijh. 

Con. I think, he will eat all he kills. 

ORL. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant 

Con. Swear by her foot, that me may tread out the 
oath. [France. 

ORL. He is, fimply, the moft aftive gentleman of 

Con. Doing is activity ; and he will ftill be doing. 

ORL. He never did harm, that I heard of. 

Con. Nor will do none to -morrow ; he will keep 
that good name ftill. 

ORL. I know him to be valiant. [than you. 

Con. 1 was told that, by one that knows him better 

ORL. What's he? 

Con. Marry, he told me fo himfelf ; and he faid, he 
car'd not who knew it. 

ORL>. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him. 

Henry V. S9 

Con. By my faith, fir, but it is ; never any body fa\v 
it, but his lacquey : 'tis a hooded valour ; and, when 
it appears, it will bate. 

ORL. Ill will never faid well. 

Con. I will cap that proverb, with There is flat- 
tery in frieridfhip. [his due. 

ORL. And I will take up that, with Give the devil 

Con. Well plac'd' there {lands your friend for the 
devil : have at the very eye of that proverb, with A 
pox of the devil ! 

ORL. You are the better at proverbs, by how much 
A fool's bolt is foon mot. 

Con. You have fhot over. 

ORL. 'Tis not the firft time you were over- fhot. 
Enter a MefTenger. 

Mef. My lord high conftable, the Englijb lie within 
fifteeen hundred paces of your tent. 

Con. Who hath measur'd the ground ? 

Mef. The lord Qrandpree. 

Con. A valiant and moft expert gentleman. 'Would, 
it were day! Alas, poor Harry of England! he longs 
not for the dawning, as we do. 

ORL. What a wretched and peevifh fellow is this 
king of 'England, to mope with his fat-brain'd followers 
fo far out of his knowledge ! 

Con. If the Englijh had any apprehenfion, they would 
run away. 

ORL. That they lack ; for if their heads had any in- 
tellectual armour, they could never wear fuch heavy 

RAM. That ifland of England breeds very valiant 
creatures ; their maftiffs are of unmatchable courage. 

60 Henry V. 

O*l. Foolifli curs ! that run winking into the mouth 
of a Ruffian bear, and have their heads crufti'd like rot- 
ten apples: You may as well fay that's a valiant flea, 
that dare eat his breakfaft on the lip of a lion. 

Con. Juft, juft; and the men do fympathize with 
the maftifFs, in robuftious and rough coming on, leav- 
ing their wits with their wives : and then give them 
great meals of beef, and iron and fteal, they will eat 
like wolves, and fight like devils. 

OKL. Ay, but these Englijbzse fiirewdly out of beef. 

Con. Then mall we find to-morrow they have only 
flomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it time to 
arm ; Come, (hall we about it ? 

ORL . It is now two o'clock : but, let me fee, by ten, 
We fhall have each a hundred Engli/hmen. [Exeunt. 


Enter Chorus. 

Now entertain conjecture of a time, 
When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, 
Fills the wide veffel of the univerfe. 
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night 
The hum of either army ftilly founds, 
That the fixt centinels almoft receive 
The fecret whifpers of each other's watch : 
Fire anfwers fire; and through their paly flames 
Each battle fees the other's nmber'd face : 
Steed threatens fteed, in high and boaftful neighs 
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents, 
The armourers, accomplifhing the knights, 

Henry V. 61 

With busy hammers closing rivets up, 

Give dreadful note of preparation. 

The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll ; 

And the third hour of drowzy morning's nam'd. 

Proud of their numbers, and fecure in foul, 

The confident and over- lu try French 

Do the low-rated Engli/b play at dice ; 

And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night, 

Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp 

So tedioufly away. The poor condemned Englijb, 

Like facrifices, by their watchful f.res 

Sit patiently, and inly ruminate 

The morning's danger ; and their gefture fad, 

And war-worn coats, inverting lank-lean cheeks, 

Presented them unto the gazing moon 

So many horrid ghofts, O, now, who will behold 

The royal captain of this ruin'd band, 

Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, 

Let him cry Praise and glory on his head ! 

For forth he goes, and visits all his hoft; 

Bids them good morrow, with a modeft fmile ; 

And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen. 

Upon his royal face there is no note, 

How dread an army hath enrounded him ; 

Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour 

Unto the weary and all-watched night : 

But fremly looks, and over- bears attaint, 

With chearful femblance, and fweet majefty ; 

That every wretch, pining and pale before, 

Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks : 

A largefs universal, like the fun, 

His liberal eye doth give to every one, 

*3 Invefting hnke leane Cheeks, and Warre-wornc Coats, 

VoL.vr. E 

6z Henry V- 

Thawing cold fear. Then, mean and gentle all, 

Behold, as may unworthinefs define, 

A little touch of Harry in the night : 

And fo our fcene mult to the battle fly ; 

Where (o, for pity !) we (hall much difgrace 

With four or five moft vile and ragged foils, 

Right ill difpos'd, in brawl ridiculous, 

The name of dgincourt : Yet, fit and fee ; 

Minding true things by what their mockeries be. [Exit. 

S CE NE I. The Englifli Camp. 
Enter King Henry, Bedford, and GLOSTER. 

Kin. Glo/ler, 'tis true, that we are in great danger ; 
The greater therefore mould our courage be 
Good morrow, brother Bedford. _God almighty ! 
There is feme foul of goodnefs in things evil, 
Would men observingly diftil it out ; 
For our bad neighbour makes us early ftirrers, 
Which is both healthful, and good husbandry: 
Befides, they are our outward conferences, 
And preachers to us all; admonifhing, 
That we mould drefs us fairly for our end. 
Thus may we gather honey from the weed, 
And make a moral of the devil himfelf. 


Good morrow, old fir Thomas Erpingham : 
A good foft pillow for that good white head 
Were better than a churlifh turf of France. 

ERP. Not fo, my liege ; this lodging likes me better ; 
Since I may fay Now lye I like a king. 

Kin. 'Tis good for men to love their present pains. 
Upon example ; fo the fpirit is eased : 

1 feare, that meane 

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And, when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, 
The organs, though defunct and dead before, 
Break up their drowzy grave, and newly move 
With called flough and frefh legerity. 
Lend me thy cloak, fir Thomas. _ Brothers both, 

[throwing the Cloak about him. 
Commend me to the princes in our camp ; 
Do my good morrow to them ; and, anon, 
Desire them all to my pavilion. 

GLO. We (hall, my liege. [Exeunt GLO. WBed. 

ERP. Shall I attend your grace ? 

Kin. No, my good knight; 
Go with my brothers to my lords of England: 
I and my bosom muft debate a while, 
And then I would no other company. 

ERP. The Lord in heaven blefs thee, noble Harry! 

Kin. God-a-mercy, old heart! thou fpeak'ft chear- 
Enter PISTOL. [fully. 

Pis. Quivala? 

Kin. A friend. 

Pis. Difcufs unto me, Art thou officer? 
Or art thou bafe, common, and popular ? 

Kin. I am a gentleman of a company. 

Pis. Trail'ft thou the puiflant pike? 

Kin. Even fo : What are you ? 

Pis. As good a gentleman as the emperor. 

Kin. Then you are a better than the king. 

Pis. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold ; 
A lad of life, an imp of fame; 
Of parents good, of fift moft valiant : 
I kifs his dirty fhoe, and from my heart-ftrings 

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64 Henry V. 

I love the lovely bully. What is thy name ? 

Kin. Harry h Roi. 

Pis . Le Roi /" _ a Cornifo name ; _ 
Art thou of Ccrnifl} crew : 

Kin. No, I am a Welfiman. 

Pis. Know'ft thou Fluellen ? 

Kin. Yes. 

Pis. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, 
Upon faint Davy's day. 

Kin. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that 
day, left he knock that about yours. 

Pis. Art thou his friend ? 

Kin. And his kinsman too. 

Pis. The fi 'go for thee then ! 
' Kin. I thank you : God be wi' you ! 

Pis. My name is Piftot ca\l'd. [Exit. 

Kin. It forts well with your fiercenefs. 

Gotf. Captain Fluellen, 

FLU. So ! in the name ofCheJbuChriji, fpeak fewer. 
It is thegreateft admiration in the universal 'orld, when 
the true and ancient prerogatifes and laws of the wars 
is not kept : if you would take the pains but to exa- 
mine the wars of Pompey the great, you {hall find, I 
warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle nor pibble 
pabble in Pompey's camp; I warrant you, you (hall find 
the ceremonies of the wars, and the cares of it, and 
the forms of it, and the fobriety of it, and the modefty 
of it, to be otherwise. 

Goif. Why, the enemy is loud ; you heard him all 

FLU. If the enemy is an afs, and a fool, and a prating 

Henry V. 6; 

coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we fhould alfo, 
look you, be an afs, and a fool, and a prating cox- 
comb ; in your own confcience now? 

Coir. I will fpeak lower. 

FL v. I pray you, and befeech you, that you will. 

[Exeunt Gow. andFLV. 

Kin. Though it appear a little out of faftiion, 
There is much care and valour in this Weljbmaa. 

Cou. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning, 
which breaks yonder? 

-ZLi-r. I think, it be: but we have no great cause to 
desire the approach of day. 

J-fit, We fee yonder the beginning of the day, but, 
I think, we fhall never fee the end of it. Who goes 
there ? 

Kin. A friend. 

WIL . Under what captain ferve you ? 

Kin. Under fir Thomas Erpingham. 

Wn. A good old commander, and a moft kind gen- 
tleman : I pray you, what thinks he of our eftate ? 

Kin. Even as men wreck'd upon a fand, that look 
to be wafh'd off the next tide. 

Bjtr. He hath not told his thought to the king ? 

Kin. No ; nor it is not meet, he mould. For, though 
I fpeak it to you, I think, the king is but a man, as I 
am : the violet fmells to him, as it doth to me ; the ele- 
ment fhews to him, as it doth to me ; all his fenfes have 
but human conditions : his ceremonies lay'd by, in his 
nakednefs he appears but a man ; and though his affec- 
tions are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they 
ttoop, they floop with the like wing ; therefore when 


66 Henry V. 

he fees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, 
be of the fame relifli as ours are : Yet, in reason, no 
man mould possefs him with any appearance of fear, 
left he, by (hewing it, Ihould difliearten his army. 

BAT. He may (hew what outward courage he will : 
but, Iibelieve, as cold a night as 'tis," he could wifh him- 
felf in Thames up to the neck ; and fo I would he were, 
and I by him, at all adventures, fo we were quit here. 

Kin. By my troth, I will fpeak my confcience of the 
king; I think, he would not wilh himfelf any where, 
but where he is. 

jtr. Then, 'would he were here alone ; fo mould 
he be fure to be ranfomed, and a many poor men's lives 

Kin. I dare fay, you love him not fo ill, to wifh 
him here alone ; howfoever you fpeak this, to feel other 
men's minds : Methinks, I could not die any where fo 
contented, as in the king's company ; his cause being 
jutt, and his quarrel honorable. 

IFiL. That's more than we know. 

BjT. Ay, or more than we mould feek after ; for we 
know enough, if we know we are the king's fubje&s : 
if his cause'be wrong, our obedience to the king wipes 
the crime of it out of us. 

Wit . But, if the cause be not good, the king himfelf 
hath a heavy reck'ning to make ; when all those legs, 
and arms, and heads, chopt off in a battle, (hall join 
together at the latter day, and cry all We dy'd at fuch 
a place ; fome, fwearing ; fome, crying for a furgeon ; 
fome, upon their wives left poor behind them ; fome, 
upon the debts they owe ; fome, upon their children 
rawly left : I am afeajd, there are few die well, that 

Henry V. 67 

die in a battle; For how can they charitably difposeof 
any thing, when blood is their argument ? now, if these 
men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the 
king that led them to it ; whom to difobey, were againft 
all proportion of fubjeclion. 

Kin. So, if a fon, that is by his father fent about 
merchandize, do finfully mifcarry upon the fea, the im- 
putation of his wickednefs, by your rule, mould be im- 
posed upon his father that fent him : or if a fervant, 
under his matter's command, tranfporting a fum of mo- 
ney, be aflail'd by robbers, and die in many irreconcil'd 
iniquities, you may call the basinefs of the mafter the 
author of the fervant's damnation : But this is not fo : 
the king is not bound to anfwer the particular endings 
of his foldiers, the father of his fon, nor the mafter of 
his fervant ; for they purpose not their death, when 
they purpose their fervices. Befides, there is no king, 
be his cause never fo fpotlefs, if it come to the arbitre- 
ment of fwords, can try it out with all unfpotted fol- 
diers : fome, peradventure, have on them the guilt of 
premeditated and contrived number; fome, of beguil- 
ingvirgins with the broken feals of perjury; fome, mak- 
ing the wars their bulwark, that have before gored the 
gentle bosom of peace with pillage and robbery : Now, 
if these men have defeated the law, and out-run native 
punifhment, though they can out-ftrip men, they have 
no wings to fly from God : war is his beadle, war is 
his vengeance ; fo that here men are puniuYd, for be- 
fore-breach of the king's laws, in now the king's quar- 
rel : where they feared the death, they have born life 
away ; and where they would be fafe, they perifh : 
then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty 


68 Henry V. 

of their damnation, than he was before guilty of those 
impieties for the which they are now visited. Every 
fubjecVs duty is the king's; but every fubjecVs foul is 
his own. Therefore fhould every foldier in the wars 
do as every fick man in his bed, warn every moth out 
of his confcience : and dying fo, death is to him ad- 
vantage ; or not dying, the time was bleffedly loft, 
wherein fuch preparation was gained : and, in him that 
efcapes, it were not fin to think, that, making God 
fo free an offer, he let him out-live that day, to fee his 
greatnefs, and to teach others how they mould prepare. 

WIL. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the ill 
upon his own head, the king is not to anfwer it. 

BAT, I do not desire he fhould anfwer for me ; and 
yet I determine to fight luflily for him. 

Kin. I myfelf heard the king fay, he would not be 

WIL. Ay, he faid fo, to make us fight chearfully : 
but, when our throats are cut, he may be ranfom'd, and 
we ne'er the wiser. [after. 

Kin. If I live to fee it, I will never truft his word 

WIL. You pay him then ! that's a perilous (hot out 
of an elder gun, that a poor and a private difpleasure 
can do againfl a monarch- you may as well go about to 
turn the fun to ice, with fanning in his face wirfi a 
peacock's feather. You'll never truft his word after! 
come, 'tis a foolifh faying. 

Kin. Your reproof is fomething too round ; I fhould 
be angry with you, if the time were convenient. 

WIL. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. 

Kin. I embrace it. 

WIL. How fhall I know thee again? 

Henry V. 69 

Kin. Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear 
it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou dar'ft acknowledge 
it, I will make it my quarrel. 

WIL. Here's my ^ glove; give me another of thine. 

Kin. There f. 

WIL. This will 1 alfo wear in my cap : if ever thou 
come to me, and fay, after to-morrow, 'l his is my glove, 
by this hand, I will take thee a box on the ear. 

Kin. If ever I live to fee it, I will challenge it. 

WIL. Thou dar'ft as well be hang'd. 

Kin. Well, 1 will do it, though I take thee in the 
king's company. 

WIL. Keep thy word : fare thee well. 

BAT, Be friends, you Englijh fools, be friends; we 
have French quarrels enough, if you could tell how to 

Kin. Indeed, the French may lay twenty French 
crowns to one, they will beat us ; for they bear them 
on their moulders : But it is no Englijh treason, to cut 
French crowns; and, to-morrow, the king himfelf will 
be a clipper. {Exeunt Soldiers. 

Upon the king! let us our lives, our fouls, 
Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and 
Our fins, lay on the king; we muft bear all. 
O hard condition ! twin-born with greatnefs, 
Subjedleti to the breath of every fool, 
Whose fenfe no more can feel but his own wringing ! 
What infinite heart's-ease mult kings negledt, 
That private men enjoy ? 

And what have kings, that privates have not too, 
Save ceremony, fave general ceremony ? 
And what art thou, thcu idol ceremony ? 

o Henry V. 

What kind of god art thou, that fuffer'ft more 
Of mortal griefs, than do thy worihippers ? 
What are thy rents, what are thy comings-in, 

ceremony, ftiew me but thy worth, 
What is thy roul of adoration ? 

Art thou aught elfe but place, degree, and form, 

Creating awe and fear in other men r 

Wherein thou art lefs happy being fear'd, 

Than they in fearing. 

What drink'ft thou oft, inftead of homage fweet, 

But poison'd flattery : O, be fick, great greatnefs, 

And bid thy ceremony give thee cure ! 

Think'ft thou, the fiery fever will go out 

With titles blown from adulation ? 

Will it give place to flexure and low bending ? 

Canft thou, when thou command'ft the beggar's knee, 

Command the health of it ? No, thou proud dream, 

That play'ft fo fubtly with a king's repose, 

1 am a king, that find thee : and I know, 
'Tis not the balm, the fcepter, and the ball, 
The fword, the mace, the crown imperial. 
The enter-tiffu'd robe of gold and pearl, 
The farfed title running 'Yore the king, 
The throne he fits on, nor the tide of pomp 
That beats upon the high fhore of this world, 
No, not all these, thrice -gorgeous ceremony, 
Not all these, lay'd in bed majellical, 

Can fleep fo foundly as the wretched flave ; 
Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind, 
Gets him to reft, cram'd with diftreflTul bread ; 
Never fees horrid night, the child of hell ; 
But, like a lacquey, from the rise to fet, 

3 thySoulc " Thinks 

Henry V. 71 

Sweats in the eye of Pb&bus, and all night 
Sleeps in Elysium ; next day, after dawn, 
Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horfe; 
And follows fo the ever-running year, 
With profitable labour, to his grave : 
And, but for ceremony, fuch a wretch, 
Winding up days with toil, and nights with fieep, 
Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king. 
The flave, a member of the country's peace, 
Enjoys it; but in grofs brain little wots, 
What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace, 
Whose hours the peasant belt advantages. 

ERP. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your abfence, 
Seek through your camp to find you. , 

Kin. Good old knight, 
Collect them all together at my tent: 
I'll be before thee. 

ERP. I (hall do't, my lord. [Exit. 

Kin. O God of battles, fteel my foldiers' hearts ! 
Possefs them not with fear ; take from them now 
The fenfe of reck'ning, left the opposed numbers 
Pluck their hearts from them ! Not to-day, o Lord, 

not to-day, think not upon the fault 
My father made in comparing the crown ! 

1 Richard^ body have interred new ; 

And on it have bcftow'd more contrite tears, 
Than from it iffu'd forced drops of blood : 
Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, 
Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up 
Toward heaven, to pardon blood ; and I have built 
Two chantries, where the fad and folemn priefts 

11 teckning of th'oppofed 

72 . Henry V. 

Sing (till for Richard's foul. More will I do : 
Though all that I can do, is nothing worth ; 
Since that my penitence comes after all, 
Imploring pardon. 


GLO. My liege! 

Kin. My brother Glofter's voice. _ 
T know thy errand, I will go with thee r 
The day, my friends, and all things ftay for me [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. The French Camp. 
Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, RAMBURHS, and Others. 

ORL. The fun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. 

Dau. MoKfez cbevahM.y horfe ! <valet ! lacquay ! ha. ! 

ORL. O brave fpirit! 

Dau. Via! I' eau et terre. 

OR L . Rien plus ? I ' air et feu . 

Enter Conftable. 

Dau. del! cousin Orleans, Now, my lord conftable ? 

Con. Hark, how our fteeds for present fervice neigh. 

Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their hides ; 
That their hot blood may-fpin in Englijh eyes, 
And daunt them with fuperfluous courage. Ha ! [blood ? 

RjiM. What, will you have them weep our horfes' 
How (hall we then behold their natural tears ? 
Enter a MefTenger. 

Mef. The Englijh are embattl'd, you Trench peers. 

Con. To horfe, you gallant princes ! ftraight to horfe ! 
Do but behold yon' poor and ftarved band, 
And your fair mew fhall fuck away their fouls, 
Leaving them but the (hales and hufics of men. 
There is not work enough for all our hands ; 

' v. Note. 7 3 doubt 

Henry V. 73 

Scarce blood enough in all their fickly veins, 

To give each naked curtle-ax a ftain, 

That our French gallants fhall to-day draw out, 

And fheath for lack of fport : let us but blow on them, 

The vapour of our valour will o'er- turn them. 

'Tis positive 'gainft all exceptions, lords, 

That our fupeifluous lacquey?, and our peasants, 

Who, in unneceflary aftion, fwarm 

About our fquares of battle, were enough 

To purge this field of fuch a hilding foe; 

Though we upon this mountain's bafis by 

Took ftand for idle fpeculation : 

But that our honours muft not. What's to fay ? 

A very little little let us do, 

And all is done. Then let the trumpets found 

The tucket fonuance, and the note to mount : 

For our approach fhall fo much dare the field, 

That Eng/andttiall couch down in fear, and yield. 


GRJ. Why do you ftay fo long, my lords of France ? 
Yon' island carrions, defperate of their bones, 
Ill-favour'dly become the morning field : 
Their ragged curtains poorly are let loofe, 
And our air fhakes them paffing fcornfully. 
Big Mars feems bankrupt in their beggar'd hoft, 
And faintly through a rutty bever peeps. 
Their horfemen fit like fixed candlefticks, 
With torch-ltaves in their hand : and their poor jades 
Lob down their heads, drooping the hide and hips; 
The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes ; 
And in their palled mouths the jymold bit 
Lies foul with chaw'd grafs, ftill and motionlefs ; 

3 ' pa'e dull mouthes 

74 Henry V. 

And their executors, the knavifli crows, 

Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. 

Defcription cannot fuit itfelf in words, 

To demonitrate the life of fuch a battle 

In life fo lifelefs as it (hews itfelf. [death. 

Con. They have faid their prayers, and they ftay for 
Dau. Shall we go fend them dinners, and frefli fuits, 

And give their failing horfes provender, 

And after fight with them ? 
Con. I ftay but for my guard ; On, to the field : 

I will the banner from a trumpet take, 

And use it for my hafte. Come, come away ; 

The fun is high, and we out-wear the day. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Before the Camp. 

Enter the Hofl o/*England ; BEDFORD, GLOSTER, 

GLO. Where is the king ? 

BED. The king himfelf is rode to view their battle. 

WES. Of fighting men they have full threefcore thou- 

EXE. There's five to one ; befides, they all are frefh. 

SJL. God's arm ftrike with us ! 'tis a fearful odds. 
God be wi' you, princes all ; I'll to my charge : 
If we no more meet, 'till we meet in heaven, 

Then, joyfully, my noble lord of Bedford, 

My dear lord Glojier, and my good lord Exeter, 
And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu ! [thee ! 

BED . Farewel, good Salisbury ; and good luck go with 

EXE. Farewel, kind lord; fight valiantly to-day. 
And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, 
For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. [Ex, SAL. 

Henry V. 75 

BED. He is as full of valour, as of kindnefs ; 
Princely in both. 

WES. O, that we now had here 

Enter King Henry. 

But one ten thousand of those men in England, 
That do no work to-day ! 

Kin. What's he, that wiflies fo ? 
My cousin Weftmorland? No, my fair cousin : 
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough 
To do our country lofs ; and if to live, 
The fewer men, the greater (hare of honour. 
God's will ! I pray thee, wifh not one man more. 
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold ; 
Nor care I, who doth feed upon my coft ; 
It yerns me not, if men my garments wear; 
Such outward things dwell not in my desires : 
But, if it be a fin to covet honour, 
I am the moft offending foul alive. 
No, 'faith, my coz', wi(h not a man from England: 
God's peace ! I would not lose fo great an honour, 
As one man more, methinks, would fnare from me, 
For the beft hope I have. O, do not wifh one more : 
Rather proclaim it, Weftmorland, through my hoft, 
That he, which hath no ftomack to this fight, 
Let him depart; his pafTport {hall be made, 
And crowns for convoy put into his purfe : 
We would not die in that man's company, 
That fears his fellowfhip to die with us. 
This day is call'd the feaft of Crifpian : 
He, that out-lives this day, and comes fafe home, 
Will ftand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, 
And rouze him at the name of Crifpian. 

76 Henry V. 

He, that Ihall live this day, and fee old age, 
Will yearly on the vigil feafl his friends, 
And fay to-morrow is faint Cripian : 
Then will he flrip his fleeve, and (hew his fkars. 
Old men forget ; all fhall not be forgot ; 
But he'll remember, with advantages, 
What feats he did that day : Then flial! our names, 
Familiar in his mouth as houfhold words, 
Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, 
Warwick and Talbct, Salisbury and Glofier, 
Be in their flowing cups frefhly remember'd. 
This ftory fhall the good man teach his fon ; 
And Crijpin Crijpian fhall ne'er go by, 
From this day to the ending of the world, 
But we in it Ihall be remembered: 
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; 
For he, to-day that fheds his blood with me, 
Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er fo vile, 
This day fiiall gentle his condition : 
And gentlemen in England, now abed, 
Shall think themfelves accurf'd, they were not here; 
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any fpeaks, 
That fought with us upon faint Crifpins day. 
Re- enter SALISBURY. 

SAL* My fovereign lord, beftow yourfelf with fpeed : 
The French are bravely in their battles fet, 
And will with all expedience charge on us. 

Kin. All things are ready, if our minds be fo. 

WES. Perifh the man, whose mind is backward now ! 

Kia. Thou doft not wifh more help from England, 
cousin ? 

WES. God's will, my liege, would you and I alone, 

' fee this day, and live 5 forget - } yet all 

Henry V. 77 

Without more help, might fight this battle out. [men ; 

Kin. Why, now thou halt unwifli'd five thousand 

Which likes me better, than to wifh us one 

You know your places : God be with you all ! 
Tucket. Enter MONT JOY. 

MON . Once more I come to know of thee, king Harry, 
If for thy ranfom thou wilt now compound, 
Before thy moft aflured overthrow : 
For, certainly, thou art fo near the gulph, 
Thou needs mult be englutted. Befides, in mercy, 
The conftable desires thee thou wilt mind 
Thy followers of repentance ; that their fouls 
May make a peaceful and a fweet retire [dies 

From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor bo- 
Muft lie and fefter. 

Kin. Who hath fent thee now ? 

MON. The conttable of France. 

Kin. I pray thee, bear my former anfwer back ; 
Bid them atchieve me, and then fell my bones. 
Good God ! why mould they mock poor fellows thus ? 
The man, that once did fell the lion's (kin 
While the beaft liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. 
A many of our bodies (hall, no doubt, 
Find native graves ; upon the which, I truft, 
Shall witnefs live in brafs of this day's work : 
And those that leave their valiant bones in France, 
Dying like men, though bury'd in your dunghills, 
They (hall be fam'd ; for there the fun (hall greet them, 
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; 
Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, 
The fmell whereof (haU breed a plague in France, 
Mark then a bounding valour in our Englijk; 

?t abounding 


7 Henry V. 

That, being dead, Kke to the bullet's grazing, 
Breaks out into a fecond courfe of mifchief, 
Killing in relapfe. 

Let me fpeak proudly; Tell the conftable, 
We are but warriors for the working-day : 
Our gaynefs, and our gilt, are all befmirch'd 
With rainy marching in the painful field ; 
There's not a piece of feather in our hoft, 
(Good argument, I hope, we {hall not fly) 
And time hath worn us into flovenry : 
But, by the mafs, our hearts are in the trim : 
And my poor foldiers tell me yet ere night, 
They'll be in fremer robes ; or they will pluck 
The gay new coats o'er the French foldiers' heads, 
And turn them out of fervice. If they do this, 
(As, if please God, they (hall) my ranfom then 
Will foon be levy'd. Herald, fave thy labour; 
Come thou no more for ranfom, gentle herald; 
They fhall have none, I fwear, but these my joints : 
Which if they have as I will leave 'em them, 
Shall yield them little, tell the conftable. 

MON. I fhall, king Harry. And fo fare thee well : 
Thou never (halt hear herald any more. [Exit. 

Kin. I fear, thou'ltonce more come again forranfom. 
Enter the Duke of York. 

TOR. My lord, moft humbly on my knee I beg 
The leading of the vaward. [away : _ 

Kin. Take it brave York Now, foldiers, march 
And how thou pleaseft, God, difpose the day. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. 7 be Field of Fattle. 
Alarums, as of a Battle joined. Excurf.cns. Enter a 

3 relapfe of Mortalttie. 

Henry V. 79 

Frenchman, fiying\ PISTOL, and Boy,/oflo-ivirtg. 

Pis, Yield, cur. 

Fre. Je penfe, que <vous ejies le gentilhomme dt bonne 

Pis. Quality ! cality ! _ conflrue me, 
Art thou a gentleman r What is thy name ? 


Fre. O feigneur D 

Pis . O, fignieur De*w (hould be a gentleman : _ 
Perpend my words, o fignieur Deiv, and mark ; 
O fignieur Dew, thou dy'ft on point of fox, 
Except, o fignieur, thou do give to me 
Egregious ranfom. 

Fre. O, prennez mifericorde ! ayez pitie Je moi ! 

Pis. Moy fhall not ferve, I will have forty moys j 
Or I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat, 
In drops of crimson blood. 

Fre. Eft il impojfjible (T efcbapptr la force de ton brai ? 

Pis. Brafs, cur! 

Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat, 
Offer'ft me brafs ? 

Fre . O, pardonnez moi ! 

Pis. Say'ft thou me fo? is that a tun of moys ? 
Come hither, boy; Afk me this flave in French 
What is his name. 

Soy. Efcoutez ; Comment ejles <voui appelle ? 

Fre. Monfeeur le Per. 

Boy. He fays, his name is matter Per. 

Pis. Matter Per! I'll fer him, and ferk him, and 
ferret him :_difcufs the fame in French unto him. 

Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, 
and ferk. 

5 Qiialtity calmy cufhue l6 for I 

F 2 

8o Henry V. 

Pis. Bid him prepare, for I will cat his throat. 
Fre. Que dit-il, monfieur? 

Boy. II me commands fie nious dire, que wous vous te- 
ttiez preft ; tar ce Johiat id eft difpoje tout a cette heure de 
couper vcftre gorge. 

Pis. Out, coupe le gorge, par ma fey, pesant, 
Unlcfs thou give me crowns, brave crowns ; 
Or mangl'd {halt thou be by this my fword. 

Fre. O, je <vous fupplie, pour I 'amour de Dieu, me par- 
Conner! ye juii gentilhomme de bonne maifon ; gardez ma 
vie, et je voiu donneray deux centt efcus. 
Pis. What are his words ? 

Boy. He prays you to fave his life : he is a gentle- 
man of a good houfe ; and, for his ranfom, he will give 
yon two hundred crowns. 

Pis. Tell him my fury fhall abate, 
And 1 the crowns will take. 

Fre. Petit monfeeur, que dit-il? 

Boy. Encore quit eft centre jonjurement, de pardonner 
aucun prifonnier ; aeantmoins, pour les efcus que c vous hi 
promettez, il eft content de <voui donner la liberte, le fran- 

Fre. Sur mes genoxx, je wous donne milk remerciemens : 
tt je mi eftime heureux, que j 'ai tombe entrt les mains d 1 ux 
che^ualier, CCinrnc Je penje, le plui braiie, 'valiant, et tret 
diftingue feigneur a" * Anglettrre. 
Pis. Expound unto me, boy. 

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand 
thanks: and eiteems himfelf happy, that he hath fali'n 
into the hands of one (as he thinks) the moil brave, va- 
lorous, and thrice-worthy fignieur of England. 

Pis. As I fuck blood, 1 will fome mercy {hew. _ 

* tout aiturt *4 it tcmbe ** dfttn'u 

Henry Y. g r 

Follow me, cur. [Exit PISTOL. 

Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitain. 

[Exit Frenchman, after him. 

I did never know fo full a voice iffue from fb empty 
a heart: but the faying is true, The empty veflel 
makes the greateft found. Bardolph, and Nym, had ten 
times more valour than this roaring devil i'the old play, 
that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dag- 
ger; and they are both hang'd ; and fo would this be> 
if he durft fteal any thing advent'roufly. I muft ftay 
with the lacqueys, with the luggage of our camp : the 
French might have a good prey of us, if he knew of it ; 
for there is none to guard it, but boys. [Exit. 

SC E NE V. The fame. Another Part of it. 

Alarum*, &c. Enter Dauphin, ORLEANS, Conftable, 

BOURBON, and divers Others. 

Con. Odiabk! 

ORL. O feigneur ! _ le jour eft perdu> tout eft perdu !' 

Dau. Mart de ma <vie ! all is confounded, all ! 
Reproach, reproacl/, and everlalting (hame 

Sits mocking in our plumes O- mejchante fortu ne ! 

Do not run away. [other Alarums. 

Con. Why, all our ranks are broke. 

Dau. O perdurable mame! let's ftab ourfelves. 

Be these the wretches, that we play'd at dice for? 

ORL. Is this the king, we feat to for his ranfom ? 

Bo v. Shame, and eternal mame, nothing but (hame ! 
Let us die inflant : _ Once more back again ; 
And he that will not follow Bourbon now, 
Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand, 
Like a bafe pander, hold the chamber-door, 

!': Henry V. 

Whilft by a flavc, no gentler than my dog, 
His faireft daughter is contaminate. 

Con. Disorder, that hath fpoil'd us, friend US' now: 
Let us, on heaps, go offer up our lives. 

OHL. We are enough, yet living in the field, 
To (mother up the Englijh in our throngs, 
If any order might be thought upon. 

Bou. The devil take order now \ I'll to the throng : 
Let life be fhort ; elfe, fhame will be too long. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VI. The fame. Another Part of it. 

Alarums. Enter King Henry, and Forces', 

EXETER, and Others* with him. 

Kin. Well have we done, thrice- valiant countrymen : 
But all's not done, yet keep the French the field, [fty. 

EXE. The duke of York commends him to your maje- 

Kin. Lives he, good uncle ? thrice, within this hour, 
I faw him down ; thrice up again, and fighting ; 
From helmet to the fpur, all blood he was. 

EXE. In which array (brave foldier) doth he lie, 
Larding the plain : and by his bloody fide 
(Yoak-fellow to his honour-owing wounds) 
The noble earl of Suffolk alfo lies. 
Suffolk firft dy'd : and York, all haggl'd o'er, 
Come? to him, where in gore he lay inlteep'd, 
And takes him by the beard ; kifTes the games, 
That bloodily did yawn upon his face ; 
And cries aloud, 'Tarry, my cousin Suffolk \ 
My fouljhall thine keep company to heaven : 
Tarry, fixeet foul, for mine, then Jiy a brtajl ; 
As, in this glorious and <well-fo:ighten field, 
Ife kept together in cur chivalry ! 

Henry V. 83 

Upon these words, I came, and cheer'd him up : 
He fmil'd me in the face, raught me his hand, 
And, with a feeble gripe, fays, Dear my lord., 
Commend my fervice to my fo-vereign. 
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck 
He threw his wounded arm, and kiff'd his lips ; 
And fo, efpous'd to death, with blood he feal'd 
A teftament of noble-ending love : 
The pretty and fweet manner of it forc'd 
Those waters from me, which I would have ftop'd ; 
But I had not fo much of man in me; 
But all my mother came into mine eyes, 
And gave me up to tears. 
Kin. I blame you not; 
For, hearing this, I muft perforce compound 
With miftful eyes, or they will iflue too. _ 

[a loud Alarum. 

But, hark ! what new alarum is this fame ? 
The French have re-inforc'd their fcatter'd men : 
Then every foldier kill his prisoners ; 
Give the word through. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VII. tte'fame. Another Part of it. 
Alarums. Enter GOWER, </ FLUELLEN. 

FLU KiU the poys, and the luggage ! 'tis exprefly 
againil the law of arms : 'tis as arrant a piece of kna- 
very, mark you now, as can be offer'd ; In your con- 
fcience now, is it not ? 

Goif. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive ; and 
the cowardly rafcals, that ran from the battle, ha' done 
this (laughter : befides, they have burned, and carry'd 
away, all that was in the king's tent ; wherefore the 

34 Henry V. 

king, moft worthily, hath caus'd every foldier to cut his 
prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a gallant king! 

FLU. Ay, he was born at Mcnmouth, captain Goiver : 
What call you the town's name, where Alexander the 
pig was born ? 

Golf. Alexander the great. 

FLU. Why, I pray you, is not, pig, great? the pig, 
or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the mag- 
nanimous, are all one reckonings, fave the phrase is a 
little variations. 

Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Ma- 
tedon ; his father was call'd Philip of Macedon, as I 
take it. 

FLU. I think, it is in Macfdox, where Alexander is 
porn. I tell you, captain, If you look in the maps 
of the 'orld, I warrant, you fhall find, in the compari- 
(bns between Macedon and Monmoutb, that the fituations, 
look you, is both alike : There is a river in Macedon ; 
and there is alfo moreover a river at Monmwth : it is 
call'd tfye, at Monmouth ; but it is out of my prains, what 
is the name of the other river ; but 'tis all one, 'tis fo 
like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is falmons 
in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of 
Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well ; for 
there is figures in all things. Alexander, (Got knows, and 
you know) in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, 
and his cholers, and his moods, and his difpleasures, 
and his indignations, and alfo being a little intoxicates 
in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, 
kill his peft friend Clytus. 

Goif. Our king is not like him in that ; he never 
kill'd any of his friends. 

Henry V . 85 

FLU. It is not well done, mark you now, to take the 
tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finifhed. 
I fpeak but in the figures and comparifons of it : As /I/ex- 
ander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his 
cups ; fo alfo Harry Monmouth, being in his right wits 
and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat knight with 
the great- pelly doublet ; he was full of jefts, and gypes, 
and knaveries, and mocks, I am forget his name. 

Gow. Sir Join Falftaf. 

FLU. That is he: I'll tell you, there is goot men 
porn at Monmouth. 

Gotf. Here comes his majefty. 

Alarums. Enter King Henry, and Forces; Warwick, 
GLOSTER, EXETER, and Others. 

Kin. I was not angry fince I came to France, 

Until this inftant. Take a trumpet, herald; 

Ride thou unto the horfemen on yon' hill : 
If they will fight with us, bid them come down, 
Or void the field ; they do offend our fight : 
If they'll do neither, we will come to them ; 
And make them fkir away, as fwift as ftones 
Enforced from the old djfyrian flings : 
Befides, we'll cut the throats of those we have; 
And not a man of them, that we fhall take, 
Shall tafte our mercy : Go, and tell them fo. 

[Exeunt a Herald, and Others. 

EXE. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege. 
Enter MONT JOY. 

GLO. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. [not, 

Kin. How now ! what means this herald ? know'ft thou 
That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ranfom ? 
Com'ft thou again for ranfom ? 

86 Henry V. 

Motf. No, great king: 
I come to thee for charitable licence, 
That we may wander o'er this bloody field, 
To book our dead, and then to bury them ; 
To fort our nobles from our common men ; 
For many of our princes (woe the while !) 
Lie drown'd and foak'd in mercenary blood : 
So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs 
In blood of princes; and the wounded fteeds 
Fret fetlock- deep in gore, and, with wild rage, 
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead mailers, 
Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king, 
To view the field in fafety, and difpose 
Of their dead bodies. 

Kin. I tell thee truly, herald, 
I know not, if the day be ours, or no; 
For yet a many of your horfe appear, 
And gallop o'er the field. 

MOK. The day is yours. 

Kin. Praised be God, and not our ftrength for it 
What is this caftle call'd, that ftands hard by ? 

Moif. They call it Aginccurt. 

Kin. Then call we this the field of Aginccurt, 
Fought on the day of Crifpin Crifpianus. 

FLU. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't 
please your majefty, and your great-uncle Edward the 
plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, 
fought a moft prave pattle here in France. 

Kin. They did, Flue/lea. 

FLU. Your majefty fays very true : If your majeflies 
5s remember'd of it, the Welfomen did goot fervice in a 
garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their 

and with wounded '7 borfemen pecre 

Henry V. 87 

Monmoutb caps ; which, your majefty know, to this hour 
is an honourable padge of the fervice : and, I do be- 
lieve, your majefty takes no fcorn to wear the leek upon 
faint faty'a day. 

Kin. I wear it for a memorable honour: 
For t am Weljh, you know, good countryman. 

FLU. All the water in Wye cannot wafh your maje- 
fty's Weljh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that : 
Got plefs it, and preserve it, as long as it pleases his 
grace and his majefty too ! 

Kin. Thanks, good my countryman. 

FLU. By Chejhu, I am your majefty's countryman, I 
care not who know it; I will confefs it to all the 'orld : 
I need not to be afhamed of your majefty, praised be 
Got, fo long as your majefty is an honeft man. 

Kin. God keep me fo ! Our heralds, go with him ; 
Bring me juft notice of the numbers dead 

On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither. 

[feeing Wi L L I A M s among the Troops. 

EXE. Soldier, you muft come to the king. 

[Exeunt MONT jov, and Others. 

Kin. Soldier, why wear'ft thou that glove in thy cap ? 

WIL. An't please your majefty, 'tis the gage of one 
that 1 {hould fight withal, if he be alive. 

Kin. An Englijhman ? 

Wit. An't please your majefty; a rafcal, that fwag- 
ger'd with me laft night : who if 'a live, and ever dare 
to challenge this glove, I have fworn to take him a box 
o'the ear : or, if I can fee my glove in his cap, (which, 
he fwore, as he was a foldier, he would wear, if alive) 
I would ftrike it out foundly. 

Kin. What think you, captain fluellen\ is it fit, this 

*7 alive 

88 Henry V. 

foldier keep his oath ? 

FLU. He is a craven and a villain elfe, an't please 
your majefty, in my confcience. 

Kin. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great 
fort, quite from the anfwer of his degree. 

FL i\ Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil 
is, as Lucifer and Belze'aub himfelf, it is necellary, look 
your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath : if he 
be perjur'd, fee you now, his reputation is as arrant a 
villain and a jack-fauce, as ever his plack fhoe trod 
upon Got's ground and his earth, in my confcience, la. 

Km. Then keep thy vow, firrah, when thou meet'it 
the fellow. 

If'iL. So I will, my liege, as I live* 

Kin. Who ferv'ft thou under ; 

WIL . Under captain Gwer, my liege. 

FLU. Gmver is a goot captain ; and is goot know- 
ledge and literature in the wars. 

Kin. Call him hither to me, foldier. 

l-f'it. I will, my Hege. [Exit. 

Kin. Here, Fluellen ; wear thou this =f favour for me, 
and ftkk it in thy cap : When Ahnson and myfelf were 
down together, I pluck'd this glove from his helm : if 
any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alenson, and an 
enemy to our perfon ; if thou encounter any fuch, ap- 
prehend him, an thou doft love me. 

FLU. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be 
desired in the hearts of his fubje&s : I would fain fee 
the man, that has but two legs, that (hall find himfelf 
agrief'd at this glove, that is all; but I would fain fee 
it once ; an please Got of his grace, that I might fee it, 

Kin. Know'il thou G<nuer ? 

Henry V. 89 

FLU. He is my dear friend, an please you. ftent. 

Kin. Pray thee, go feek him, and bring him to my 

FLU. I will fetch him. [Exit. 

Kin. My lord of Warwick ,_and my brother Glojier,-. 
Follow Fluelhn clofely at the heels : 
The glove, which I have given him for a favour, 
May, haply, purchafe him a box o'the ear ; 
It is the foldier's ; I, by bargain, fhould 
Wear it myfelf. Follow, good cousin Warwick: 
If that the foldier ftrike him, (as, I judge 
By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word) 
Some fudden mifchief may arise of it ; 
For I do know Fluellen valiant, 
And, touch'd with choler, hot as gun-powder, 
And quickly will return an injury : 
Follow, and fee there be no harm between them. 
Go you with me, uncle of Exeter. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VIII. r^EnglifliC^/. 

WIL. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain. 


FLU. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I pefeech 

you now, come apace to the king : there is more goot 

toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge 

to dream of. [Cap. 

WIL. Sir, know you this glove ? [Jhcwing that in hi, 

FLU. Know the glove ? I know, the glove is a glove. 

WIL . I know this ; [fainting to the Gloi-e in Fluellen's 

Cap.~\ and thus I challenge it. [ftrikis him. 

FLU. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the ur.l- 

verfal 'orld, or in France, or in England. 

go Henry V. 

Gow. How now, fir? you villain! 

WIL. Do you think I'll be forfworn ? 

FLU. Stand away, captain Cower; I will give trea- 
son his payment in plows, I warrant you. 

WIL. I am no traitor. 

FLU. That's a lie in thy throat. I charge you in 
his majefty's name, apprehend him ; he's a friend of 
the duke dlensons. 

Enter WARWICK, aWGlofter. 

WJR. How now, how now! what's the matter ? 

FLU. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got 
for it) a moft contagious treason come to light, look 
you, as you fhall desire in a fummer's day. Here is his 

Enter King Henry, and EXETER. 

Kin. How now ! what's the matter ? 

FLU. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, 
look your grace, has ftrook the glove which your ma- 
jefly is take out of the helmet of Alcmtm. 

WIL . My liege, that was my glove, here is ~\ the fel- 
low of it : and he, that I gave it to in change, promis'd 
to wear it in his cap ; I promis'd to ftrike him, if he 
did : I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I 
have been as good as my word. 

Fi u. Your majefty hear now, (faving your majefty's 
manhood) what an arrant, rafcally, beggarly, lousy, 
knave it is : I hope, your majefty is pear me teftimony, 
and witnefs, and avouchments, that this is the glove of 
4/enson, that your majefty is give me, in your confcience 
now. [the fellow of it : 

Kin. Give me thy glove, foldier ; Look, here is~[" 
'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'!! to ftrike; 

4 into * 8 and will avouch 

Henry V. 91 

And them haft given me moft bitter terms. 

FLU. An please your majefty, let his neck anfwer 
for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. 

Kin. How canlt thou make me fatiffaftion ? 

WIL. All offences, my liege, come from the heart: 
never came any from mine, that might offend your 

Kin. It was ourfelf thou didft abuse. 

WIL. Your majefty came not like yourfelf: you ap- 
pear' d to me but as a common man ; witnefs the night, 
your garments, your lowlinefs ; and what your high' 
nefs fuffer'd under that fhape, I befeech you, take it 
for your own fault, and not mine : for had you been 
as I took you for, I made no offence ; therefore, I be- 
feech your highnefs, pardon me. [crowns, 

Kin. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove ^ with 

And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow ; 

And wear it for an honour in thy cap, 

'Till I do challenge it Give him the crowns : 

And, captain, you muft needs be friends with him. 

FLU. By this day and this light, the fellow has met- 
tle enough in his pelly: Hold, there is twelve-pence 
for you ; and I pray you to ferve Got, and keep you 
out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and diflen- 
tions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you. 

WIL. I will none of your money. 

FLU. It is with a goot will ; I can tell you, it will 
ferve you to mend your fhoes : Come, wherefore mould 
you be fo pafhful ? your fhoes is notfo goot : 'tis a goot 
filling, I warrant you, or I will change it. 
Enter a Herald, and Others. 

Kin, Now, herald ; are the dead number'd ? 

9Z Henry V. 

Her. Here is the number of the flaughter'd French, 
[kneeling, and delivering Papers. 

Kin. What prisoners of good fort are taken, uncle ? 

EXE. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king ; 
"John duke of Bourbon, and lord Rouciqualt : 
Of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'fquires, 
Full fifteen hundred, befides common men. 

Kin. This note doth tell me of ten thousand French* 
That in the field lie flain: of princes, in this number, 
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead 
One hundred twenty fix : added to these, 
Of knights, efquires, and gallant gentlemen, 
Eight thousand and four hundred ; of the which, 
Five hundred were but yelterday dub'd knights : 
So that, in these ten thousand they have loll, 
There are but fixteen hundred mercenaries ; 
The reft are princes, barons, lords, knights, 'fquires, 
And gentlemen of blood and quality. 
The names of those their nobles that lie dead, 
Charles De-la-bret, high conftable of France ; 
Jaques of Cbatillion, admiral of France ; 
The mailer of the crofs-bows, lord Rambures; 
Great- mafter of France, the brave fir Guifchard Dolphin ; 
John duke of dlenson; Antony duke of Brabant, 
The brother to the duke of Burgundy ; 
And .EdWn/duke of Bar: of lufty earls, 
Grandpree, and Roujfi, Fauconberg, and Foix, 
Beautnont, and Marie, Vaudemont, and Lejirale. 

Here was a royal fellowfhip of death ! 

Where is the number of our Englijh dead ? 

\Herald jhe-ius him another Paper. 
E.kvard the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk* 

Henry V. 93 

Sir Richard Keffy, Davy Gam efquire, 

None elfe of name ; and, of all other men, 

But five and twenty O God, thy arm was here! 

And not to us, but to thy arm alone, 

Afcribe we all. When, without ftratagem, 

But in plain fhock and even play of battle, 

Was ever known fo great and little lofs, 

On one part and on the other? take it, God, 

For it is only thine. 

EXE . 'Tis wonderful ! 

Kin, Come, go we in proceflion to the village : 
And be it death proclaimed through our hoft, 
To boaft of this, or take that praise from God, 
Which is his only. 

FLU. Is it not lawful, an please your majefty, to tell 
how many is kill'd ? 

Kin. Yes, captain ; but with this acknowledgment, 
That God fought for us. 

FLU. Yes, my confcience, he did us great goot. 

Kin. Do we all holy rites ; 
Let there be fung, Non nobis, and Te deum. 
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay, 
We'll then to Calais; and to England then ; 
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happier men. 

[Flourijb. Exeunt, 


Enter Chorus. 

Vouchfafe to those that have not read the ftory, 
That I may prompt them : and for fuch as have, 

3* andofflich 

$+ Henry V, 

I humbly pray them to admit the excufe 

Of time, of numbers, and due courfe of things, 

Which cannot in their huge and proper life 

Pe here presented. Now we bear the king 

Toward Calait : grant him there; and there being feen, 

Heave him away upon your winged thoughts 

Athwart the fea : Behold, the Englijh beach 

Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys, 

Whose fhouts and claps out- voice the deep-mouth'dfea; 

Which, like a mighty whifler 'fore the king, 

Seems to prepare his way : fo let him land ; 

And, folemnly, fee him fet on to London. 

So fwift a pace hath thought, that even now 

You may imagine him upon Black-heath: 

Where that his lords desire him, to have born 

His bruised helmet, and his bended fword, 

Before him, through the city: he forbids it, 

Being free from vainr.efs and felf-glorious pride; 

Giving full trophy, fignal, and oftent, 

Quite from himfelf, to God. But now behold, 

Jn the quick forge and working-houfe of thought, 

How London doth pour out her citizens ! 

The mayor, and all his brethren, in beft fort, 

Like to the fenators of the antique Rome, 

With the plebeians fwarming at their heels, 

Go forth, and fetch their conquering Ctesar in: 

As, by a low but loving likelihood, 

Were now the general of our gracious emprefs 

(As, in good time, he may) horn Ireland coming, 

Bringing rebellion broached on his fword, 

How many would the peaceful city quit, 

To welcome him r much more, and much more cause. 

*7 lower,but by loving 

Henry V. 95, 

Did they this Harry. Now in London place him. 

And here the lamentation of the French 

Invites, the king of England's flay at home, 

The emperor's coming in behalf of France^ 

To order peace between them : 2Jut te0C noto 

SSHf pafa in Cilcnce oticr ; and omit 

All the occurrences whatever chanc'd, 

'Till Harry's back-return again to France ; 

There muft we bring him; and myfelf have play'd 

The interim, by rememb'ring you 'tis paft. 

Then brook abridgment ; and your eyes advance, 

After your thoughts, ftraight back again to France. 


SCENE I. France. A Court of Guard. 

Goif. Nay, that's right: But why wear you your leek 
to-day? faint Da-iy's day is paft, 

FLU. There is occasions and causes why and where*- 
fore in all things : I will tell you, as my friend, captain 
Cower; The rafcally, fcald, beggarly, lousy, pragging 
knave, Pi/lo!,-~ which you and yourfelf, and all the 'orld, 
know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of 
no merits, he is come to me, and prings me oread, 
and fait yefterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek : 
it was in a place where 1 could not breed no conten- 
tions with him ; but I will be fo pold as to wear it in 
my cap 'till I fee him once again, and then I will tell 
him a little piece of my desires. 

Enter PISTOL. [cock. 

Coif. Why, here he comes, fwelling like a turkey- 
fir. 'Tis no matter for his fwellings, nor his tur- 

* As yet the 


96 Henry V. 

key-cocks. Got plefs you, ancient Pijlol! you fcurvjr 

lousy knave, Got plefs you ! [j att * 

Pis. Ha! art thou Bedlam? doft thou thirft, bafe Tro- 
To have me fold up Parca's fatal web ? 
Hence! I am qualmifti at the fmell of leek. 

FLU. I pefeech you heartily, [taking the Leek from bis 
Cap.} fcurvy lousy knave, at my desires, and my requelts, 
and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek ; because, 
look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and 
your appetites, and yourdigeftions, does not agree with 
it, I would desire you to eat it. 

Pis. Not for CadiunllaJfr, and all his goats. 

FLU. There is one goat for you. [beating htm.} Will 
you be fo goot, fcald knave, as eat it ? 

Pis. Bafe Trojan, thou (halt die. 

FLU. You fay very true, fcald knave, when Got's 
will is : I will desire you to live in the mean time, and 
eat your victuals ; come, there is fauce for it. [beating 
him again.} You cail'd me yefterday, mountain 'fquire; 
but I will make you to-day a Tquire of low degree. I 
pray you, fall to ; [beating again.} if you can mock a leek, 
you can eat a leek. 

Goff. Enough, captain, you have aftonim'd him. 

FLV. I fay, t will make him eat fome part of my 
leek, or I will peat his pate four days : _ bite, I pray 
you ; [giving the Leek into bis Hand.} it is goot for your 
green wound, and your ploody coxcomb. 

Pis. Muft I bite ? 

FLU. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of 
queftion too, and ambiguities. 

Pis. By this leek, [eating of it.] I will molt horri- 
bly revenge. I eat, and eat, I {wear. 

Henry V. 97 

FL v. Eat, I pray you : Will you have fome more fauce 
to "your leek ? there is not enough leek to fwear by. 

Pis. Quiet thy cudgel; thou doft'fee, I eat. 

FL u. Much goot do you, fcald knave, heartily. Nay, 
pray you, throw none away : the flcin is goot for your 
proken coxcomb : When you take occasions to fee leeks 
hereafter, I pray you, mock at them ; that is all. 

Pis. Good. 

FL u. Ay, leeks is goot : Hold you, there is a groat 
to heal your pate. 

Pis. Me a groat ! 

Fr.u. Yes, verily, and in truth, you (hall take it; or I 
have another leek in my pocket, which you (hall eat. 

Pis. I take "|" thy groat, in earneft of revenge. 

FLU. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cud- 
gels ; you fhall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of 
me but cudgels. Got be wi' you, and keep you, and 
heal your pate. [Exit. 

Pis. All hell (hall ftir for this. 

Gotf. Go, go ; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave : 
Will you mock at an antient tradition, begun upon 
an honourable refpeft, and worn as a memorable trophy 
of predeceafed valour,-" and dare not avouch in your 
deeds any of your words ? I have feen you gleeking and 
galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, 
because he could not fpeak Eng lijb in the native garb, he 
could not therefore handle an Eng/ifi cudgel : you find it 
otherwise; and, henceforth, let a WeJJh correction teach 
you a good Englifb condition. Fare ye well. [Exit. 

Pis. Doth fortune play the huswy' with me no\v ? 
News have I, that my Nell is dead i'the'fpital 
Of malady of France ; 

3' mvDtll 


98 Henry V. 

And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. 

Old I do wax ; and from my weary limbs 

Honour is cudgel'd. Well, bawd will I turn, 

And fomething lean to cut-purfe of quick hand. 

To England will I fteal, and there I'll fteal : 

And patches will I get unto these fears ; 

And Iwear, I got them in the Gallia wars. [Exit. 

SCENE II. The fame. A Ream in fome Palace. 

Enter, at one Deer, King Henry, and Train of Nobles; 

EXETER, among ft them, and W E s T M o R L A N D : at another, 

rk French Ki ng,andbiiS>ueeu, the Lady CATHARINE, 

ALICE, and other Ladies, Lords, &c. Duke of 

BURGUNDY, and Train. 
Kitt. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met ! _ 

Unto our brother France, and to our filler, 

Health and fair time of day ; joy and .good wiihes 

To our moft fair and princely cousin Catharine ; 

And (as a branch and member of this royalty, 
By whom this great aflcmb'y is contriv'd) 

We do falute you, duke of Burgundy ; 

And princes French, and peers, health to you all ! 
Fr.K. Right joyous are we to behold your face, 
Moft worthy brother England; fairly met : _ 
So are you, princes Engtijh, every one. 

Fr.^ So happy be the iffue, brother England, 
Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting, 
As we are now glad to behold your eyes ; 
Your eyes, which hitherto have born in them, 
Againft the French, that met them in their bent> 
The fatal balls of murthering basilisks : 
The venom of fuch looks, we fairly hope, 

Henry V. 99 

Have loft their quality ; and that this day 
Shall change all giiefs, and quarrels, into lore. 

Kin. To cry amen to that, we thus appear. 

Fr.Q. You Englijh princes all, I do falute you. 

BUR. My duty to you both, on equal love, [our'd, 
Great kings of France and England! That I have lab- 
With all my wits, my pains, and ftrong endeavours, 
To bring your moft imperial majefties 
Unto this bar and royal interview, 
Your mightinefs on both parts btll can witnefs. 
Since then my office hath To far prevail'd, 
That, face to face, and royal eye to eye, 
You have congreeted ; let it not difgrace me, 
If I demand, before this royal view, 
What rub, or what impediment, there is, 
Why that the naked, poor, and mangl'd pecre, 
Dear nurfe of arts, plenties, and joyful births, 
Should not, in this befl garden of the world, 
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage ? 
Ala: ! fhe hath from France too long been chaf'd ; 
And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps, 
Corrupting in it's own fertility. 
Her vine, the merry chearer of the heart, 
Unpruned, dies : her hedges even-pleach'd, 
Like prisoners >vildly over-grown with hair,. 
Put forth disorder'd twigs : her fallow leas 
The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory, 
Doth root upon; while that the culter rafts. 
That fhculd deracinate fuch favag'ry : 
The even mead, that erft brought fweetly forth 
The freckl'd cowflip, burnet, and green clover, 
Wanting the fcythe, all uncorre&ed, rank, 

3* Sythe, -Jtithall 

G 4 

ioo Henry V. 

Conceives by idlenefs ; and nothing teems, 
But hateful docks, rough thiftles, keckfies, burs, 
Losing both beauty and utility. 
And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, 
Defective in their natures, grow to wildnefs ; 
Even fo our houses, and ourfelves, and children, 
Have loft, or do not learn, for want of time, 
The fciences that mould become our country ; 
But grow, like favages,~as foldiers will, 
That nothing do but meditate on blood, 
To fwearing, and ftern looks, diffus'd attire, 
And every thing that feems unnatural. 
Which to reduce into our former favour, 
You are afTembl'd : and my fpeech entreats, 
That I may know the let, why gentle peace 
Should not expel these inconveniencies, 
And blefs us with her former qualities. 

Kin. If, duke oi Burgundy, you would the peace, 
Whose want gives growth to the imperfections 
Which you have cited, you muft buy that peace 
With full accord to all our juft demands; 
Whose tenures and particular effects 
You have, enfchedul d briefly, in your~f~ hands. 

Bus. . The king hath heard them; to the which, as yet. 
There is no anfwer made. 

Kin. Well then, the peace, 
Which you before fo urg'd, lies in his anfwer. 

Fr.K. I have but with a curforary eye 
O'er-glanc'd the articles : pleaseth your grace 
To appoint fome of your council presently 
To fit with us once more, with better heed 
To re-furvey them, we will, fuddenly, 

.+ And all our 

Henry V. 101 

Pafs, or accept, and peremptory anfwer. 

Kin. Brother, we fhall. Go, uncle Exeter, 

And brother Clarence, and you, brother Glofter, _ 

Warwick, _ and Huntington, go with the king : 

And take with you free power, to ratify, 
Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms beft 
Shall fee advantageable for our dignity, 
Any thing in, or out of, our demands ; 

And we'll confign thereto Will you, fair filter, 

Go with the princes, or flay here with us ? 

Fr.Q^ Our gracious brother, I will go with them ; 
Haply, a woman's voice may do fome good, 
When articles, too nicely urg'd, be flood on. 

Kin. Yet leave our cousin Catharine here with us ; 
She is our capital demand, compris'd 
Within the fore-rank of our articles. 

/V.^She hath good leave. 

[Exeunt All but Hen. Cath. and her Gentlewoman. 

Kin. Fair Catharine^ and mofl fair! 
Will you vouchfafe to teach a foldier terms, 
Such as will enter at a lady's ear, 
And plead his love-fuit to her gentle heart? 

CAT. Your majefty fhall mock at me ; I cannot fpeak 
your England. 

Kin. O fair Catharine, if you will love me foundly 
with your French heart, 1 will be glad to hear you con- 
fefs it brokenly with your Englijh tongue. Do you like 
me, Kate ? 

CAT. Pardcnnez moi, I cannot tell vat is like me. 

Kin. An angel is like you, Kate ; and you are like 
an angel. 

CAT. Que dit-il? que je fuis femblable a les anges? 

1 Pafic our accept 

I or Henry V. 

All. Oui, -vrayment, (fauf<vt>ftre graft) ainji s . 

Kin. I {aid fo, dear Catharine ; and I mull not blufli 
to affirm it. 

CAT:. O ban Dieu ! les langues des bcmmes font pleines 
dcs tr&tnperies. 

Kin. What fays (he, fair one ? that the tongues of 
men are full of deceits ? 

ALL Oui ; cat de tongues of de mans is be full of 
deceits : dat is de princefs. 

Kin. The princefs is the better Engl'Jb-vfom^n. 

I'fakh, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy underftanding: I 
am glad, thou canft fpeak no better Englijh ; for, if thou 
could'ft, thou wculd'ft find me fuch a plain king, that 
thoa would'ft think, I had fold my farm to buy my 
crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, but diredly 
to fay I love you: then, if you urge me farther than 
to fay Do you, ia faith? I wear out my fuit. Give 
rae your anfwer ; i'faith, do ; and fo clap hands, and a 
bargain : How fay you, lady ? 

CAT. Sauf'vofire bonneur, me underftand veil. 

Kin. Marry, if you would put me to verfes> or to- 
dance for your fake, Kate, why, you undid me : for the 
Ofie, I have neither words nor measure ; and for the 
other, I have no ftrength in measure, yet a reasonable 
measure in ftrength. If I could win a lady at leap-frog, 
or by vaulting into my feddle with my armour on my 
back, under the correction of bragging be it fpoken, f 
mould quickly leap into a wife : Or, if I might buffet 
for my love, or bound my horfe for her favours, I could 
Jay on like a butcher, and fit like a jack-an-apes, never 
off: But, before God, Kate, [ cannot look greenly, nor 
gafp out my eloquence, nor I have no cunning in pro- 

Henry V. 103 

teftation ; only downright oaths, which I never use 'till 
urg'd, nor never break for urging. If thou canil love a 
fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth 
fun-burning, that never looks in his glafs for love of 
any thing he fees there, let thine eye be thy cook. I 
fpeak to thee plain foldier: If thou canft love me for 
this, take me : if not, to fay to thee that I (hall die, 
is true ; but for thy love, by the Lord, no ; yet I love 
thee too. And while thou liv'ft, dear Kate, take a fel- 
low of plain and uncoined conftancy ; for he perforce 
mult do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo 
in other places : for these fellows of infinite tongue, that 
can rhime themfelves into ladies' favours, they do al- 
ways reason themfelves out again. What ! a fpeaker is 
but a prater; a rhime is but a ballad. A good leg will 
fall ; a ftrait back will (loop ; a black beard will turn 
white ; a curl'd pate will grow bald ; a fair face wilt 
wither; a full eye will wax hollow : but a good heart, 
Kate, is the fun and the moon ; or (rather) the fun, and 
not the moon ; for it (nines bright, and never changes, 
but keeps his courfe truly. If thou would have fuch a 
one, take me: And take me; take a foldier, take a fol- 
dier ; take a king. And what fay 'ft thou then to my 
love ? fpeak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee. 

CAT. Is it poffible, dat I mould love de enemy of 
France ? 

Kin. No ; it is not poffible, you (hould love the ene- 
my of France, Kate: but, in loving me, you mould love 
the friend of France; for I love France fo well, that [ 
will not part with a village of it ; 1 will have it all 
mine : And, Kate, when France is mine, and I am yours, 
thine yours is France, and you are mine. 

io,f Henry V. 

CAT. I cannot tell vat is dat. 

Kin. No, Kate? I will tell thee inFiench; which, I 
am fure, will hang upon my tongue, like a new-marry'd 
wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be ftiook oft. 
Quand fay la pojjejjlou de France, et quand vous a<vez la 
pojjijfion de moi, let me fee, What then ? Saint Dennis be 
my fpeed ! done --voftre ejt France, et i-ous ejles mienne. 
It is as easy for me, Kate, to conquer the kingdom, as 
to fpeak fo much more French : I fhall never move thee 
in French, unlefs it be to laugh at me. 

CAT. Sauffjojire bonneur, le Francois que -vous parlez, 
ej} meilleur que I Anglois lequel je parle. 

Kin. No, 'faith, is't not, Kate: but thy fpeaking of 
my tongue, and I thine, mofl truly falfely, mull needs 
be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, dofl thou un- 
derftand thus much Englijh? canft thou love me? 

CAT, I cannot tell. 

Kin. Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate ? I'll 
aflc them. Come, I know, thou loveft me : and at night, 
when you come into your closet, you'll queftion this 
gentlewoman about me ; and I know, Kate, you will 
(to her) difpraise those parts in me, that you love 
with your heart: but, good Kate, mock me mercifully ; 
the rather, gentle princefs, because I love thee cruelly. 
If ever thou be'ft mine, Kate, (as I have a faving faith 
within me, tells me thou malt) I get thee with fcamb- 
ling, and thou muft therefore needs prove a good fol- 
dier-breeder : Shall not thou and I, between faint Dennis 
and faint George, compound a boy, half French, half Eng- 
lijh, that fhall go to Conjlantinople, and take the Turk 
by the beard : fhall we not ? what fay'ft thou, my fair 
flower-de-luce ? 

Henry V. , 105 

CAT. I do not know dat. 

Kin. No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to pro- 
mise : do but now promise, Kate, you will endeavour 
for your French part of fuch a boy ; and, for my Englijb 
moiety, take the word of a king and a batchelor. How 
anfwer you, la plus belle Catharine du monde, man ires chere 
et divine deejje? 

CAT. Your majefte 'ave faujfe French enough to de- 
ceive de moft-fage damoifelle dat is en France. 

Kin. Now, fie upon my falfe French ! By mine ho- 
nour, in true Englijb, I love thee, Kate : by which ho- 
nour I dare not fwear,. thou loveft me; yet my blood 
begins to flatter me that thou dolt, notwithflanding the 
poor and untemptingeffedtof my visage. Now befhrew 
my father's ambition ! he was thinking of civil wars, 
when he got me ; therefore was I created with a ftub- 
born outfide, with an afpecl of iron, that, when I come 
to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the 
elder I wax, the better I mall appear : my comfort is, 
that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no 
more jpoil upon my face : thou haft me, if thou haft 
me, at the worft ; and thou malt wear me, if thou wear 
me, better and better ; And therefore tell me, moft fair 
Catharine, will you have me ? Put off your maiden 
bluihes; avouch the thoughts of your heart with the 
looks of an emprefs ; take me by the hand, and fay 
Harry of England, I am thine : which word thou fhalt no 
fooner blefs mine ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud, 
England is thine, Ireland is thine, Fravfeis thine, and 
Henry Plantagemt is thine ; who, though I fpeak it be- 
fore his face, if he be not fellow with the beft king, 
thou (halt find the beft king of good-fellows. Come, 

** untemr^riru: 

io6 Henry V. 

your anfwer in broken musick ; for thy voice is musick, 
and thy Englijb broken : therefore, queen of all, Catha- 
rine, break thy mind to me in broken Englijb, Wilt thou 
have me ? 

CAT. Dat is as it (hall please de rot man pert. 

Kin. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it lhall 
please him, Kate. 

CAT. Den it (hall alfo content me. 

Kin. Upon that I kifs your hand ; and I call you 
my queen. 

CAT. Laiffcz, monfeigneur, laijfiz, laiflez: mafoi,je 
ne veux point que <VMU abbaij/iz <vo/fre grandeur, en baif- 
ant ia main (Tune vofire indigne ferviteure ; excufez mot, 
je 'vcus fupplie, man ires puijjfant jeigneur. 

Kin. Then I will kifs your lips, Kate. 

Cjf. Les damei, tt damoifelles, pour ejtre baifees devant 
/fur nonces, il rfeft pas la coutunte de France. 

Kin. Madam my interpreter, what fays fhe ? 

ALL Dat it is not be de famion pour de ladies of 
France, I cannot tell vat is, baifer, en Englijb. 

Kin. .To kifs. 

ALL Your majefty entendre better qui mot. 

Kin. It is not a fafhion for the maids in France to 
kifs before they are marry'd, would (he fay ? 

ALL Out, -vrayment. 

Kin. O, Kate, rice cuftoms curt'fy to great kings. 
Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confin'd within the 
weak lift of a country's famion : we are the makers of 
manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our places, 
ftops the mouth of all find-faults ; as I will do yours, 
for upholding the nice famion of your country, in de- 
nying me a kifs: therefore, patiently, and yielding. 

Henry V. 107 

\lkijjes ber.~\ You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate : 
there is more eloquence in a fugar touch of them, than 
in the tongues of the French council ; and they fhould 
fooner .perTuade Harry of England, than a general peti- 
tion of monarchs. Here comes your father. 

Re-enter the French King, and his $>ueen ', 
BURGUNDY, Lords, &c. 

BUR. God fave your majeity ! my royal cousin, 
Teach you our princefs Engfifb? 

Kin. I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how 
perfectly I love her ; and that is good Englijb. 

BUR . Is fhe not apt ? 

Kin. Our tongue is rough, coz'; and my condition 
is not fmooth : fo that, having neither the voice nor 
the heart of flattery about me, I cannot fo conjure up 
the fpirit of love in her, that he will appear in his true 

BUR. Pardon the franknefs of my mirth, if f arifwer 
you for that. If you would conjure in her, you muft 
make a circle: if conjure up love in her in his true 
likenefs, he muft appear naked, and blind: Can you 
blame her then, being a maid yet rosy'd over with the 
virgin crimson of modefty, if me deny the appearance 
of a naked blind boy in her naked feeing felf? It were, 
my lord, a hard condition for a maid to confign to. 

Kin. Yet they do wink, and yield ; as love is blirfd, 
and enforces. 

BUR. They are then excus'd, my lord, when they 
fee not what they do. 

Kin. Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to con- 
fent to winking. 

Bux, F will wink on her to confent, my lord, if you 

** res'd 

io8 Henry V. 

will teach her to know my meaning : for maids, well 
fummer'd and warm kept, are like flics z.iEartbokmeiu- 
tide, blind, though they have their eyes ; and then they 
will endure handling, which before would not abide 
looking on. 

Kin. This moral ties me over to time, and a hot 
fummer ; and fo I (hall catch the fly, your cousin, in 
the latter end, and fhe muft be blind too. 

BVR. As love is, my lord, before it loves. 

Kin. It is fo : and you may, fome of you, thank love 
for my blind nefs; who cannot fee many a fair French 
city, for one far French maid that (lands in my way. 

Fr. K. Yes, my lord, you fee them perfpeftively, the 
cities turn'd into a maid; for they are all girdl'd with 
maiden walls, that war hath not enter'd. 

Kin. Shall Kate be my wife ? 

Fr.K. So please you. 

Kin. I am content; fo the maiden cities, you talk 
of, may wait on her : fo the maid, that flood in the 
way for my wifti, (hall (hew me the way to my will. 

Fr.K. We have confented to all terms of reason. 

Kin. Is't fo, my lords of England? 

Wf.s. The king hath granted every article : 
His daughter, firlt; and then, in fequel, all, 
According to their firm proposed natures. 

EXE. Only, he hath not yet fubfcribed this : 
Where your majefty demands, that the king of France, 
having any occasion to write for matter of grant, (hall 
name your highnefs in this form, and with this addition, 
in French, Ae/?n? tres cher_filz Henry roi d* Angleterrt, he- 
ret ier de France ; and thus in Latin, PnedariJJimui filius 
noJJer Henricus, rex Anglice, et hares Franci<e. 

Henry V. 109 

Fr.K. Nor this I have not, brother, fo deny'd, 
But your requeft (hall make me let it pafs. 

Kin. I pray you then, in love and dear alliance, 
Let that one article rank with the reft : 
And, thereupon, give me your daughter. 

Fr. K. Take her, fair fon ; and from her blood raise up 
IfTue to me : that the contending kingdoms 
Of France and England, whose very mores look pale 
With envy of each other's happinefs, 
May ceafe their hatred ; and this dear conjunction. 
Plant neighbourhood and chriftian-like accord 
In their fweet bosoms, that never war advance 
His bleeding fword 'twixt England and fair France. 

all. Amen ! 

Kin. Now, welcome, Kate :_and bear me witnefs all. 
That here I kifs her as my fovereign queen. 

[Shouts, and Flourijb of Inftruments. 

Fr.^ God, the beft maker of all marriages, 
Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one ! 
As man and wife, being two, are one in love, 
So be there 'twixt your kingdoms fuch a fpousal, 
That never may ill office, or fell jealoufy, 
Which troubles oft the bed of blefTed marriage, 
Thruft in between the padtion of these kingdoms, 
To make divorce of their incorporate league ; 
But Efiglijb may as French, French Englifomen, 
Receive each other! God fpeak this amen ! 

all. Amen ! 

Kin. Prepare we for our marriage : on which day, 
My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath, 
And all the peers', for furety of our leagues. __ 
Then fhall I fwear to Kate, and you to me ; 

** Pation 

no Henry V. 

And may our oaths well kept and profp'rous be ! 

[Fleurijh. Exeunt. 

Enter Chorus. 

Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen, 

Our bending author hath purfu'd the ftory ; 
In little room confining mighty men, 

Mangling by ftarts the full courfe of their glory. 
Small time, but, in that fmall, moll greatly liv'd 

This ftar of England: fortune made his fword ; 
By which the world's bell garden he atchiev'd, 

And of it left his fon imperial lord. 
Henry the fixth, in infant bands crown'd king 

Of France and England, did this king fucceed; 
Whose ftate fo many had the managing, 

That they loft France, and made his England bleed : 
Which oft our ftage hath mown ; and, for their fake, 
In your fair minds let this acceptance take. [Exit. 


Part I. 

H 2 

Perfons represented. 

King Henry 

Duke of Bedford, Uncle to the King, and Regent ^"France. 

Duke cfGlofter, Uncle likewise to the King;, and Proteflor. 

Thomas Beaufort, Duke o/'Exeter, great Uncle to the King. 

Henry Beaufort, great Uncle likewise to the King, and 
Bijhop of Winchefter ; afterwards, Cardinal* 

Richard Plantagenet ; afterwards, Duke of York. 

JZar/ofSomerfet; afterwards, Duke. Earl of Salisbury. 

Earl of 'Warwick. Earl of "Suffolk. LcrdTalbot, and his Son. 
Edmund Mortimer, claiming to be Earl of March . 
Sir Tho. Gargrave. S/VWill. Glansdale. &>John Falftaff. 
Sir Will. Lucy. Mortimer'/ Keeper, and a Lawyer. 
Woodvile, Lieutenant of the Tower. -J he Mayor c/Xondon-. 
M^rVernon, aYorkift. Majter Baffet, a Lancaftrian. 
Warders of the Tcwer, two; Servants o/~Glofter, tivo; 
Ser-v. e/~Winchefter; Serv.o/T&lbot: MeJJengtrs, & Offi- 

cers, eight. 

Charles, Dauphin of France. Duke of Burgundy. 
Reignier, Duke of Anjou, titular King of Naples, &c. 
Duke ofAlenson. TheBaJiard of Orleans. 
a Gunner, and his Son ; a Serjeant, and two Soldiers ; 
a Porter ; General of the French Forces 'within Bourdeaux ; 
a Legate t Msffenger; Shepherd, Fat her to Pucelle. 

Margaret, Daughter to Reignier. Countefs o/"Auvergne. 
Joan of Ate ; caWd, of the French, La Pucelle. 

Fiends, appearing to Pucelle. Governor of Paris. Attendants? 
Officers, Soldiers, &c. French and Englifh. 

Sceue, Jifperf'd', /^England, and France. 

Tbcfirji Part of 
King H E N R Y tbefixtb. 


SCENE I. Weftminfter. The Prince's Chamber. 

Solemn Mustek The Corpfe of King Henry the fifth difcover* d* 

lying in great State :folemnly attended on by the Dukes of B E D - 

FORD, GLOSTER, EXETER ; Beaufort, BiJbopofWiticH-* 

ESTER j and divers ether Noblemen, Prelates, &c. 

BED. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to 


Comets, importing change of times and dates, 
Brandifh your cryital trelTes in the fky ; 
And with them fcourge the bad revolting flars,. 
That have confented unto Henry's death ! 
Henry the fifth, too famous to live long ! 
England ne'er loft a king of fo much worth. 

GLO. England ne'er had a king, until his time. 
Virtue he had, deserving to command : 
His brandifh'd fword did blind men with his beams ;. 
His arms fpread wider than a dragon's wings; 
His fparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire, 
More dazzl'd and drove back his enemies, 
Than mid-day fun, fierce bent againfl their faces. 
What Ihould I fay ? his deeds exceed all fpeech : 

1 King Heny 

4 Tbefrjl Part of 

He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquered. [blood ? 

EXE. We mourn in black, Why mourn we not in 
Henry is dead, and never fhall revive : 
Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; 
And death's di(honourable vi&ory 
We with our {lately presence glorify, 
Like captives bound to a triumphant car. 
What ? (hall we curfe the planets of mif-hap, 
That plotted thus our glories' overthrow ? 
Or mall we think the fubtle-witted French 
Conjurers and forcerers, that, afraid of him, 
By magick verfes have contriv'd his end ? 

Win. He was a king bleft of the King of kings. 
Unto the French the dreadful judgment-day 
So dreadful will not be, as was his fight. 
The battles of the Lord of holts he fought : 
The church's prayers made him fo profperous. [pray'd, 

GLO. The church ! where is it ? Had not church-men 
His thread of life had not fo foon decay'd : 
None do you like but an effeminate prince, 
Whom like a fchool-boy you may over-awe. 

Win. Glcfier, whate'er we like, thou art protestor; 
And lookeft to command the prince, and realm. 
Thy wife is proud ; (he holdeth thee in awe, 
More than God, or religious church-men, may. 

GLO. Name not religion, for thou lov'ft the flefti ; 
And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'ft, 
Except it be to pray againft thy foes. peace ! 

BE D. Ceafe, ceafe these jars, and reft your minds in 

Let's to the altar: Heralds, wait on us : 

Inftead of gold, we'll offer up our arms ; 
Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead. _ 

King Henry VI. 5 

Pofterity, await for wretched years, 
When at their mother's moift eyes babes (hall fuck ; 
Our isle be made a marifh of fait tears, 
And none but women left to wail the dead. _ 
Henry the fifth, thy ghoft [ invocate; 
Profper this realm, keep it from civil broils! 
Combat with adverfe planets in the heavens ! 
A far more glorious ftar thy foul will make, 
Than "Julius C&sar, or bright -- 
Enter a Meflenger. 

Mef. My honourable lords, health to you all ! 
Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, 
Of lofs, of flaughter, and difcomfhure : 
Gmiemu, Champaigne, Rheims, Kaan, Orleans, 
Paris, Gifors, Poitiers, are all quite loft. [corfe ? 

ED. What fay'ft thou, man, before dead Hearfs 
Speak foftly; or the lofc of those great towns 
Will make him burft his lead, and rise from death. 

GLO. Is Paris loft ? is Roan yielded up ? 
If Henry were recall'd to life again, 
These news would cause him once more yield the ghoft. 

EXE. How were they loft ? what treachery was us'd ? 

Mef. No treachery ; but want of men, and money. 
Amongft the foldiers this is muttered, 
That here you maintain feveral faftions ; 
And, whilft a field mould be difpatch'd and fought, 
You are difputing of your generals. 
One would have ling'ring wars, with little coft; 
Another would fly fwift, but wanteth wings ; 
A third man thinks, without expence at all, 
By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd. 
Awake, awake, Englijb nobility ; 


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Let not floth dim your honours, new-begot : 
Cropt are the flower-de-luces in your arms ; 
Of England's coat one half is cut away. 

EXE. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, 
These tidings would call forth their flowing tides. 

BED. Me they concern, regent I am of France: 
Give me my Heeled coat, I'll fight for France. 
Away with these difgraceful wailing robes ! 
Wounds will I lend the French, inftead of eyes, 
To weep their intermiflive "miseries. 

Enter another Meflenger. [chance. 

z.M. Lords, view these ^ letters, full of bad mif- 
France is revolted from the Englijb quite ; 
Except fome petty towns, of no import : 
The dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rkeimsy 
The baftard of Orleans with him is join'd ; 
Reignier, duke ofdnjou, takes his part; 
The duke of Alenscn flyeth to his fide. 

EXE. The dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! 
O, whither mail we fly from this reproach ? 

GLO. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats :_ 
Bedford, if thou be flack, I'll fight it out. 

BED. Glo/ter, why doubt'fl thou of my forwardnefs ? 
An army have I mufter'd in my thoughts, 
Wherewith already France is over-run. 
Enter a third Meflenger. 

1 . M. My gracious lords, to add to your laments, 
Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearfe, 
I muft inform you of a dismal fight, 
Betwixt the ftout lord Talbot and the French. 
WIN. What, wherein Talbot overcame ? is't fo ? 

3. M. O, no; wherein lord Talbot was o'er- thrown : 

S her flowing * 7 doth take 

King Henry VI. 

The circumftance I'll tell you more at large. 

The tenth of Auguft laft, this dreadful lord, 

Retiring from the fiege of Orleans, 

Having fcarce full fix thousand in his troop, 

By three and twenty thousand of the French 

Was round encompafled and fet upon : 

No leisure had he to enrank his men ; 

He wanted pikes to fet before his archers ; 

Inftead whereof, ftiarp flakes, pluck'd out of hedges. 

They pitched in the ground confusedly, 

To keep the horfemen off from breaking in. 

More than three hours the fight continued ; 

Where valiant Talbot, above human thought, 

Enacted wonders with his fword and lance : 

Hundreds he lent to hell, and none durft ftand him; 

Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he flew: 

The French exclaim'd, The devil was in arms; 

All the whole army flood agaz'd on him : 

His foldiers, fpying his undaunted fpirit, 

A Talbot, a Talbot ! cried out amain, 

And rufh'd into the bowels of the battle. 

Here had the conqueft fully been feal'd up, 

If fir John Falflaff had not play'd the coward : 

He being in the rere ward plac'd behind, 

With purpose to relieve and follow them, 

Cowardly fled, not having ftruck one ftroke. 

Hence grew the general wreck and maflacre ; 

Enclosed were they with their enemies : 

A bafe Walloon, to win the dauphin's grace, 

Thruft Talbot with a fpear into the back ; 

Whom all France, with their chief aflembl'd ftrength, 

Durfl not presume to look once in the face. 

* full fcarce *+ Vauward 

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BED. Is Tattot flain then ? I will flay myfelf, 
For living idly here, in pomp and ease, 
Whilft fuch a worthy leader, wanting aid, 
Unto his daftard foeman is betray'd. 

3. M. O, no, he lives ; but is took prisoner, 
And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford: 
Moft of the reft flaughter'd, or took, likewise. 

BED. His ranfom there is none but I fhall pay: 
I'll hale the dauphin headlong from his throne, 
His crown (hall be the ranfom of my friend ; 
Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours. 
Farewel, my matters, to my tafk will I ; 
Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, 
To keep our great faint George's feaft withal : 
Ten thousand foldiers with me I will take, 
Whose bloody deeds fhall make all Europe quake. 

3. M. So you had need; for Orleans is befieg'd ; 
The Englijb army is grown weak and faint : 
The earl of Salisbury craveth fupply ; 
And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, 
Since they, fo few, watch fuch a multitude. 

EXE. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry fworn ; 
Either to quell the dauphin utterly, 
Or bring him in obedience to your yoke. 

BED. I do remember it; and here take leave, 
To go about my preparation. [Exit. 

GLO. I'll to the tower with all the hafte I can, 
To view the artillery and munition ; 
And then I will proclaim young Henry king. [Exit. 

EXE. To Eltam will I, where the young king is, 
Being ordain'd his fpecial governor ; 
And for his fafety there I'll beft devise, [Exit* 

King Henry VI. 9 

WIN. Each hath his place and function to attend : 
1 am left out ; for me nothing remains. 
But long I will not be JacA-out-of-ofRcc ; 
The king from Eltam I intend to fend, 
And fit at chiefeft ftern of publick weal. 

[Exit. Scene closes. 

SCENEll. France. The EnghftiPoJis before Orleans. 

Drums. Enter the Dauphin, CHARLES, and bis Forces; 


CHA. Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens, 
So in the earth, to this day is not known : 
Late did he mine upon the Englijh fide ; 
Now we are viftors, upon us he fmiles. 
What towns of any moment, but we have? 
At pleasure here we lye, near Orleans ; 
The whiles the famifli'd Englijh, like pale ghofts, 
Faintly befiege us one hour in a month. [beeves : 

ALE. They want their porridge, and their fat bull- 
Either they muft be dieted like mules, 
And have their provender ty'd to their mouths ; 
Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. 

REJ. Let's raise the fiege; Why fit we idly here? 
Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear : 
Remaineth none, but mad-brain'd Salisbury; 
And he may well in fretting fpend his gall, 
Nor men, nor money, hath he to make war. 

CHA. Sound, found alarum ; we will rum on them. 

[ Charge founded. 

Now for the honour of the forlorn Trench : _ 
Him I forgive my death, that killeth me, 
When he fees me go back one foot, or fly. [Exeunt. 

*? OtherwLiles 

10 Ybrfrji Part of 

Alarums ; Skirtnijbings ; afterwards, a Retreat .* 
Re-enter CHARLES, and the rejh 

CHA. Who ever faw the like ? what men have I r __ 

Dogs ! coward? ! dalrards \ would ne'er have fled, 

But that they left me 'midil my enemies. 

RE i. Salisbury is a defperate homicide ; 
He fighteth as one weary of his life. 
The other lords, like lions wanting food, 
Do rofh upon us as their hungry prey. 

ALE* Frcifard, a countryman of ours, records, 
England all Olivers and Ro-ivlands bred. 
During the time Edward the third did reign : 
More truly now may this be verify'd; 
For none but Sampfons, and Goliaffes, 
It fendeth forth to fkirmiftt. One to ten ! 
Lean raw-bon'd rafcals ! who would e'er fuppose, 
They had fuch courage and audacity ? ("flaves, 

CHA. Let's leave this town ; for they are hair-brain'd. 
And hunger will enforce them be more eager : 
Of old I know them; rather with their teeth 
The walls they'll tear down, than forfake the fiege. 

RE i. I think, by fome odd gimmals or device, 
Their arms are fet, like clocks, ftill to ftrike on j 
Elfe ne'er could they hold out fo as they do. 
By my confent, we'll e'en let them alone. 

jtiE. Be it fo. 

Enter the Baftard of Orleans. [him. 

Baf. Where's the prince dauphin r I have news for 

CHA. Baftard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. 

Baf. Methinks, your looks are fad, your cheer ap- 
Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence? [pall'd; 
Be not difmay'd, for fuccour is at hand : 

11 breed *9 them to be 

King Henry VL 1 1 

A holy maid hither with me I bring, 

Which, by a vision fent to her from heaven. 

Ordained is to raise this tedious fiege, 

And drive the Englijb forth the bounds of France : 

The fpiritof deep prophefy (he hath, 

Exceeding the nine fibyls of old Rome; 

What's paft, and what's to come, {he can defcry. 

Speak, mall I call her in? Believe my words, 

For they are certain and unfallible. [flcill, 

i CHA. Go, call her in : [Exit Baf. ] But, firft, to try her 

Retgnicr, ftand thou as dauphin in my place : 

jQueftion her proudly, let thy looks be ftern ; 

3y this means mail we found what {kill me hath. 

Enter La Pucelle, itjher'd. 

/?/. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wond'rous 
feats ? 

Puc . Rfignter, is't thou that thinkeft to beguileme ?_ 
Where is the dauphin r _ come, come from behind ; 

know thee well, though never feen before. 
3e not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me : 
jn private will I talk with thee apart; 
;>tand back, you lords, and give us leave a while. 

\Jrivi*g them back. 

REI. She takes upon her bravely at firft dam. 

Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a mepherd's daughter, 
Vly wit untrain'd in any kind of art. 
ieaven, and our lady gracious, hath it pleas'd 
To mine on my contemptible eftate : 
'.o, whilft I waited on my tender lambs, 
\nd to fun's parching heat difplay'd my cheeks, 
'od's mother deigned to appear to me ; 

I* Ybtfrft Part of 

And. in a vision full of majefty, 
Will'd me to leave my bafe vocation, 
And free my country from calamity : 
Her aid {he promis'd, and affur'd fuccefs : 
Jn compleat glory me reveal'd herfelf ; 
And, whereas I was black and fwart before, 
With those clear rays which fhe infus'd on me. 
That beauty am I bleft with, which you fee. 
Aflc me what queflion thou canft poflible, 
And I will anfwer unpremeditated : 
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'ft* 
And thou (halt find that I exceed my fex. 
Resolve on this, Thou (halt be fortunate, 
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate. 

CHA. Thou haft aftonim'd me with thy high terms : 
Only this proof I'll of thy valour make, 
In fingle combat thou (halt buckle with me ; 
And, if thou vanquimeft, thy words are true ; 
Otherwise, I renounce all confidence. 

Puc . I am prepar'd : here is my keen-edg'd fword, 

\dra*wing it* 

Deck'd with fine flower-de-luces on each fide ; 
The which atTouraitie, in faint Catharine's church-yard, 
Out of a great deal of old iron 1 chose. 

CHA. Then come o'God's name, for I fear no wo- 
man. \addreffing him to the Combat, 

Puc. And, while I live, I'll never fly no man. 

[engaging him. 

CHA. Stay, ftay thy hands ; thou art an Amazon* 
And fighteft with the fword of Debora. 

Puc. Chrifts mother helps me, elfe I were too weak* 

CHA. Whoe'er helps thee.'tis thou that muft help me : 

** ihofe forth. 

King Henry VI. 1 3 

Impatiently I burn with thy desire ; 

My heart and hands thou haft at once fubdu'd. 

Excellent Pucelk, if thy name be fo, 

Let me thy fervant, and not fovcreign, be ; 

'Tis the French dauphin fueth to thee thus. 

Puc. I muft not yield to any rites of love, 
For my profefiion's facred from above : 
When I have chafed all thy foes from hence, 
Then will I think upon a recompcnce. 

CHA. Meantime, look gracious on thy proftrate thrall. 

REI. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. 

AL E . Doubtleis, he ftirives this woman to her imock ; 
Elfe ne'er could he fo long protraft his fpeech. 

REI. Shall we difturb him, fince he keeps no mean ? 

ALE . He may mean more than we poor men do know : 
These women are fhrewd tempters with their tongues. 

RE i. My lord, \to the Dauphin, ad--vancingJ\ where are 

you ? what devise you on ? 
Shall we give o'er ifyie Orleans, or no ? 

Puc. Why, no, I fay : diftruftful recreants, 
Fight 'till the laft gafp ; I will be your guard. 

CHA. What (he fays, I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out. 

Puc. Ailign'd am I to be the Englijh fcourge. 
This night the fiege afluredly I'll raise : 
Expeft faint Martin's fummer, Halcyon days, 
Since I have enter'd thus into these wars. 
Glory is like a circle in the water ; 
Which never ceafeth to enlarge itfelf, 
'Till, by broad fpreading, it difperfe to nought : 
With Henry's death, the 'Englijh circle ends ; 
Difperfed are the glories it included. 
Now am I like that proud infuhing (hip, 

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Which Ctfsar and his fortune bare at once. 

CHA. Was Mahomet infpired with a dove ? 
Thou with an eagle art infpired then. 
Helen, the mother of great Conftantine, 
Nor yet faint Philip's daughters, were like thee. 
Bright ftar of Venus, fall'n down on the earth, 
How may I ever worihip thee enough ? . 

ALK. Leave oft" delays, and let us raise the ftege. 

RE i. Woman, do what thou canft to fave our honours ; 
Drive them from hence, and be immortaliz'd. [it : _ 

CHA. Presently we'll try :_ Come, let's away about 
No prophet will I truft, if fhe prove falfe. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. London. Hill before the Tower. 
Warders within, attending : Enter, to the Gates, the 

Duke O/~GLOSTER, and Servingmen in blue. 
GLO . I am come to furvey the tower this day ; 

Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. 

Where be these warders, that they wait not here ? 

[Servants knock at the Gates. 
Open the gates ; 'tis Glocejter, that calls. 

i.W. Who's there, that knocketh fo imperioufly ? 
l.S. It is the noble duke of Glocefter. 
2. W. Whoe'er he be, he may not be let in. 
l.S. Villains, anfvver you fo the lord prote&or ? 
i. IV. The Lord protect him ! fo we anfwer him : 
We do no otherwise than we are will'd. 

GLO. Who willed you? or whose will ftands, but 

mine ? 

There's none prote&or of the realm, but I 
Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize : 
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghil grooms ? 

' I reverently wor- IC from Orleance, " knocks *+ be, you may 

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Servants rujh at the Gates. Enter, to the Gates, 
within, WOODVILE, the Lieutenant. 

Woo. What noise is this? what traitors have we here ? 

GLO. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear? 
Open the gates ; here's Glofter, that would enter. 

Woo. Have patience, noble duke; I may not open, 
The cardinal of Winchefter forbids : 
From him I have exprefs command ement, 
That thou nor none of thine fhall be let in. 

GLO. Faint-hearted Wood<vile, prizelt him 'fore me? 
Arrogant Winchefter? that haughty prelate, 
Whom Henry, our late fovereign, ne'er could brook ? 
Thou art no friend to God, or to the king : 
Open the gates, or I'll (hut thee out fhortly. 

Ser. Open the gates unto the lord prote&or ; 
We'll burft them open, if you come not quickly. 

Servants rujh at the Gates again. 

Enter Beaufort, Bi/hcp of WINCHESTER; and Train of 
Servants, in taiuny. 

WIN. How now, ambitious Humphry? what means 
this ? 

GLO . Piel'd prieft, doft thou command me be fhut out ? 

Witi. I do, thou moft usurping proditor, 
And not prote&or of the king or realm. 

GLO. Stand back, thou manifeft confpirator; 
Thou that contriv'dft to murder our dead lord; 
Thou that giv'ft whores indulgences to fin : 
I'll canvas thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, 
If thou proceed in this thy infolence. 

WIN. Nay, ftand thou back, I will not budge a foot ; 
This be Damafcus, be thou curfed Cain, 
To flay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. 

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GLO. I will not flay thee, but I'll drive thee back : 
Thy fcarlet robes as a child's bearing- cloth 
I'll use, to carry thee out of this place. 

Wiv. Do what thou dar'ft ; I beard thee to thy face. 

GLO. What, am I dar'd, and bearded to my face ?_ 
Draw, men, for all this priviledged place ; 

Blue- coats to tawny-coats. Prieft, beware thy beard ; 

[Glofter, and bis Men, attack the others* 
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you foundly : 
Under my feet I'll ftamp thy cardinal's hat; 
In fpite of pope, or dignities of church, 
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. 

Win. Glcfler, thou'lt anfwer this before the pope. 

Gio. Winchefter goofe, I cry A rope ! a rope !_ 
Now beat them hence, Why do you let them flay ?_ 
Thee I'll chafe hence, thou wolf in fheep's array. _ 
Out, tawny-coats ! _ out, fcarlet hypocrite ! 
A great Tumult : Enter the Mayor 
of London, and Officers. 

May. Fie, lords ! that you, being fupream magiftrates, 
Thus contumelioufly fhould break the peace ! 

GLO. Peace, mayor; for thou know'ft little of my 

wrongs : 

Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, 
Hath here diftrain'd the tower to his ufe. 

Win. Here's Glofter too, a foe to citizens ; 
One that ftill motions war, and never peace, 
O'er-charging your free purfes with large fines ; 
That feeks to overthrow religion, 
Because he is protedlor of the realm ; 
And would have armour here out of the tower, 
To crown himfclf king, and fupprefs the prince. 

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GLO. I will not anfwer thee-with words, but blows. 
[Tumult begins again. 

May. Nought refts for me, in this tumultuous flrife, 
But to make open proclamation : 
Come, officer ; as loud as e'er thou canft. 

Off. All manner of men, ajjcmbl^d here in arms this day y 
againft God's peace and the king's, ive charge and com* 
mand you, in his highnefs 1 name, to repair to your feiie- 
ral dwelling-places ; and not to nvear, handle, or use, 
anyfword, weapon, or dagger, henceforward, upon pain 
of death. 

GLO. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law: 
But we fhall meet, and break our minds at large. 

WIN. Glojier, we'll meet; to thy dear coft, be fure : 
Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. 

May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away :__ 
This cardinal is more haughty than the devil. 

GLO. Mayor, farewel : thou doft but what thou may'fl. 
WIN. Abominable Glojier! guard thy head j 
For I intend to have it, ere't be long. 

[Exeunt either Party, federally. 

May. See the coaft clear'd, and then we will depart.. 
Good God! that nobles mould fuch flomacks bear ! 
I myfelf fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. France. Under Orleans. 
Enter, upon the Walls, abo=ve, a Gunner, 

and his Son. 

Gun. Sirrah, thou know'it how Orleans is befieg'd ; 
And how the Englijh have the fuburbs won. 

Son. Father, I know ; and oft have fhot at them, 
Howe'er, unfortunate, I miff'd my aim. 

3 thcfe Cobles 

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l8 Tbt firjl Part of 

Gun. But now thou fhalt not. Be thou rul'd by me : 
Chief mafter-gunner am I of this town; 
Something I muft do, to procure me grace. 
The prince's 'fpials have informed me, 
How the Engl/b, in the fuburbs clofe entrench'd, 
Went, through a fecret grate of iron bars 
In yonder tower, to over- peer the city; 
And thence difcover, how, with moil advantage. 
They may vex us, with (hot, or with afTaulc. 
To intercept this inconvenience, 
A piece of ord'nance 'gainit it 1 have plac'd ; 
And fully even these three days have I watch'd, 
If I could fee them : Now, boy, do thou watch ; 
For I can flay no longer. 
If thou fpy'it any, run and bring me word ; 
And thou malt find me at the governor's. 

[Exit, from above* 

Son. Father, I warrant you ; take you no care; 
I'll never trouble you, if I may 'fpy them. 

Enter the Lords SALISBURY <;?</ TAL HOT, 

Sir Thomas GARGRAVE, Sir William GLANSDALE, 

and Others. 

SJL. Fattof, my life, my joy, again return'd ! 
How wert thou handl'd, being prisoner ? 
Or by what means got'ft thou to be releas'd ? 
Difcourfe, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top. 

TAL. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, 
Called the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles ; 
For him was I exchang'd and ranfomed. 
But with a bafer man of arms by far, 
Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me : 
Which I, difdaining, fcorn'd ; and craved death, 

*7 The Earle of 

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Rather than T would be fo pill'd efteem'd. 

In fine, redeem'd 1 was as 1 desir'd. 

But, o, the treacherous Talflaff wounds my heart! 

Whom with my bare fiits I would execute, 

If I now had him brought into my power. 

SAL. Yet tell'ft thou not, how thou wert entertam'd. 

TJL. With feoffs, and fcorns, and contumelious 
In open market-place produc'd they me, [taunts. 

To be a publick fpe&aele to all ; 
Here, faid they, is the terror of the French, 
The fcare-fcrow that affrights our children fo: 
Then broke I from the officers that led me ; 
And with my nails dig'd ftones out of the ground, 
To hurl at the beholders of my fhame. 
My grizly countenance made others fly; 
None durft come near, for fear of fudden death. 
In iron walls they deem'd me not fecure ; 
So great fear of my name 'mongft them was fpread,. 
That they fuppos'd,. I could rend bars of fleel, 
And fpurn in pieces polls of adamant : 
Wherefore a guard of chosen mot I had, 
That walk'd about me every minute while ; 
And if I did but ftir out of my bed, 
Ready they were to fhoot me to the heart. 

SJL. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd; 
But we will be reveng'd fufh'ciently. 
Now it is fupper-time in Orleans : 
Here, through this grate, I can count every one, 
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify ; 
Let us look in, the fight will much delight thee. _ 
Sir Thomas Gar grave, and fir William Giant dale, 
Let me have your exprefs opinions,. 

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Where is bed place to make our battery next. 

GAR. I think, at the north gate ; for there ftand lords. 

GLA. And I "|~ here, at the bulwark of the bridge. 

TAL. For ought I fee, this city muft be famifh'd; 
Or with light fkirmifhes enfeebled. 

[Shot from the Tenvn. SAL. and Sir Tho. GAR. fall. 

SAL. O Lord have mercy on us, wretched finners ! 

GAR . O Lord have mercy on me, woful man ! 

TAL. What chance is this, that fuddenly hath croft 
Speak, Salisbury ; at leaft, if thou canfl fpeak ; [us ?_ 
How far'il thou, mirror of all martial men ? 
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's fide ftruck off!-. 
Accurfed tower! accurfed fatal hand, 
That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy ! 
In thirteen battles Saliibury o'er- came; 
Henry the fifth he firft train'd to the wars : 
Whilft any trump did found, or drum ftruck up, 

His fword did ne'er leave ftriking in the field 

Yet liv'ft thou, Salisbury? though thy fpeech doth fail, 
One eye thou haft to look to heaven for grace : 
The fun with one eye vieweth all the world. _ 
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive, 

Jf Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands 

Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it.-. 
Sir Thomas Gargra've, haft thou any life ? 

Speak unto Talbof, nay, look up to him 

Salisbury, chear thy fpirit with this comfort ; 
Thou (halt not die, whiles 
He beckons with his hand, and fmiles on me ; 
As who mould fay, When I am dead and gone, 
Remember to avenge me on the French. _ 
Planlagenct, I will; and Ner&- like, 

J* like will, 

King Henry VI. 21 

Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn : 
Wretched fhall France be only in my name. 

\Thunder heard; afterwards, an Alarum, 
What ftir is this ? What tumult's in the heavens ? 
Whence cometh this alarum, and this noise ? 

Enter a. Meffenger, haftily. [head : 

Me/. My lord, my lord, the French have gather' d 
The dauphin, with onejfoan la Pucelle join'd,- 
A holy prophetefs, new risen up, 
Is come with a great power to raise the fiege. 

[Salisbury groans. 

TAL. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan; 
It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd. _ 
Frenchmen* I'll be a Salisbury to you: _ 
Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dog-fi(h, 
Your hearts I'll ilamp out with my horfe's heels, 
And make a quagmire of your mingl'd brains.. 
Convey me Salisbury into his tent, 
And then we'll try what daftard Frenchmen dare. 

[Exeunt, bearing out the Bodies* 

SCENE V. r he fame. Before one of the Gates. 

Alarums. Skirmijbings. EnterTALXOT. 
AL . Where is my ftrength, my valour, and my force? 
Our Englijh troops retire, I cannot ftay them ; 
A woman, clad in armour, chafeth them. 

Enter La PUCELLE. 
Here, here fhe comes : I'll have a bout with thee ; 

\thraviing himfelf in her Way. 
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee : 
Blood will I draw of thee, thou art a witch, 
And ftraightway give thy foul to him thou ferv'ft. 

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22. fbejirjl Part of 

Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that muft difgrace 
thee. [they fight '. 

TAL. Heavens, can you fuffer hell fo to prevail ? 
My breaft I'll burft with ftraining of my courage, 
And from my moulders crack my arms afunder, 
But I will chaftise this high-minded ftrumpet. 

[Jight again, 

Puc. Talbot, farewel ; thy hour is not yet come : 

[quitting him, to bead fame Troops. 
I muft go victual Orleans forthwith. 
O'er-take me, if thou canft ; I fcorn thy ftrength. 
Go, go, chear up thy hunger- ftarved men ; 
Help Salisbury to make his teftament : 
This day is ours, as many more ftiall be. 

[Exit, with Troops, to the Town. 

TAL. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; 
I know not where I am, nor what I do : 
A witch, by fear, not force, \\keHannibal, 
Drives back our troops, and conquers as fhe lifts : 
So bees with fmoke, and doves with noifome ftench, 
Are from their hives, and homes, driven away. 
They call'd us, for our fiercenefs, Englijh dogs ; 
Now, like the whelps, we crying run away. 

[a jbort Skirmijh. 

Hark, countrymen ! either renew the fight, 
Or tear the lions out of England's coat; 
Renounce your foil, give fheep in lions' ftead : 
Sheep run not half fo timorous from the wolf, 
Or horfe, or oxen, from the leopard, 
As you fly from your oft-fubdued flaves.__ 

[another Skirmijh. 
It will not be : Retire into your trenches : 

11 hungry-ftarved a8 treacherous 

King Henry VI. 23 

You all confented unto Salisbury's death, 

[Retreat founded. 
For none would ftrike a ftroke in his revenge. _ 
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans, 
In fpite of us, or ought that we could do. 
O, would I were to die with Salisbury ! 
The mame hereof will make me hide my head. 

[Exeunt, TALBOT, and Forces of both Sides. 

SCENE VI. 7 be fame. 
Enter, upon the Walls, PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, 

A L E N s o N , and Soldiers. 

Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls ; 
lefcu'd is Orleans from the EngHJh wolves: 
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath performM her word. 

CHA. Divineft creature, bright AJir<ecC* daughter, 
low fhall I honour thee for this fuccefs ? 
Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, 
That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next. 
r rance, triumph in thy glorious prophetefs \ 
Recover'd is the town of Orleans : 
jMore blefied hap did ne'er befal our ftate. 

RE i. Why ring not out the bells throughout the 

town ? 

Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, 
| And feaft and banquet in the open ftreets, 
To celebrate t;he joy that God hath given us. 

ALE. All France will be replete with mirth and joy, 
When they fhall hear how we have play'd the men. 

CHA. 'Tisjoan, not we, by whom the day is, won; 
For which, I will divide my crown with her : 
And all the priefts and friars in my realm 

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Shall, in procefflon, fing her endlefs praise. 

A ftatelier pyramis to her I'll rear, 

Than Rhodopis, or Memphis', ever was : 

In memory of her, when (he is dead, 

Her afhes, in an urn more precious 

Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius 

Tranfported, mall be at high feftivals 

Before the kings and queens of France up/bom, 

No longer on faint Dennis will we cry, 

ButJW/ la Pucelle mall be France's faint. 

Come in ; and let us banquet royally, 

After this golden day of victory. \Flourijh. Exeunt. 

SCENE I. The fame. 
Enter a French Serjeant, and Sentinels, 
to the Gate. 

Ser. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant : 
If any noise, or foldier, you perceive, 
Near to the walls, by fome apparent fign 
Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. 

i. S. Serjeant, you ftiall [Exit Ser.] Thus are poor 


(When others fleep upon their quiet beds) 
Conftrain'd to watch in darknefs, rain, and cold. 

Enter the Dukes of BEDFORD, and BURGUNDY, 
/f Zon/TALBOT, and Forces, ataDiftance, ivitbfcaling 

Ladders ; their Drums beating a dead March. 
TAL . Lord regent, _ and redoubted Burgundy, 
By whose approach, the regions of Artoit, 

King Henry VI. 35 

Walloon, and PicarJy, are friends to as, __ 

This happy night the Frenchmen are fecure, 

Having all day carous'd and banqueted: 

Embrace we then this opportunity ; 

As fitting befl to quittance their deceit, 

Contriv'd by art, and baleful forcery. [fame, 

BED . Coward of France ! _ how much he wrongs his 
Defpairing of his own arm's fortitude, 
To join with witches, and the help of hell. 

BUR. Traitors have never other company. 
But what's that Pucelle, whom they term fo pure? 

TJL. A maid, they fay. 

BED. A maid ! and be fo martial ! 

BUR. Pray God, fhe prove not mafculine ere long; 
If underneath the ftandard of the Preach 
She carry armour, as (he hath begun. 

TjtL . Well, let them pradlife and con verfe with fpirits : 
God is our fortrefs ; in whose conquering name, 
Let us resolve to fcale their flinty bulwarks. 

BED. Afcend, brave Talbot ; we will follow thee. 

TAL. Not altogether : better far, I guefs, 
That we do make our entrance feveral ways; 
That, if it chance the one of us do fail, 
The other yet may rise agninfl their force. 

BED. Agreed; I'll to yon' corner. 

BUR. And I to this. 

TAL . And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave. 
Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right 
Of Englijh Hsnry, fhall this night appear 
HOW much in duty I am bound to both. 

\they dijperfe, and fcale the Walls, crying, Saint 
Geprge ! a Talbot ! &c. ana all enter the City. 

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Sen. Arm, arm ! the enemy doth make affault! 

The French leap o'er the Walls in their Shirts. 

Enter y confusedly, and unready, the Baftard of Orleans, 

ALE N SON, REIGN i E R , and Others. 

ALE. How now, my lords? what, all unready fo? 

Baf. Unready r ay, and glad we 'fcap'd fo well. 

REI. 'T\vas time, I trow, to wake, and leave our beds 
Hearing alarums at our chamber doors. 

ALE. Of all exploits, fince firil I follow'd arms, 
Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize 
More venturous, or defperate, than this. 

Baf. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. 

REI. If not of hell, the heavens, fure, favour him. 

ALE. Here cometh Charles; \ marvel, how he fped 

Baf. Tut! \\o\yjoan was his defenfive guard. 

CHA. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame ? 
Didlt thou at firft, to flatter us withal, 
Make us partakers of a little gain, 
That now our lofs might be ten times fo much ? 

Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend 
At all times will you have my power alike ? 
Sleeping, or waking muft I itill prevail, 

Or will you blame and lay the fault on me? 

Improvident foldiers ! had your watch been good, 
This fudden rr.ifchief never could have fall'n. 

CHA. Duke of Alenscn, this was your default ; 
That, being captain of the watch to-night, 
Did look no better to that weighty charge. 

ALE. Had all your quarters been as fafely kept, 
As that whereof I had the government, 
We had not been thus ftumefully furpriz'd.. 

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Baf. Mine was fecure. 

REI. And fo was mine, my lord. 

CHA. And, for myfelf, moil part of all this night, 
Within her quarter, and mine own precindl, 
I was employ'd in paffing to and fro, 
About relieving of the fentinels : 
Then how, or which way, (hould they firft break in? 

Puc. Queftion, my lords, no further of the cafe, 
How, or which way; 'tis fure, they found feme place 
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made : 
And now there refts no other ftiift but this, 
To gather our foldiers, fcatter'd and difperf 'd, 
And lay new plat -forms to endammage them. 
Alarums. Enter an En glim Soldier ; 
frying, y^Talbot ! a Talbot ! they fly, 
leaving their Cloaths behind. 

Sol. I'll be fo bold to take what they have left. 
The cry of Talbot ferves me for a fword ; 
For I have loaden me with many fpoils, 
Using no other weapon but his name. [Exit, 

SCENE II. The fame. Within the Town. 

a Captain, and Othen. 

BED. The day begins to break, and night is fled, 
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. 
Here found retreat, and ceafe our hot purfuit. 

[Retreat founded. 

TJL. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury; 
And here advance it in the market-place, 

The middle centre of this curfed town 

Now have I pay'd my vow unto his foul ; 

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For every drop of blood was drawn from him, 

There hath at leaft five Frenchmen dy'd to night. 

And, that hereafter ages may behold 

What ruin happen'd in revenge of him, 

Within their chiefeft temple I'll ereft 

A tomb, wherein his corps (hall be interred : 

Upon the which, that every one may read, 

Shall be engrav'd the fack of Orleans; 

The treacherous manner of his mournful death, 

And what a terror he had been to France. 

But, lords, in all our bloody maflacre, 

1 muse, we met not with the dauphin's grace; 

His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc ; 

Nor any of his falfe confederates. 

BED. 'Tis thought, lord Ta/^/, when the fight began, 
Rouz'd on the fudden from their drowzy beds, 
They did, amongft the troops of armed men, 
Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field. 

.BuR. Myfelf (as far as I could well discern, 
For fmoke, and dufey vapours of the night) 
Am fure, 1 fcar'd the dauphin, and his trull ; 
When arm in arm they both came fwiftly running, 
Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves, 
That could not live afunder day or night. 
After that things are fet in order here, 
We'll follow them with all the power we have. 
Enter a Meffenger. 

Mef. All hail, my lords ! which of this princely train 
Call ye the warlike Talbct, for his acts 
So much applauded through the realm of France? 

TJL . Here is the T'albot ; Who would fpeak with him ? 

Me/. The virtuous lady, countefs of duvergne, 

J of Acre 

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With modefty admiring thy renown, 

By me entreats, great lord, thou would'ft vouchfaTc 

To visit her poor caftle where (he lies ; 

That (he may boaft, fhe hath beheld the man 

Whose glory fills the world with loud report. 

Bun. Is it even fo ? Nay, then, I fee, our wars 
Will turn unto a peaceful comic fport, 
When ladies crave to be encounter 'd with. 
You may not, lord, defpise her gentle fuit. 

TJL. Ne'er truft me then ; for, when a world of men 
Could not prevail with all their oratory, 
Yet hath a woman's kindnefs over-rul'd : 
And therefore tell her, I return great thanks ; 
And in fubmiffion will attend on her. [Exit Met. 

Will not your honours bear me company ? 

BED. No, truly; that is more than manners will : 
And I have heard it faid, Unbidden guefts 
Are often welcomeft when they are gone. 

TJL. Well then, alone, fince there's no remedy, 
I mean to prove this lady's courtefy ! [mind. 

Come, hither, captain ; \jwhifpers him.~\ You perceive my 

Cap. I do, my lord ; and mean accordingly. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Auvergne. Court of the Co/lie. 
Enter the Counte/s of Auvergne, her Porter, 

and Others. 

Cou. Porter, remember what I gave in charge ; 
And, when you have done fo, bring the keys to me. 
Par. Madam, I will. [Exit. 

Cou. The plot is lay'd : if all things fall out right, 
I (hall as famous be by this exploit, 
As Scythian Tomjris by Cjrus* death. 

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Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, 
And his atchievements of no lefs account : 
Fain would mine eyes be witnefs with mine ears, 
To give their cenfure of these rare reports. 
Enter Meflenger, and TA L B o T . 

Me/. Madam, according as your ladyfhip 
By meffage crav'd, fo is lord Talbot come. 

Cou. And he is welcome : What ! is this the man ? 

Mef. Madam, it is. 

Cou. Is this the fcourge of France ? 
Is this the Talbot, fo much fear'd abroad 
That with his name the mothers ftill their babes ? 
I fee, report is fabulous and falfe : 
I thought, \ mould have feen fome Hercules, 
A fecond Heflor, for his grim afpeft, 
And large proportion of his ftrong-knit limbs. 
Alas! this is a child, a filly dwarf: 
It cannot be, this weak and wrizl'd (hrimp 
Should ftrike fuch terror to his enemies. 

TAL. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you: 
But, fince your ladyfliip is not at leisure, 
I'll fort fome other time to visit you. [g'"g- 

Cou. What means he now r_Go afk him, whither 
he goes. 

Mef- Stay, my lord Talbot ; for my lady craves 
To know the cause of your abrupt departure. 

T'JL. Marry, for that flic's in a wrong belief, 
I go to certify her, Talbot's here. 

Re-enter Porter, 'with Keys. 

Cou. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. 

TAL. Prisoner! to whom ? 

Cou. To me, blood-thirfty lord ; 

Lady/hip defir'd, >8 writhled 

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And for that cause f train'd thee to my houfe, 
Long time thy fhadow hath been thrall to me, 
For in my gallery thy picture hangs : 
But now the fubftance fhall endure the like; 
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, 
That haft by tyranny, these many years, 
Wafted our country, flain our citizens, 
And fent our fons and husbands captivate. 

TAL. Ha, ha, ha! [moan. 

Cou. Laugheft thou, wretch ? thy mirth fhall turn to 
TAL. I laugh to fee your ladyfhip fo fond, 
To think that you have ought but Talbot\ fhadow, 
Whereon to pradtife your feverity. 
Cou. Why, art not thou the man ? 
TAI. I am, indeed. 
Cou. Then have I fubftance too. 
TAL. No, no, I am but fhadow of myfelf : 
You are deceiv'd, my fubftance is not here ; 
For what you fee, is but the fmalleft part 
And leaft proportion of humanity : 
I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, 
It is of fuch a fpacious lofty pitch, 
Your roof were not fufiicient to contain't. 

Cou. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce ; 
He will be here, and yet he is not here : 
How can these contrarieties agree ? 
TAL. That will I fhew you presently. 

Winds a Horn. Drums heard; then, 
a Peal of Ordinance : The Gates are forced; ami 

Enter certain of his Troops. 
How fay you, madam ? are you now perfuaded, 
That faj&ot is but fhadow of himfelf ? 


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These are his fubftance, finews, arms, and flrengtb, 
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks ; 
Razeth your cities, and fubverts your towns, 
And in a moment makes them defolate. 

Cou. Victorious Talbot> pardon my abufe : 
I find, thou art no lefs than fame hath bruited, 
And more than may be gather'd by thy fhape. 
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath ; 
For I am forry, that with reverence 
I did not entertain thee as thou art. 

fat. Be not difmay'd, fair lady; nor mifconftrue 
The mind offattot, as you did miftake 
The outward composition of his body. 
What you have done, hath not offended me : 
Nor other fatiffa&ion do I crave, 
But only (with your patience) that we may 
Tafte of your wine, and fee what cates you have ; 
For foldiers' ftomacks always ferve them well. 

Cou. With all my heart ; and think me honoured, 
To feaft fo great a warrior in my houfe. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. London. The Temple Gar Jen. 

Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and 


another Lawyer. 

PLA. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means this 
Dare no man anfwer in a cafe of truth ? [filencef 

SUF. Within the temple hall we were too loud ; 
The garden here is more convenient. 

PL A. Then fay at once, If I maintain'd the truth f 
Or, elfe, was wrangling Somerfet i'the right ? 
SUF . 'Faith, 1 have been a truant in the law j, 

** in th'erro* ? 

tang Henry VI. 33 

And never yet could frame my will to it ; 

And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. [us. 

SOM. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then between 

WAR, Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch, 
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, 
Between two blades, which bears the better temper, 
Between two horfes, which doth bear him bell, 
Between two girls, which hath the merrieft eye, 
I have, perhaps, fome mallow fpirit of judgment : 
But in these nice (harp quillets of the law, 
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. 

PLA, Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance : 
The truth appears fo naked on my fide, 
That any purblind eye may find it out. 

SOM. And on my fide it is fo well apparel'd, 
So clear, fo mining, and fo evident, 
That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. 

PLA, Since you are tongue- ty'd, and fo loth to fpeak} 
In dumb fignificants proclaim your thoughts : 
Let him that is a true-born gentleman, 
And ftands upon the honour of his birth, 
If he fuppose that I have pleaded truth, 
From off this briar pluck a white rose with ~j~ me. 

SOM, Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, 
But dare maintain the party of the truth, 
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with "f me. 

WAR. I love no colours; and, without all colour 
Of bafe infmuating flattery, 
I pluck this white ~f~ rose with Planlagenet. 

SUF. I pluck this red ~|~ rose, with young Somtrfet ; 
And fay withal, I think he held the right. 
PER, Stay, lords, and gentlemen; and pluck no more, 

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'Till you conclude that he, upon whose fide 
The feweft roses are crept from the tree, 
bhall yield the other in the right opinion. 

SOM. Good mafter Vernon, it is well objected; 
If I have feweft, I fubfcribe in filence. 
PLA. And I. 

PER. Then, for the truth and plainnefs of the cafe, 
I pluck this pale and maiden bloflbm "|~ here, 
Giving my verdift on the white rose fide. 

SOM. Prick not your finger, as you pluck it off; 
Left, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, 
And fall on my fide fo againft your will. 

FER. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, 
Opinion fhall be furgeon to my hurt, 
And keep me on the fide where ftill I am. 
SOM. Well, well, come on ; Who elle ? 
Law. Unlefa my ftudy and my books be falfe, 
The argument you held [to Som.] was wrong in you; 
Jn fign whereof, I pluck a white "f rose too. 
PLA. Now, Somerfet, where is your argument ? 
SOM. Here, in my fcabbard ; meditating that, 
Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red. [ses; 

. PL A. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit our ro- 
For pale they look with fear, as witneffing 
The truth on our fide. 

SOM. No, Plantagenet, 

'Tis not for fear ; but anger that thy cheeks 
Blum for pure mame, to counterfeit our roses ; 
And yet thy tongue will not confefs thy error. 
PL A. Hath not thy rose a canker, Scmerfet? 
SOM. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet? 
PLA. Ay, (harp and piercing, to maintain his truth; 

King Henry VI. 35 

Whiles th'y confuming canker eats his falfhood. 

SOM. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses, 
That (hall maintain what I have faid is true, 
Where falfe Plantagenet dare not be feen. 

PL A. Now, by this maiden bloflbm in my hand, 
1 fcorn thee and thy faftion, peevifh boy. 

SVF . Turn not thy fcorn s this way, Plantagenet. 

PLA. Proud Poole, I will ; and fcorn both him and thee. 

SVF. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. 

SOM. Away, away, good William De- la Poole! 
We grace the yeoman, by converfmg with him. \_fet \ 

WAR. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'ft him, Somer- 
His grandfather was Lionel duke of Clarence, 
Third fon to the third Ediard king of England \ 
Spring creitlefs yeomen from fo deep a root ? 

PLA. He bears him on the place's priviledge, 
Or durft not, for his craven heart, fay thus. 

SOM. By him that made me, I'll maintain my words 
On any plot of'ground in chriftendom : 
Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, 
For treason executed in our late king's days r 
And, by his treason, ftand'ft not thou attainted,. 
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry r 
His trefpafs yet lives guilty in thy blood ; 
And, 'till thou be reftor'd, thou art a yeoman. 

PLA. My father was attached, not attainted ; 
Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor ; 
And that I'll prove on better men than Somer l 'lt > 
Were growing time once ripen'd to my will. 
For your partaker Peak, and you yourfelf, 
I'll note you in my book of memory, 
To Icourge you for this apprehenfion : 

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Look to it well ; and fay, you are well warn'd. 

SOM. Ay, thou (halt' find us ready for thee itill : 
And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ; 
For these my friends, in fpite of thee, lhall wear. 

PLA. And, by my foul, this pale and angry rose, 
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, 
Will I for ever, and my faction, wear ; 
Until it wither with me to my grave, 
Or flourilh to the height of my degree. 

SUF . Go,forward, And be choak'd with thy ambition! 
And fo farewel, until I meet thee next. 

SOM. Have with thee, Poole: Farewel, ambitious 
Richard. [ Exeunt SUF. and SOM. 

Pi A. How I am brav'd, and muft perforce endure it ! 

WAR. This blot, that they objeft againft your houfe, 
Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, 
Call'd for the truce of Winchejler and Glofter : 
And, if thou be not then created York, 
I will not live to be accounted Warwick. 
Mean time, in fignal of my love to thee, 
Againft proud Somerfet, and William Poole, 
Will I upon thy party wear this rose : 
And here I prophefy, This brawl to-day, 
Grown to this faction in the temple garden, 
Shall fend, between the red rose and the white, 
A thousand fouls to death and deadly night. 

PLA. Good mafter Verncn, I am bound to you, 
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. 

PRR. In your behalf ftill will I wear the fame, 

Law. And fo will I. 

PLA. Thanks, gentle fir. 
Come, let us four to dinner : I dare fay, 

King Henry VI. 37 

This quarrel will drink blood another day. [Exeunt. 

SCENEV. The fame. A Room in the Tower. 

Enter Edmund MORTIMER, fupported: 

by t-ivo of hit Keepers, 

MOR. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, 
Let dying Mortimer here reft himfelf. _ 

[/eating him in a Chair. 
Even like a man new haled from the rack, 
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment : 
And these grey locks, the purfuivants of death, 
Ne/?cr-\ike aged, in an age of care, 
Argue the end of Edmund 'Mortimer. 
These eyes like lamps, whose wafting oil is ipent~- 
Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent : 
Weak moulders, over-born with burth'ning grief; 
And pithlefs arms, like to a wither'd vine 
That drops his faplefs branches to the ground : 
Yet are these feet whose ftrengthlefs flay is numb* 
Unable to fupport this lump of clay, 
Swift-winged with desire to get a grave, 
As witting I no other comfort have. _^ 
But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come ? 

I . K. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come : 
We fent unto the temple, to his chamber ; 
And anfwer was return'd that he will come. 

MOR. Enough; my foul mall then be fatiffy'd. 
Poor gentleman ! his wrong doth equal mine. 
Since Henry Monmcuth firft began to reign, 
(Before whose glory I was great in arms) 
This loathfome fequeftration have I had ; 
And even fince then hath Richard been obfcur'd, 

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Depiiv'd of honour and inheritance : 

But now, the arbitrator of defpairs, 

Juft death, kind umpire of men's miseries, 

With fwcet enlargement doth difmifs me hence; 

I would, his troubles likewise were expir'd, 

That fo he might recover what was loft. 

Enter Richard PLATAGENET. 
i. K. My lord, your loving nephew now is come. 
MOR. Richard P/anfagenet, my friend, is he come ? 
PL A. Ay", noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, 
Your nephew, late-defpised Richard, comes. 

Afo.R. Direft mine arms, I may embrace his neck, 
And in his bosom fpend my latter gafp : 
O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, 
That I may kindly give one fainting kifs._ 
And now declare, fweet ftem from York's great (lock, 
Why didft thou fay of late thou wert defpis'd ? 

PLA. Firft, lean thine aged back againft mine arm 
And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my dif-ease. 
This day, in argument upon a cafe, 
Some words their grew 'twixt Somerj'et and me : 
Among which terms, he us'd his lavifti tongue, 
And did upbraid me with my father's death ; 
Which obloquy fet bars before my tongue, 
Elfe with the like I had requited him : 
Therefore, good uncle, for my father's fake, 
In honour of a true Plantagenet, 
And for alliance fake, declare the cause, 
My father, earl of Cambridge, loft his head. 

MOR. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me, 
And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth', 
Within a loathfome dungeon, there to pine, 

King Henry VI. 39 

Was curfed inflrument of his deceafe. 

PLA. Difcover more at large what cause that was ; 
For T am ignorant, and cannot guefs. 

MOK. I will; if that my fading breath permit, 
And death approach not ere my tale be done. 
Htmy the fourth, grandfather to this king, 
Depos'd his cousin Richard; Ea'ivard's fon, 
The firft- begotten and the lawful heir 
Of Edward king, the third of that defcent : 
During whose reign, the Perries of the north, 
Finding his usurpation moft unjuft, 
Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne : 
The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, 
Was ~ for that (young king Richard thus remov'd, 
Leaving no heir begotten of his body) 
I was the next by birth and parentage ; 
For by my mother I derived am 
From Lionel dake of C/arance, the third fon 
To king Edward the third ; whereas he, "BcIingbro&C, 
From 'John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree, 
Being but the fourth of that heroick line : 
But mark ; as, in this haughty great attempt, 
They laboured to plant the rightful heir, 
I loft my liberty, and they their lives. 
Long after this, when Henry the fifth, 
Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign, 
Thy father, earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd 
From famous Edmund Langley, duke of Ycrk t ~~ 
Marrying my fitter, that thy mother was, 
Again, in pity of my hard diftrefs, 
Levy'd an army; weening to redeem, 
And have inftal'd me in the diadem : 

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But, as the reft, fo fell that noble earl, 
And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, 
In whom the title refted, were fuppreff'd. 

PL A. Of which, my lord, your honour is the laft. 

MOR. True ; and thou fee'it, that I no ifiue have ; 
And that my fainting words do warrant death : 
Thou art my heir ; the reft, I wifh thee gather : 
But yet be wary in thy ftudious care. 

PLA. Thy grave admonifhments prevail with me; 
But yet, methinks, my father's execution 
Was nothing lefs than bloody tyranny. 

MOR. With filence, nephew, be thou politick; 
Strong-fixed is the houfe of Lane afte r, 
And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd. 
But now thy uncle is removing hence; 
As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd 
With long continuance in a fettl'd place. 

PLA. O, uncle, 'would fome part of my young years 
Might but redeem the paflage of your age ! [doth, 

MOR. Thou doft then wrong me; as the flaughterer 
Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. 
Mourn not, except thou forrow for my good; 
Only, give order for my funeral ; 
And fo farewel ; And fair befal thy hopes ! 
And profperous be thy life, in peace, and war ! 

[Mortimer finki in his Chair, and expiret. 

PLA. And peace, no war, befal thy parting foul ! 
In prifon haft thou fpent a pilgrimage, 
And like a hermit over-paff'd thy days._ 
Well, I will lock his counfel in my breaft; 

And what I do imagine, let that reft. 

Keepers, convey him hence ; and I myfelf 

** be all 

King Henry VI. 41 

Will fee his burial better than his life 

[Exeunt Keepers, bearing out Mortimer. 
Here dies the dufky torch of Mortimer, 
Choak'd with ambition of the meaner fort : 
And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, 
Which Somerfet hath offer'd to my houfe,~* 
I doubt not, but with honour to redrefs. 
And therefore hafte I to the parliament ; 
Either to be reftored to my blood, 
Or make my ill the advantage of my good. [Exit. 


5 C E NE I. Tie fame. The Parliament-houfe. 

King Henry is dij cover'*} upon his Throne, furrounded 

by his Nobility ; among whom are, the Dukes o/~Gl/OSTER, 

and EXE T E R ; the Earls o/~ So M E R s E T , Suffolk, and 

WARWICK; and Bijbop ^WINCHESTER: Richard 

PLAKTAGEKET, and many Others, attending: GLOSTER 

comes from bis Seat, and offers to put up a Bill : 

Win. Com'ft thou with deep-premeditated lines, 

[Jnatches the Bill, and tears it. 
With written pamphlets ftudioufly devis'd, 
Humphry of Glofter ? if thou canft accuse, 
Or ought intend'ft to lay unto my charge, 
Do it without invention fuddenly ; 
As I with fudden and extemporal fpeech 
Purpose to anfwer what thou canft objeft. 

GLQ. Presumptuous prieft ! this place commands my 

Or thou Jhould'ft find thou hall difhonour'd me. 

wy will 

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Think not, although in writing I prefer'd 
1 he manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, 
That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able 
Verbatim to rehearfe the method of my pen : 
No, prelate ; fuch is thy audacious wickednefs > 
Thy lewd, peiliferous, and diflencious pranks, 
As very infants prattle of thy pride. 
Thou art a moft pernicious usurer ; 
Froward by nature, enemy to peace ; 
lafcivious, wanton, more than well befeems 
A man of thy profeflion, and degree ; 
And for thy treachery, What's more manifefl ? 
1 n that thou lay'dlt a trap to take my life, 
As well at London- bridge, as at the tower? 
Befjde, I fear me, if thy thoughts were fifted, 
The king, thy fovereign, is not quite exempt 
Prom envious malice of thy fwelling heart. 

WIN. Glojler, I do defy thee. _ Lords, vouchfafe 
To give me hearing what I (hall reply. 
]f 1 were covetous, perverfe, ambitious, 
As he will have me, How am I fo poor ? 
Or how haps it, I feek not to advance 
Or raise myfelf, but keep my wonted calling? 
And for diirention, Who preferreth peace 
More than I do,~ except I be provok'd ? 
No, my good lords, it is not that offends ; 
It is not that, that hath incenf'd the duke: 
It is, because no one mould fway but he; 
No one, but he, mould be about the king ; 
And that engenders thunder in his breaft, 
And makes him roar these accusations forth. 
But he mall know, I am as good 

* ambitious, or perverfe, 

King Henry VI. 43 

Gio. As good? 
Thou baftard of my grandfather ! 

WIN. Ay, lordly fir; For what are you, I pray, 
But one imperious in another's throne ? 

GLO. 8nU am I not protelor, faucy prieft ? 

WIN. And am not I a prelate of the church ? 

GLO. Yes, as an out-law in a caflle keeps, 
And useth it to patronage his theft. 

WIN. Unreverent Glojler ! 

GLO. Thou art reverent 
Touching thy fpiritual function, not thy life. 

WIN. Rome (hall remedy this. 

GLO. Roam thither then. 

>om My lord, [to Glo.] it were your duty to forbear. 

WAR. Ay, fee the bifhop be not over- born. 

feoiru Methinks, my lord mould be religious, 
And know the office that belongs to fuch. 

WAR. Methinks, his lordfhip mould be humbler; 
It fitteth not a prelate fo to plead. 

SOM. Yes, when his holy ftate is touch'd fo near. 

WAR. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that? 
Is not his grace proteftor to the king r 

PLA. " Plantagenet, I fee, muft hold his tongue;" 
" Left it be faid, Speak, Jirrah, when you Jhouti ;" 
" Mujl your bold <verdifi enter talk nvith lords ?" 
" Elfe would I have a fling at Winchejler" 

Kin. Uncles of Glojfer, and of Wincbrfter, 

\coming from bis 

The fpecial watchmen of our Englijh weal ; 
I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, 
To join your hearts in love and amity. 
O, what a fcandal is it to our crown, 

3 fPtrvj, Roame '* Sen, I, fee. 

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That two fuch noble peers as ye fhould jar ! 
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, 
Civil diflention is avip'rous worm, 
That gnaws the bowels of the common -wealth. __ 

f Noise 'within ; Down with the tawny-coats ! &c. 
What tumult's this? 

WAR. An uproar, I dare warrant, 
Begun through malice of the bifhop's men. 

Noise again ; Stones ! ftones ! Enter the Mayor of 
London, attended. 

May. O, my good lords, _ and virtuous Henry, _ 
Pity the city of London, pity us ! 
The bilhop and the duke ofGIo/ier's men, 
Forbidden late to carry any weapon, 
Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-ftones ; 
And, themfelves banding in contrary parts, 
Do pelt fo fait at one another's pate, 
That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: 
Our windows are broke down in every ftreet, 
And we, for fear, compell'd to fhut our fhops. 

Enter, Jkirmijhing, certain Retainers and Servants 
o^Glofter and the Bijbop, <witb bloody Pates. 

Kin. We charge you, on allegiance to ourfelf, 
To hold your fiaught'ring hands, and keep the peace : _ 
Pray, uncle Glofier, mitigate this ftrife. 

1 . S. Nay, if we be 

Forbidden ftones, we'll fall to't with our teeth. 

2. 5. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. 

[Jkirmijh again. 

GLO. You of my houfhold, leave this peevifh broil, 
And fet this unaccuftom'd fight afide. 

3. S. My lord, we know your grace to be a man 

* banding themfelvw 

King Henry VI. 45 

Juft and upright ; and, for your royal birth, 

Inferior to none, but to his majefly : 

And, ere that we will fuffer fuch a prince, 

So kind a father of the common-weal, 

To be difgraced by an ink-horn mate, 

We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, 

And have our bodies flaughter'd by thy foes. 

i . S. Ay, and the very parings of our nails 
Shall pitch a field when we are dead. \btgin again. 

GLO. Stay, flay, I fay ! 
And, if you love me, as you fay you do, 
Let me perfuade you to forbear a while. 

Kin. O, how this difcord doth afflict my (bul ! 
Can you, my lord of Wincbejler, behold 
My fighs and tears, and will not once relent : 
Who fhould be pitiful, if you be not ? 
Or who mould ftudy to prefer a peace, 
If holy churchmen take delight in broils ? 

WAR. My lord protedlor, yield ;_yield, Wincbrjier\-. 
Except you mean, with obftinate repulfe, 
To flay your fovereign, and deftroy the realm : 
You fee what mifchief, and what murther too, 
Hath been enacted through your enmity; 
Then be at peace, except ye thirft for blood. 

Win. He mall fubmit, or I will never yield. 

GLO. Compaflion on the king commands me ftoop; 
Or, I would fee his heart out, ere the prieft 
Should ever get that priviledge of me. 

WAR. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke 
Hath banim'd moody difcontented fury, 
As by his fmoothed brows it doth appear : 
Why look you. Hill fo ftern, and tragical? 

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Gio. Here, Wincheftcr, I offer thee my hand. 

Kin. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach, 
That malice was a great and grievous fin : 
And will not you maintain the thing you teach, 
But prove a chief offender in the fame ? 

WAR. Sweet king !_ the bifhop hath a kindly gird 

For frame, my lord of Wincbefter ! relent ; 
What, (hall a child inftrucl: you what to do? 

Wiv. Well, duke of G/o/ier, I will yield to thee; 
Love for thy love, and hand for hand [ give. 

[joining Hands iiaith him. 

Gio. Ay; but, I fear me, with a hollow heart 

See here, my friends, and loving countrymen; 
This token ferveth for a flag of truce, 
Betwixt ourfelves, and all our followers : 
So help me God, as I diflemble not ! 

WIN. " So help me God, as I intend it not." 

Kin. O loving uncle ! kind, ftino duke ofGlo/ler! 
How joyful am I made by this contract 
Away, my mailers ! trouble us no more ; 
But join in friendship, as your lords have done. 

i. S. Content ; I'll to the furgeon's. 

2.S. And fo will F. 

3. S. And I will fee what physick 
The tavern affords. [Exeunt Servants, Mayor, &c. 

WAR . Accept this ^ fcrowl, moft gracious fovereign ; 
Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet 
We do exhibit to your majefty. [prince, 

GLO. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick ; _ for, fweet 
An if your grace mark every circumftance, 
You have great reason to do Richard right : 

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Efpecially, for those occasions 

At Eleham-place I told your majefty. 

Kin. And those occasions, uncle, were offeree: _ 
Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, 
That Richard be reftored to his blood. 

WAR. Let Richard be reftored to his blood ; 
So mall his father's wrongs be recompenc'd. 
Wis. As will the reft, fo willeth Wincbefter. 
Kin. If Richard vj\\\ be true, not that aione, 
But all the whole inheritance I give, 
That doth belong unto the houfe of York, 
From whence you fpring by lineal defcent. 

PL A. Thy humble fervant vows obedience, 
And humble fervice, 'till the point of death. 

Kin. Stoop then, and fet your knee againft: my foot ; 
[Plantagenet kneels to the King. 
And, in reguerdon of that duty done, 
J girt~[~thee with the valiant fword of York: 
Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet ; 
And rise created princely duke of York. 

PL A. And fo thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall! 
And as my duty fprings, [rising.'] fo perifh they 
That grudge one thought againft your majefty ! 

Lor. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of 


SOM. " Perim, bafe prince, ignoble duke of Y^rk !^ 
GLO. Now will it beft avail your majefty, 
To crofs the feas, and to be crown'd in France : 
The presence of a king engenders love 
Amongft his fubjefts, and his loyal friends ; 
As it difanimates his enemies. 

Kin. When Glofter fays the word, king Henry goes : 


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For friendly counfel cuts off many foes. 

GLO. Your mips already are in readinefs. 

[ Exeunt All but Exeter. 

EXE. Ay, we may march in England, or in France, 
Not feeing what is likely to' enfue : 
This late diflention, grown betwixt the peers, 
Burns under feigned afhcrs of forg'd love, 
And will at lall break out into a flame; 
As fefter'd members rot but by degree, 
'Till bones, and flefti, and finews fall away, 
So will this bafe and envious difcord breed. 
And now I fear that fatal prophefy, 
Which, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth, 
Was in the mouth of every fucking babe, 
That Henry, born at Monmouth, mould win all ; 
And Henry, born at Windsor, (hould lose all : 
Which is fo plain, that Exeter doth wifh, 
His days may finim ere that haplefs time. [Exit. 

SCENE II. France. Before Roan. 
Eater P u c E L L E , and Soldiers, Jifguisd like 

Countrymen, nvitb Sacks uf>M their Backs. 
Pvc. These are the city-gates, the gates of Roatr, " 

Through which our policy mult make a breach : 

Take heed, be wary how you place your words j 
Talk like the vulgar fort of market-men, 
That come to gather money for their corn. 
If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we mall) 
And that we find the flothful watch but weak, 
I'll by a fign give notice to our friends, 
That Charles the dauphin may encounter them. 
i. S, Our facks (hall be a mean to fack the city, 

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And we'll be lords and rulers over Roan ; 
Therefore we'll knock. [they knock. 

Gua. \fwithin. ~\ Quiiiala? 
Puc. Paijans, pau-vres gens de France : 
Poor market-folks, that come to fell their corn'. 
Gua. Enter, go in ; the market-bell is rung. 
Puc. Now, Roan, I'll make thy bulwarks to the 
ground. \Guard open; and PUCELLE, and 

her Soldiers, enter the City. 
Enter, at a Diflance, marching, the Bajtard of 
Orleans, CHARLES, ALENSON, and Forces. 
CBA. Saint Dennis blefs this happy ftratagem, 
And once again we'll ileep fecure in Roan. 

Baf. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her praftisants : 
Now me is there, how will (he fpecify 
Where is the beft and fafeft pafTage in ? 

ALE.. By thrufting out a torch from yonder tower; 
Which, once discern'd, fhews, that her meaning is 
No way to that, for weaknefs, which (he enter'd. 
Enter PUCELLE, on a Battlement \ 

holding out a Torch. 

Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding-torch, 
That joineth Roan unto her countrymen ; 
But burning fatal to the Tattotites. 

Baf. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our friend. 
The burning torch in yonder turret ftands. 

CHA. Now mine it like a comet of revenge, 
A prophet to the fall of all our foes ! 

ALE. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous ends ; 
Enter, and cry The dauphin ! presently, 
And then do execution on the watch. 

[they Jhout ; force open the Gate, and enter. 

1 v. A T e.v. "5 Here ** Yalbmte: * v. A'c.v. 

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Alarums. /fr TALBOT, and certain Eoglifh. 
TJL . France, thou lhalt rue this treason with thy tears, 
If Talbot but furvive thy treachery. _ 
Pucelle, that witch, that damned forcerefs, 
Hath wrought this hellifh mifchief unawares, 
That hardly we efcap'd the pride of France. 

[Eaters tbe City again. 

Other Alarums. Enter the Englifti Fotcei 

retreating, bearing out BEDFORD (jick) in a Chair ; 

T A L B o T , and BURGUNDY, covering them. Then, Enter, 

upon the Walls, aloft, PUCELLE, CHARLES, Bajtard", 

ALE N SON, and Others. 

Pvc. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for 
I think, the duke of Burgundy will faft, [bread: 

Before he'll buy again at fech a rate : 
Twas full of darnel; Do you like the ufte ? 

BUR. Scoff on, vile fiend, and fhamelefs courtezan: 
I truft, ere long to choak thee with thine own, 
And make thee curfe the harveft of that corn. 

CRA . Your grace may ilarve, perhaps, before that time. 
BED. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason. 
Puc. What will you do, good grey- beard ? break a 

And run a tilt at death within a chair ? 

TJL. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all defpite, 
Encompaff'd with thy luilful paramours ! 
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, 
And twit with cowardice a man half dead ? 
Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, 
Or elfe let Talbot perifh with this fliame. 

[Englifli confult together. 
Puc. Are you fo hot, fir ? Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace ; 

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If Talbat do but thunder, rain will follow. 

God fpeed the parliament ! who (hall be the fpeaker ? 

TAL. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field ? 

Puc. Belike, your lordfhip takes us then for fools, 
To try if that our own be ours, or no. 

TAL. I fpeak not to that railing Hecate, 
But unto thee, Aknson, and the reft ; 
Will ye, like foldiers, come and fight it out ? 

dtp. Signior, no. 

TAL. Signior, hang ! _ bafe muliteers of France! 
Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, 
And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. 

Puc. Captains, away; let's get us from the walls ; 
For Talbot means no goodnefs, by his looks. 
God be \vi' you, my lord! we came, fir, but to tell you 
That we are here. [Exeunt, from the Walls* 

TAL. And there will we be too, ere it be long ; 

Or elfe reproach be Tallows greateil fame ! 

Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy houfe, 
(Prick'd on by publick wrongs, fuftain'd in France) 
Either to get the town again, or die : 
And I, as fure as Englifo Henry lives, 
And as his father here was conqueror; 
As fure as in this late-betrayed town 
Great Ctfur-de-liari's heart was buried ; 
So fure I fwear, to get the town, or die. 

BUR. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. 

TAL. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, 
The valiant duke of Bedford: _ Come, my lord, 
We will beftow you in fome better place, 
Fitter for ficknefs, and for crazy age. 

ED. Lord Talbot, do not fo dilhonour me : 

*3 Away Captaines 

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Here will I fit before the walls of Rcan, 
And will be partner of your weal, or woe. 

Bvx* Courageous Btdjird, let us now perfuade you. 

BID. Not to be gone from hence; for once 1 read, 
That flout rtndragon, in his litter, fick, 
Came to the lield, and vanquilhed his foes : 
Methinks, I fhould revive the foldiers' hearts, 
Because I ever found them as myfelf. 

TJL. Undaunted fpirit in a dying breaft ! _ 
Then he it fo : _ Heavens keep old Bedford fafe ! . 
And now no more ado, brave BfTftuufy, 
But gather we our forces out of hand, 
And fet upon our boafting enemy. 

[ Exeunt BURGUNDY,TALBOT, and Forces : leaving 

Bedford under the Guard of a Captain, and Others. 
^Alarums. Excurjions. Entt r , /// one of them, Sir J .FALSTAFF. 

Cap. Whither away, krjtbn Falftaff, in fuch hafte ? 

FJL. Whither away ? to fave myfelf by flight ; 
We are like to have the overthrow again. 

Cap. What ! will you fly, and leave lord Taiktt ? 

FAI. Ay; 
All the Talbots in the world, to fave my life. [Exit, 

Cap. Cowardly knight ! ill fortune fallow thee ! 

Other Alarums, jfftfrtnanif, a Retreat. 
Enter* flying, Pucelle, Charles, &c. and Exeunt. 

BED. Now, quiet foul, depart when heaven please; 
For 1 have feen our enemies' overthrow. 
What is the truft or Arength of foolifh man ? 
They, that of late were daring with their feoffs, 
Are glad and fain by flight to fave themfelves. 

\diei ; and is carry'd off in his Chair, 
fkurijb. Enter T A L S O T , B u R c V N D Y , and Otiert, 

King Henry VI. 55 

TAL, Loft, and recover'd in a day again! 
This is a double honour, Burgundy: _ 
Yet, heavens have glory for this viftory? 

BUR. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy 
Enfhrines thee in his heart ; and there erefts 
Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. 

TAL. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now? 
I think, her old familiar is afleep : 
Now where's the baftard's braves, and Charles his gleeks? 
What, all amort ? Roan hangs her head for grief, 
That fuch a valiant company are fled. 
Now will we take fome order in the town, 
Placing therein fome expert officers ; 
And then depart to Paris, to the king ; 
For there young Henry, with his nobles, lyes. 

LVR, What wills lord Ta/bot, pleaseth Burgundy. 

TAL. But yet, before we go, let's not forget 
The noble duke of Bedford, late deceal'd, 
But fee his exequies fulfil'd in Roan; 
A braver foldier never couched lance, 
A gentler heart did never fway in coart : 
But kings, and mightieft potentates, muft die; 
For that's the end of human misery. \Exeunt. 

SCENE III. r he fame. Plains near the City. 
EnterPvcELLE, CHARLES, Baitard, 

A L E N s o N , and Forces, 
Puc, Difmay not, princes, at this accident, 
Nor grieve that Roan is fo recovered : 
Care is no cure, but rather corrofive, 
For things that are not to be remedy'd. 
Let frantick Talbct triumph for a while* 

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And like a peacock fweep-along his tail ; 
We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, 
If dauphin, and the reft, will he but rul'd. 

CHA. We have been guided by thee hitherto, 
And of thy cunning had no diffidence ; 
One fudden foil fhall never breed diftruft. 

Baf. Search out thy wit for fecret policies, 
And we will make thee famous through the world. 

ALE. We'll fet thy ftatue in fome holy place, 
And have thee reverenc'd like a blefied faint ; 
Employ thee then, fweet virgin, for our good. 

Puc. Then thus it mufl be ; this doth Joan devise : 
By fair perfuasions, mixt with fugar'd words, 
We will entice the duke of Burgundy 
To leave the 'Jaltet, and to follow us. 

Cffji. Ay, marry, fweeting, if we could do that, 
France were no place for Henry's warriors ; 
Nor fnould that nation boaft it fo with us, 
Eut be extirped from our provinces. 

J$LE. For ever mould they be expulf'd from France, 
And not have title of an earldom here. 

Puc. Your honours fliall perceive how I will work, 
To bring this matter to the wifhed end. [Drum beard. 
Hark ! by the found of drum, you may perceive 
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. 

English March. Enter, and pafi over, fit a Diftance, 

Talbot, and /;'/ Forces. 

There goes the Tetltot, with his colours fpread ; 
And all the troops of Engli/k after him. 

French March. Enter the Duke o/'BuRGUNDY, 

and Forces. 
Xo\v, in the rereward, comes the duke, and his : 

King Henry VI. 55 

Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind. 

Summon a parley, we will talk with him. [Trumpet. 

CHA. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. 

BUR. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy? 

Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy countryman. 

BUR. What fay'ft thou Charles ? for I am marching 

CKA. Speak, Pucelle ; and enchant him with thy words. 

Fuc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France, 
Stay, let thy humble handmaid fpeak to thee. 

BUR. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. 

Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, 
And fee the cities and the towns defac'd 
By wafting ruin of the cruel foe ! 
As looks the mother on her lowly babe, 
When death doth close his tender dying eyes, 
See, fee, the pining malady of France ; 
Behold the wounds, the moft unnatural wounds, 
Which thou thyfelf haft giv'n her woful breafll 
O, turn thy edged fword another way ; 
Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! 
One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bosom, 
Should grieve thee more than ftreams of foreign gore; 
Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, 
And wafh away thy country's ftained fpots ! 

BUR. Either fhe hath bewitch'd me with her words, 
Or nature makes me fuddenly relent. 

Puc. Befides, all French and France exclaims on thee, 
Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. 
Whom join'ft thou with, but with a lordly nation, 
That will not truft thee, but for profit's fake ? 
When Talbut hath fet footing once in Fraace, 

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And fafliion'd thee that inftrument of ill. 

Who then, but Englf/b Henry, will be lord, 

And thou be thruft out, like a fugitive ? 

Call we to mind, and mark but this, for proof; 

Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe ? 

And was he not in England prisoner ? 

But, when they heard he was thine enemy, 

They fet him free, without his ranfom pay'd, 

In fpight of Burgundy, and all his friends. 

See then ! thou fight'ft againft thy countrymen, 

And join'ft with them will be thy flaughter-men : 

Come, come, return ; return, thou wand'ring lord ; 

Charles, and the reft, will take thee in their arms. 

BUR. \ am vanquifhed ; these haughty words of hers 
Have batter'd me like roaring cannon -(hot, 
And made me almoft yield upon my knees 
Forgive me, country, and fvveet countrymen ! 
And, lords, accept this hearty ~f" kind embrace: 

My forces and my power of men are yours ; 

So, farewel, Talbot; I'll no longer truit thee. 

Puc. " Done like z. Frenchman; turn, and turn again!" 

CUA. Welcome, brave duke ! thy friendfhip makes us 

JBaf. And doth beget new courage in our breads. 

ALE. Pucette hath bravely play'd her part in this, 
And doth deserve a coronet of gold. 

CHA. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers; 
And feek how we may prejudice the foe. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. Paris. A Room in the Palace. 
Enter King Henry ; iviib GLOSTER, and -Train of 
Nobles, &c. VERNON, an.i BASSET, in the Tram: 

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To them, TALBOT, and fame of his Officers. 

T'jii. . My gracious prince, and honourable peers, 

Hearing of your arrival in this realm, 

I have a while given truce unto my wars, 

To do my duty to my fovereign : 

In fign whereof, this arm that hath reclaim'd 

To your obedience fifty fortrefles, 

Twelve cities, and feven walled towns of ftrength, 

Befide five hundred prisoners of efteem, 

Lets fall his "j~ fword before your highnefs' feet ; 

And, with fubmifiive loyalty of heart, 

Afcribes the glory of his conqueft got, 

Firft to my God, and next unto your grace. 

Kin. Is this the Tatiot, uncle Glocejler, 
That hath fo long been resident in France? 

GLO. Yes, if it please your majefty, my liege. 

Kin. Welcome, brave captain, and victorious lord ! 
When I was young, (as yet 1 am not old) 
I do remember how my father faid, 
A ftoiiter champion never handl'd arms. 
Long fince we were resolved of your truth, 
Your faithful fervice, and your toil in war ; 
Yet never have you tailed our reward, 
Or been reguerdon'd with fo much as thanks, 
Because 'till now we never faw your face : 
Therefore, ftand up ; and, for these good deserts, 
We here create ~f" you earl of Shrewsbury ; 
And in our coronation take your place. 

[ Fiourijb. Exeunt Ki ng, G L o. T A L . and Nobles. 

PER. Now, fir, to you, that were fo hot at fea 
Difgracing of these colours that I wear 
Jn honour of my noble lord of York, 

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Dar'ft thou maintain the former words thou fpak'ft ? 

BAS. Yes, iir; as well as you dare patronage 
The envious barking of your faucy tongue 
Againil my lord, the duke of SomerJ'et. 

FES. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. 

BAS, Why, what is he? as good a man as Turk. 

VLR. Hark ye; not fo : in witnefs, take ye that. 

[ ft 'r -iking him. 

BAS. Villain, thou know'fi the law of arms is' fuch, 
That, whofo draws a fword, 'tis present death ; 
Or elfe this blow mould broach thy dearelt blood. 
But I'll unto his majeity, and crave 
I may have liberty to venge this wrong; 
When thou fhalt lee, I'll meet thee to thy coft. 

VS.R. Well, mifcreant, I'll be there as foon as you; 
And, after, meet you fooner than you would. [Exeunt . 

A c r iv. 

SCENE I. The fame. A Hall of State. 

King Henry is feen fitting upon bis Throne; attended on 

ly the Dukes of 'GLOSTER, EXETER, YORK, *WSoMER- 

SET; the Lords Suffolk, WARWICK, WTALBOT ; 

and divers other Nobles, &c. French /WEnglifh : 

WINCHESTER tearing bis Crow, and the Governor 

of Par is attending. 

do. Lord biftiop, fet the crown upon his head. 
///jv. God fave king Henry, of that name the fixth! 
[fetting on the Crow;:. 
Cio. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, 

[Goi-erncr knreh. 

King Henry VI. 59 

That you eleft no other king but him : 

Efteem none friends, but fuch as are his friends ; 

And none your foes, but fuch as (hall pretend 

Malicious practices againft his ftate: 

This lhall ye do, fo help you righteous God ! 

[Exeunt Gov. and Train. King comes from his Tkrcxe. 
Enter Sir John FAL STAFF. 

FAL. My gracious fovereign, as I rode from Calais, 
To hafte unto your coronation, 

A letter was deliver'd to my hands, [presenting it. 

Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. 

TAL. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee! 
J vovv'd, bafe knight, when 1 did meet thee next, 
To tear the garter from thy craven's leg, 

[plucking it off. 

(Which I have done) because unworthily 
Thou waft inftalled in that high degree. _ 
Pardon me, princely Henry, and the reft : 
This daftard, at the battle of Poitiers, 
When but in all I was fix thousand flrong, 
And that the French were almoft ten to one, 
Before we met, or that a ftroke was given, 
Like to a trulty fquire, did run away ; 
In which afiault we loll twelve hundred men; 
Myfelf, and divers gentlemen befide, 
Were there furpriz'd, and taken prisoners : 
Then judge, great lords, if I have done amifs ; 
Or whether that fuch cowards ought to wear 
This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no. 

GLO. To fay the truth, this fal was infamous, 
And ill befeeming any common man ; 
Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader. 

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TAL. When firft this order was ordain'd, my lords, 
Knights of the garter were of noble birth ; 
Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty courage, 
Such as were grown to credit by the wars; 
Not fearing death, nor fhrinking for diftrefs, 
But always resolute in moil extreams : 
He then, that is not furnifh'd in this fort, 
Doth but usurp the facred name of knight, 
Prophaning this moft honourable order ; 
And mould (if I were worthy to be judge) 
Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born fwain 
That doth presume to boaft of gentle blood. 

Kin. Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'ft thy doom: 
Be packing therefore, thou that waft a knight ; 

Henceforth we baniih thee, on pain of death. 


And now, my lord protedor, view =f the letter 
Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy. 

GLO. What means his grace, that he hath chang'd Mis 
ftile .' \_<viewing the Superjcription* 

No more but, plain and bluntly, To the King ? 
Hath he forgot, he is his (Sovereign ? 
Or doth this churlifli fuperfcription 
Pretend fome alteration in good will ? [opens the Letter. 
What's here ? I have, upon efpecial cause, 

Mo<v'd with compajjicn of my country's wreck. 

Together 'with the pitiful complaints 

Offuch as your cpprejjion feeds upon, 

Forjaken your pernicious faftion, 

And joined with Charles, the rightful king of France. 
O monilrous treachery ! Can this be fo ; 
That in alliance, amity, and oaths, 

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There mould be found fuch fa'fe di/Tembling guile ? 

Kin. What ! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt ? 

GLO. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe. 

Kin. Js that the worft, this letter doth contain : 

GLO. It is the worft, and all (my lord) he writes. 

Kin. Why then, lord Taloot there fhall calk with him, 

And give him chailisement for this abufe : 

My lord, how fay you r are you not content? 

TAL . Content, my liege ? Yes ; but that I'm prevented, 
I ftiould have beg'd I might have been employ'd. 

Kin. Then gather ftrength, and march unto him 

ftraight : 

Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason; 
And what offence it is, to flout his friends. 

TAL. I go, my lord ; in heart desiring ftill, 
You may behold confusion of your foes. [Exit. 

Enter VER.NON, and BASSET. 

PER. Grant me the combat, gracious fovereign ! 

HAS. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too ! 

To R. This "[ is my fervant. Hear him, noble prince' 

SOM. And this ~|" is mine, Sweet Henry * favour him ! 

Km. Be patient, lords, and give them leave to fpeak 

Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim ? 
And wherefore crave you combat r or with whom ? 

VER. Wich~|"hLm,mylord ;forhehathdonemewrong. 

HAS. And I with"]" him ; for he hath done me wrong. 

Kin. What is that wrong, whereof you both com- 
Firft let me know, and then I'll anfwer you. [plain ? 

BAS. Crofling the fea from England into France, 
This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, 
Upbraided me about the rose I wear ; 
Saying the fanguine colour of the leaves 

* Haw fay you (my Lord) 

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Did represent my matter's blufhing cheeks, 
When flubbornly he did repugn the truth, 
About a certain queftion in the law, 
Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him ; 
With other vile and ignominious terms : 
In confutation of which rude reproach, 
And in defence of my lord's worthinefs, 
I crave the benefit of law of arms. 

Vzn. And that is my petition, noble lord i 
For though he feem, with forged quaint conceit, 
To fet a glofs upon his bold intent, 
Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him ; 
And he firft took exceptions at this*f badge, 
Pronouncing that the palenefs of this flower 
Bewray'd the faintnefs of my mailer's heart. 

TOR. Will not this malice, Scmerfet, be left ? 

SOM. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will out 
Though ne'er fo cunningly you fmother it. [men, 

Kin. Good lord ! what madnefs rules in brain-fick 
When, for fo flight and frivolous a cause, 

Such factious emulations fiia.ll arise ! 

Good cousins both, of York and Somer/et, 
Quiet yourfelves, I pray, and be at peace. 

YOR. Let this difiention firft be try'd by fight? 
And then your highnefs fhall command a peace. 

SOM. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone, 
Betwixt ourfelves let us decide it then. 

YOR. There is my ~J~ pledge ; accept it, Somerfet. 

[throwing down a Glo-ve, 

VE.R. Nay, let it reft where it began at firft. 

BAS. Confirm it fo, mine honourable lord. 

GLO. Confirm it fo ? Confounded be your flrife ! 

King Henry VI. 63 

And perifh ye, with your audacious prate ! 

Presumptuous vafials ! are you not afham'd, 

With this immodeft clamorous outrage 

To trouble and difturb the king and us? 

And you, my lords, methinks, you do not well, 

To bear with their perverfe objections ; 

Much lefs, to take occasion from their mouths 

To raise a mutiny betwixt yourfelves ; 

Let me perfuade you take a better courfe. [friends. 
EXE. It grieves his highnefs ;_Good my lords, be 
Kin. Come hither, you that would be combatants : 

Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour, 

Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause. _ 

And you, my lords, remember where we are ; 

In France, amongft a fickle wavering nation : 

If they perceive diffention in our looks, 

And that within ourfelves we difagree, 

How will their grudging ftomacks be provok'd 

To wilful difobedience, and rebel ? 

Befide, What infamy will there arise, 

When foreign princes fhall be certify'd, 

That, for a toy, a thing of no regard, 

King Henry 1 *, peers, and chief nobility, 

Deftroy'd themfelves, and loft the realm of France? 

O, think upon the conqueft of my father, 

My tender years ; and let us not forego 

That for a trifle, which was bought with blood ! 

Let me be umpire in this doubtful ftrife. 

I fee no reason, if I wear this ~j~ rose, 

That any one mould therefore be fufpitious 

I more incline to Somtrfet, than York : 

Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both : 


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As well they may upbraid me with my crown, 
Because (forfooth) the king of Scots is crown'd. 
But your difcretions better can perfuade, 
Than I am able to inftrucl or teach : 
And therefore, as we hither came in peace, 

So let us ftill continue peace and love 

Cousin of Tork, we inftitute your grace 

To be our regent in these parts of France : 

And, good my lord of Somcr/et, unite 

Your troops of horfemen with his bands of foot; 

And, like true fubjecls, fons of your progenitors, 

Go chearfully together, and digelt 

Your angry choler on your enemies. 

Ourfelf, my lord prottdtor, and the reft, 

After fome refpite, will return to Calais ; 

From thence to England; where I hope ere long 

To be presented, by your victories, 

With Charles, Alenson, and that traiterous rout. 

[ Flourijh. Exeunt King, GLOSTER, SOMERSET, 

WAR. My lord of Tori, I promise you, the king 
Prettily (methought) did play the orator. 

Ton. And fo he did ; but yet I like it not, 
In that he wears the badge of Sumerjet. 

ffjR. Tufti ! that was but his fancy, blame him not; 
I dare presume, fweet prince, he thought no harm. 

TOR . An if I will he did, But let it reft ; 
Other affairs muft now be managed. 


EXE . Well didfl thou, Richard, to fupprefs thy voice ; 
For, had the paffions of thy heart burft out, 
I fear, we (hould have feen decypher'd there 

7 wifli he 

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More rancorous fpite, more furious raging broils, 

Then yet can be imagin'd or fuppos'd : 

But howfoe'er, no fimple man that fees 

This jarring difcord of nobility, 

This {hould'ring of each other in the court, 

This factious bandying of their favourites, 

But that he doth prefage fome ill event. 

'Tis much, when fcepters are in children's hands ; 

But more, when envy breeds unkind division; 

There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. [Exit. 

SCENE II. France. Before Bourdeaux. 

.Ew/wTALBOT, and Forces, marching. 
TAL. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter, 
Summon their general unto the wall. 
Trumpet founds a Parley. Enter General of the French 

Forces within Bourdeaux, upon the Walls. 
Englijbjohn Talbot, captains, calls you forth, 
Servant in arms to Harry king of England', 
And thus he would, Open your city gates, 
Be humbl'd to us ; call my fovereign yours, 
And do him homage as obedient fubjefts, 
And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power: 
But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace, 
You tempt the fury of my three attendants, 
Lean famine, quartering fteel, and climbing fire ; 
Who, in a moment, even with the earth 
Shall lay your ftately and air-braving towers, 
If you forfake the offer of their love. 

Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, 
Our nation's terror, and their bloody fcourge, 
The period of thy tyranny approacheth. 

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On us, thou canft not enter, but by death j 

For (I proteft) we are well fortify'd, 

And ftrong enough to iflue out and fight : 

If thou retire, the dauphin, well appointed, 

Stands with the fnares of death to tangle thee : 

On either hand thee there are fquadrons pitch'd, 

To wall thee from the liberty of flight; 

And no way canft thou turn thee for redrefs, 

But death doth front thee with apparent fpoil, 

And pale deftrudion meets thee in the face. 

Ten thousand French have ta'en the facrament, 

To rive their dangerous artillery 

Upon no chriftianYoul but Englifh TaJbot. 

Lo ! there thou ftand'ft, a breathing valiant man, 

Of an invincible unconquer'd fpirit : 

This is the lateft glory of thy praise, 

That I, thy enemy, dew thee withal ; 

For ere the glafs, that now begins to run, 

Finifh the procefs of his fandy hour, 

These eyes, that fee thee now well coloured, 

Shall fee thee withered, bloody, pale, and dead. 

{Drum afar off. 

Hark, hark! the dauphin's drum, a warning bdl, 
Sings heavy musick to thy timorous foul ; 
And mine fhall ring thy dire departure out. 

[Exit General. 

TAL* He fables not, I hear the enemy ; 
Out, fome light horfemen, and peruse their wings. 
O, negligent and heedlefs difcipline ! 
How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale ; 
A little herd of England's timorous deer, 
Maz'd with a yelping kennel of Fnncb curs ! 

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If we be Englijh deer, be then in blood : 

Not rafcal-like, to fall down with a pinch; 

But rather moody-mad, and defperate (lags, 

Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of fleet, 

And make the cowards ftand aloof at bay : 

Sell every man his life as dear as mine, 

And they fhall find dear deer of us, my friends 

God, and faint George ! Talbct, and England's right !" 

Profper our colours in this dangerous fight I 

[ Exeunt T A L B o T , and Forces^ 

SCENE III. Plains I* Gafcony. 

Enter YORK, and Forces ; a. Meffenger 

iviib biff i. 

TOR. Are not the fpeedy fcouts return 'd again, 
That dog'd the mighty army of the dauphin ? 

Me/. They are return'd, my lord ; and give it out, 
That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, 
To fight with Talbot : As he march'd along, 
By your efpials were difcovered 

Two mightier troops than that the dauphin led ; [dcaux* 
Which join'd with him, and made their march for Bour- 

TOR. A plague upon that villain Somerfet* 
That thus delays my promised fupply 
Of horfemen, that were levy'd for this fiege ! 
Renowned Talbot doth expeft my aid ; 
And I am louted by a traitor villain, 
And cannot help the noble chevalier : 
God comfort him in this neceffity ! 
If he mifcarry, farewel wars in France. 

Enter Sir William LUCY. 

LVC. Thou princely leader of our Enghjb ftrengrii, 

art of 

Never fo needful on the earth tf France, 

Spur to the refcue of the noble Talbot ; 

Who now is girdl'd with a wafte of iron, 

And hem'd about with grim deftruftion : 

To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! 

Elfe, farewel Talbot, France, and England' & honour. 

TOR. O God! that Somerjet who, in proud heart, 
Doth ftop my cornets were in Tattot's place ! 
So fhould we fave a valiant gentleman, 
By forfeiting a traitor, and a coward. 
Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, 
That thus we die, while remifs traitors fleep. 

Luc. O, fcr.d fome fuccour to the diftrefFd lord ! 

TOR. He dies, we lose ; I break my warlike word : 
We mourn, France fmiles ; we lose, they daily get ; 
All long of this vile traitor Sonterfet. 

Luc . Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot^ foul ! 
And on his fon, young John', whom, two hours fince, 
I met in travel towards his warlike father ! 
This feven years did not Talbot fee his fon ; 
And now they meet where both their lives are done. 

TOR. Alas ! what joy fhall noble Talbct have, 
To bid his young fon welcome to his grave ? 
Away ! vexation almoft flops my breath, 
That funder'd friends greet in the hour of death. _ 
Lucy, farewel : no more my fortune can, 
But curfe the cause I cannot aid the man 
Maine, Bloys, Poitiers, and Tours, are won away ; 
Long all of Somerfet, and his delay. [Exit, 

Luc. Thus, while the vultur of fedition 
Feeds in the bosom of fuch great commanders, 
Sleeping negledion doth betray to lofs 

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The conqueft of our fcarce cold conqueror, 

That ever -living man of memory, 

Henry the fifth : Whiles they each other crofs, 

Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to lofs. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. Other Plains in the fame. 

Enter SOMERSET, and Forces ; an Officer 

ofTalbot's ivitb him. 

SOM. It is too late; [to the Off.] I cannot fend them 
This expedition was by York, and Talbot, [now: 

Too rafhly plotted ; all our general force 
Might with a fally of the very town 
Be buckl'd with: the over daring Talbot 
Hath fully'd all his glofs of former honour 
By this unheedful, defperate, wild adventure : 
York fet him on to fight, and die in fhame, 
That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name. 
Enter Sir William LUCY. 

Off". Here is fir William Lucy, who with me 
Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid. 

SOM . How now, fir William ? whither were you fent ? 

Luc, Whither, my lord r from bought and fold lord 
Who, ring'd about with bold adverfity, \_Talbot ; 

Cries out for noble York and Somerfet, 
To beat a/Tailing death fom his weak legions : 
And whiles the honourable captain there 
Drops bloody fweat from his war-weary'd limbs, 
And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for refcue, 
You, his falfe hopes, the trull of England's honour, 
Keep off aloof with worthlefs emulation : 
Let not your private difcord keep away 
The levy'd fuccours that fhould lend him aid, 

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While he, renowned noble gentleman, 
Yields up his life unto a world of odds ; 
Orleans the bartard, Charles, and Burgundy, 
Alemcrii Reignier, compafs him about, 
And T allot peritheth by your default. , 

SOM. York fet him on, York mould have fent him aid. 

Luc. And York as faft upon your grace exclaims i 
Swearing, that you withhold his levy'd hoft, 
Collected for this expedition. 

SOM. York lies; he might have fent, and had the horfe: 
i owe him little duty, and lefs love; 
And take foul fcorn, to fawn on him by fending. 

Luc. The fraud of England, not the force ofFranfe t 
Hath now entrapt the noble-minded Yalbot ; 
Never to Er gland (hall he bear his life ; 
But dies, betray'd to fortune by your ftrife. 

SOM . Comej go, I will difpatch the horiemen ftraight: 
Within fix hours they will be at his aid. 

Luc. Too late comes refcue ; he is ta'en, or flain : 
For fly he could not, if he would have fled ; 
And fly would Talbot never, if he might. 

SOM. Jf he be dead, brave Talbet then adieu ! 

Luc. His fame lives in the world, his fhame in you. 


SCENE V. Camp near Bourdeaux. 
-Ewto-TALBOT, and Son ; Officer i at a Difiance. 
TJIL. O young John Talbot ! I did fend for thee, 
To tutor thee in Itratagems of war ; 
That 'Talbofs name might be in thee reviv'd, 
When faplefs age, and weak unable limbs, 
Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. 

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But, O malignant and ill boding ftars ! 

Now thou art come unto a feaft of death, 

A terrible and unavoided danger : 

Therefore, dear boy, mount on my fwifteft horfe ; 

And I'll direft thee how thou (halt efcape 

By fudden flight : come, dally not, be gone. 

Son. Is my name Tatbot? and am I your fon ? 
And mall I fly? O, if you love my mother, 
Dishonour not her honourable name, 
To make a baftard, and a flave of me : 
The world will fay He is not Talbois blood, 
That bafely fled, when noble T^albot flood. 

T^i. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be {lain. 

Sen. He, that flies fo, will ne'er return again. 

f'ji. If we both ftay, we both are fure to die. 

Sen. Then, let me ftay ; and, father, do you fly : 
Your lofs is great, fo your regard mould be ; 
My worth unknown, no lofs is known in me. 
Upon my death the French can little boaft; 
In yours they will, in you all hopes are loft. 
Flight cannot ftain the honour you have won ; 
But mine it will, that no exploit have done : 
You fled for vantage, every one will fwear ; 
But, if I bow, they'll fay it was for fear. 
There is no hope that ever I will ftay, 
If, the firft hour, I Ihrink, and run away. 
Here, on my knee, I beg mortality, 
Rather than life, preserv'd with infamy. 

TAL. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb r 

Son. Ay, rather than I'll fliame my mother's womb. 

TAL. Upon my blefling I command thee go. 

$en. To fight I will, but not to fly the foe. 

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TJL, Part of thy father may be fav'd in thee. 

Son, No part of him, but will be fhamc in me. 

TAL^ Thou never hadft renown, nor canft not lose it. 

Son. Yes, your renowned name ; Shall flight abuse it ? 

TAL. Thy father's charge (hall clear thee from that 

Son. You cannot witnefs for me, being {lain, [ftain. 
If death be fo apparent, then both fly. 

TAL . And leave my followers here, to fight, and die ? 
My age was never tainted with fuch (hame. 

Son, And fhall my youth be guilty of fuch blame? 
No more can I be fever'd from your fide, 
Than can yourfelf yourfelf in twain divide : 
Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I ; 
For live I will not, if my father die. 

IAL. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair fon, 

[embracing hint. 

Born to eclipfe thy life this afternoon. 
Come, fide by fide together live and die ; 
And foul with foul from France to heaven fly. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VI. A Field of Baftle. 

Loud Alarums. Enter the Englifh Forces, purfuing\ 
TALBOT, and his Son, heading them. 

TAL . Saint George, and viftory ! fight, foldiers, fight : 
The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, 
And left us to the rage of France's fword. 
Where is 'John Talbot ? _ pause, and take thy breath ; 
I gave thee life, and refcu'd thee from death. 

Son. O twice my father ! twice am I thy fon : 
The life, thou gav'ft me firft, was loft and done ; 
'Till with thy warlike fword, defpight of fate, 
To my determin'd time thou gav'ft new date. 

c France his Sword 

King Henry VI. 73 

AL . When from the dauphin's creft thy fword ilruck 


It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire 
Of bold fac'd victory. Then leaden age, 
Quicken'd with youthful fpleen, and warlike rage, 
Beat down Alenson, Orleans, Burgundy, 
And from the pride of Gallia refcu'd thee: 
The ireful baftard Orleans that drew blood 
From thee, my boy ; and had the maidenhood 
Of thy firft fight I foon encountered; 
And, enterchanging blows, I quickly ftied 
Some of his baftard blood ; and, in difgrace, 
Befpoke him thus : Contaminate.^ bafe, 
dnd mi '-begotten blood I j pill of thine, 
Mean and right poor for that pure blood of mine, 
Which thou dieift force from Talbot, my brave boy : 
Here, purposing the baftard to deftroy, 
Came-in ftrong refcue. Speak, thy father's care ; 
Art thou not weary, John ? How doft thou fare ? 
Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly, 
Now thou art feal'd the fon of chivalry ? 
Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead ;. 
The help of one ftands me in little Head. 
O, too much folly is it, well I wot, 
To hazard all our lives in one fma!l boat. 
If I to-day die not with Frenchmen?, rage, 
To-morrow I (hall die with mickle age : 
By me they nothing gain, an if [ ftsy, 
'Tis but the fhort'ning of my life one day ; 
In thee thy mother dies, our houfliold's r.ame, 
My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame: 
All these, and more, we hazard by thy ftay ; 

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All these are fav'd, if thon wilt fly away. 

Son. The fword ofOr/eani hath not made me fmart, 
These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart : 
2Dut on that vantage, bought with fuch a ihame, 
To fave a paltry life, and flay bright fame ! 
Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly, 
The coward horfe, that bears me, fall and die ! 
And like me to the peasant boys of France ; 
To be (name's fcorn, aad fubjedl of mifchance ! 
Surely, by all the glory you have won, 
An if I fly, I am not Talbofs fon : 
Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot ; 
If fon to Talbot, die at Talbofs foot. 

TAL. Then follow thou thy defperate fire of Cnte r 
Thou Icarus ; thy life to me is fweet : 
]f thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's fide; 
And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride. 

[Exeunt ; Trumpets jounding a Charge. 

SCENE VI. Another Part of the fame. 

Alarums. Enter Englifh, retreating; OU/'/^TALBOT 
wounded, leaning upon a Servant. 

TJL . Where is my other life ? mine own is gone ; 
O, where's young : [albot? where is valiant John ? _ 
Triumphant death, fmear'd with captivity, 
Young Talbofs valour makes me fmile at thee : . 
When he perceiv'd me fhrink, and on my knee> 
His bloody fword he brandifli'd over me, 
And, like a hungry lion, did commence 
Rough deeds of rage, and ftern impatience: 
But when my angry guardant ftood alone, 
Tend'ring my ruin, and affail'd of none,. 

4 that advantage 

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Dizzy-ey'd fury, and great rage of lieart, 
Suddenly made him from my fide to itart 
Into the clult'ring battle of the French : 
And in that fea of blood my boy did drench 
His over-mounting fpirit ; and there dy'd 
My Icarus, my bloffom, in his pride. 

Enter Soldiers, with the Body of young Talbot. 

Ser. O my dear lord, lo, where your fon is born! 

TAL. Thou antick death, which laugh'ft us here to 
Anon, from thy infulting tyranny, [fcorn, 

Coupl'd in bonds of perpetuity, 
Two Tatteff, winged through the lither fky, 

In thy defpight, mall 'fcape mortality 

O thou whose wounds become hard-favour'd death, 
Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath : 
Brave death by fpeaking, whether he will, or no ; 

Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe 

Poor boy ! he fmiles, methinks; as who fhould fay 

Had death been French, then death had dy'd to-day. 

Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms ; 

My fpirit can no longer bear these harms. 

Soldiers, adieu ! I have what I would have, 

Now my old arms are young John Talbofs grave. [<//>/. 

\Alanau. Exeunt Sol. and Str. leaving the two Bodies, 
Drums. Enter PUCE LLE, CHARLES, Baltard, 
B u R G u K D Y , and Soldiers. 

CHA. Had York and Sotnerfet brought refcue in, 
We (hculd have found a bloody day of this. 

Baf. How the young whelp of Tatiot's, raging- wood, 
Did flefh his puny fword in Frenchmen* blood 1 

Puc. Once 1 encounter'd him ; and thus I faid, 
'Ihfiu maiden youth, be 'vanjuifi'J bj a maid ; 

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But with a proud, majeflical, high fcorn 
He anfwer'd thus ; Young Talbot was not born 
'To be the pillage of a giglot wench : 
So, rufhing in the bowels of the French, 
He left me proudly, as unworthy fight. 

BUR . Doubtlefs, he would have made a noble knight : 
See, where he lies inherfed in the arms 
Of the moft bloody nurfer of his harms. 

Baf. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones afunder ; 
Whose life was England's glory, Gailias wonder. 

CHA. O, no ; forbear: for that which we have fled 
During the life, let us not wrong it dead. 

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

Luc. Herald, conduct me to the dauphin's tent; 
To know who hath obtainM the glory of the day. 

\Herald Jhe'ws the Dauphin to him. 

CSA. On what fubmiffive mefiage art thou fent ? 

Luc. Submiffion, dauphin? 'tis a meet French word; 
We Englijh warriors wot not what it means. 
I come to know what prisoners thou haft ta'en, 
And to furvey the bodies of the dead. 

CKA. For prisoners aflt'ft thou ? hell our prison is. 
But tell me whom thou feek'ft. 

Luc. Where is the great Abides of the field, 
Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury ? 
Created, for his rare fuccefs in arms, 
G reat earl of Wajhford, Waterford, and Valence ; 
Lord lalbot of Gocdrig and Urchin/it Id, 
Lord Strange of Blacktnere, lord Verdun of Jllton, 
Lord Crewel of Wing Ji 'eld, lord Fur nival of Skefieltl, 
The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge ; 

*5 But where's 

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Knight of the noble order of faint George, 
Worthy faint Michael, and the golden fleece ; 
Great mariftial to Henry the fixth, 
Of all his wars within the realm of France? 
Puc. Here is a filly ftately itile, indeed! 
The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath, 
Writes not fo tedious a ftile as this. 
He, whom thou magnify 'ft with all these titles, 
Stinking, and fly blown, lies here~f~ at our feet. 

Luc. Is Talbot flain ; the Frenchmen's only fcourge, 
Your kingdom's terror and black Kernels? 
O, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd; 
That I, in rage, might moot them at your faces! 
O, that I could but call these dead to life ! 
It were enough to fright the realm of France: 
Were but his picture left amongft you here, 
It would amaze the proudeft of you all. 
Give me their bodies ; that I may bear them hence, 
And give them burial as befeems their worth. 

Puc. I think, this upftart is old Talbofs ghoft, 
He fpeaks with fuch a proud commanding fpirit. 
For God's fake, let him have 'em ; to keep them here, 
They would but ftink, and putrify the air. 

CHA. Go, take their bodies hence. 

Luc. I'll bear them hence : \_Att. take up the Bodies . 
But from their ames, Dauphin, (hall be r?ar'd 
A phoenix, that fliall make all France afeard. 

CHJ. So we be rid, do with them what thou wilt. 

[Exeunt Luc. and Alt. bearing out the Bodies. 
And now to Paris, in this conquering vein ; 
All will be ours, now bloody /&*? flain. [Exeunt. 

S Marflial Him that thou ** have him, * 8 rid of them, do 

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S CE NE I. London. A Room in the Palace. 
Enter King, GLOSTER, EXETER, and Others. 

Kin. Have you perus'd the letters from the pope, 
The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac? 

GLO. I have, my lord ; and their intent is this, 
They humbly fue unto your excellence, 
To have a godly peace concluded of, 
Between the realms of England and. of France. 

Kin. How doth your grace affed their motion ? 

Gzo. Well, my good lord ; and as the only means 
To flop effusion of our chriftian blood, 
And : ftablifh quietnefs on every fide. 

Kin. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought, 
Jt was both impious and unnatural, 
That fuch immanity and bloody ftrife 
Should reign among profeflbrs of one faith. 

Gzo. Befide, my lord, the fooner to effeft, 
And furer bind, this knot of amity, 
The earl of Armagnac near knit to Charles, 
A man of great authority in France, 
Proffers his only daughter to your grace 
In marriage, with a large and fumptuous dowry. 

Kin. Marriage, coot) uncle ! alas, my years are young ; 
And fitter is my ftudy and my books, 
Than wanton dalliance with a paramour. 
Yet, call the embailadors ; and, as you please, 
So let them have their anfwers every one: 
1 lhall be well content with any choice, 

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Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal. 

Enter a Legate, and two Embaffadors, ujher'd ; 
WINCHESTER ivitb them t habited as a Cardinal. 

EXE. " What ! is my lord of Wiaebefter initall'd," 
" And call'd unto a cardinal's degree !" 
" Then, I perceive, that will be verify'd," 
" Henry the fifth did fome time prophefy," 
*' If once he come to be a cardinal" 
" Hill make his cap co-equal with the crown" 

Kin. My lords embafTadors, your feveral fuiK 
Have been confider'd and debated on. 
Your purpose is both good and reasonable : 
And, therefore, we are certainly resolv'd 
To draw conditions of a friendly peace; 
Which, by my lord of Wwchefter, we mean 
Shall be tranfported presently to France. 

GLO. And for the proffer of my lord your matter,- 
I have inform'd his highnefs fo at large, 
As liking of the lady's virtuous gifts, 
Her beauty, and the value of her dower 
He doth intend fhe fhall be England's queen. 

Kin. In argument and proof of which contract, 
Bear her this ^ jewel, \ta the Emb.] pledge of my affec- 
And fo, my lord protector, fee them guarded, [tion. _ 
And fafely brought to Dover; where, infhip'd, 
Commit them to the fortune of the fea. 

[Exeunt Kin. GLO. EXE. C5*c. Embajffadors follow. 

WIN. Stay, my lord legate; you (hall ftrfl receive 
The fum of money, which I promised 
Should be deliver'd to his holinefs 
For cloathing me in these grave ornaments. 

Leg. I will attend upon your lordfhip's leisure. 

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Witt . Now Wincbe/lcr will not fubmit, I trow, 
Or be inferior to the proudefl peer. 
Humphry of Glofter, thou /halt well perceive, 
That, nor in birth, nor for authority, 
The bilhop will not be o'er-born by thee : 
I'll either make thee ftoop, and bend thy knee, 
Or fack this country with a mutiny. [Exeunt. 

SCENEU. France. Plaint in Anjou. 

and Forces, marching. 
Ctt*. These news, my lords, may chear our droop- 

fpirits : 

'Tis faid, the flout Parisians do revolt, 
And turn again unto the warlike French. 

AL E . Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, 
And keep not back your powers in dalliance. 

Puc. Peace be amongft them, if they turn to us ; 
Elfe, ruin combat with their palaces ! 
Enter a Meflenger. 

Mef. Succefs unto our valiant general, 
And happinefs to his accomplices ! 

CBJ. What tidings fend our fcouts ? I pr'ythee, fpeak. 
Mef. The Englijh army, that divided was 
Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one ; 
And means to give you battle presently. 

CHA. Somewhat too Hidden, firs, the warning is; 
But we will presently provide for them. 

BUR. I truft, the ghoft of Talbot is not there ; 
Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. 

Puc. Of all bafe paffions, fear is moft accurf'd : _ . 
Command the conqueft, Charles, it fhall be thine ; 

4 neither in birth, or for *S parties 

King Henry VI. 81 

Let Henry fret, and all the word repine. 

CHA. Then on, my lords ; And France be fortunate ! 
[Exeuntj marching, 

SCENE III. r he fame. Under Anglers. 
Alarums ', as of a Battle joined. Excursions. 

Enter P u c E L L E , ha/lily, 

Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly._ 
Now help, ye charming fpells, and periapts ; 
And ye choice fpirits, that admonifh me 
And give me.figns of future accidents ! 

[She performs certain Ceremonies. Thunder btard. 
You fpeedy helpers, that are fubftitutes 
Under the lordly monarch of the north, 
Appear, and aid me in this enterprize. 

[Thunder again. Enter certain Fiends. 
This fpeedy quick appearance argues proof 
Of your accuftom'd diligence to me. 
Now, ye familiar fpirits, that are cull'd 
Out of the powerful regions under earth, 
Help me this once, that France may get the field. 

[they <walk fullenly about her 
O, hold me not with filence over-long! 
Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, 
I'll lop a member off, and give it you, 
In earneft of a further beneht ; 
So you do condefcend me now. 

[t/jey hang tJ.sir Htatii . 

No hope to have redrefs? _My body (hall 
Pay recompence, if you will grant my fuit. 

[theyjkakt their Htad; 
Cannot my body, nor blood- facrifice, 

7 fpfdy a 

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Entreat you to your wonted furtherance ? 
Then take my foul ; my body, foul, and all, 
Before that England give the French the foil. 

\7hunder ; and they depart* 
See ! they forfake me. Now the time is come, 
That France muft vail her lofty-plumed creft, 
And let her head fall into England's lap. 
My antient incantations are too weak, 

And hell too ftrong for me to buckle with : 

Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the duft. [Exit. 

Other Alarums. Enter French and Englifh, 
fgbting ; Yo R K and Pu c E L L E heading them : 

French^, leaving Pucelle. 
TOR, Damsel of France, I think I have you faft : 

\Jajing Hands en her. 

Unchain yonr fpirits now with fpelling charms, 
And try if they can gain your liberty. _ 
A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace ! 
See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows, 
As if, with Circe, (he would change my fhape. 

Puc. Chang'd to a worfer fhape thou canil not be. 
Fox . O, Charles the dauphin is a proper man ; 
No fhape but his can please your dainty eye. 

Puc. A plaguing mifchief lighten Charles, and thee! 
And may ye both be fuddenly furpriz'd 
By bloody hands, in fit eping on your beds ! 

TOR. Fell banning hag, enchantrefs, hold thy tongue* 
Puc. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curfe a while. 
2 'OR . Curfe, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the flake. 
[Exeunt, with P u c E L L E . 
Other Jkort Alarums . Enter SUFFOLK, 
bringing in MARGARET. 

King Henry VI. 83 

SUF . Be what thou wilt, them art my prisoner. 

[gazes earneft-ly on her. 
O faireft beauty, do not fear, nor fly ; 
For I will touch thee but with reverent hands, 
And lay them gently on thy tender fide. 
J kifs these fingers [>f ijjing her Hand. ] for eternal peace; 
Who art thou, fay, that I may honour thee? 

MAR. Margaret my name ;. and daughter to a king 
The king of Naples, whofoe'er thou art. 

SUF , An earl I am, and Suffcik am I call'd. 
Be not offended, nature's miracle, 
Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me : 
So doth the fwan her downy cignets fave, 
Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings. 
Yet, if this fervile usage once offend, 
Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. 

[Jbe turns from him, as going. 
O, flay ! _ I have no power to let her pafs ; 
My hand would free her, but my heart fays no, 
As plays the fun upon the glafTy ftreams, 
Twinkling another counterfeited beam, 
So feems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. 
Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not fpeak : 
I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind : 
Fie, De-la-poole! difable not thyfelf; 
Haft not a tongue ? is fhe not here thy prisoner? 
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's fight ? 
Ay ; beauty's princely majefty is fuch, 
Confounds the tongue, and make the fenfes crouch. 

MAR. Say, earl of Suffolk, if thy name be fo, 
What ranfom muft I pay before [ pafs ? 
For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner. 

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84 Ybefirft Part of 

Svr. How canft thou tell, me will deny thy fait, 
Before thou make a trial of her love ? 

MJR . Why fpeak'il thou not ? what ranfom muft I pay ? 

SUF. She's beautiful ; and therefore to be woo'd : 
She is a woman ; therefore to be won. 

MAR. Wilt thou accept of ranfom, yea, or no ? 

SUF. Fond man ! remember, that thou haft a wife ; 
Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? 

MAR. I were bell leave him, for he will not hear. 

SUF. There all is mar'd ; there lies a cooling card. 

MAR. He talks at random ; fure, the man is mad. 

SUF. And yet a difpenfation may be had. 

MAR. And yet I would that you would anfwer me. 

SUF. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom ? 
Why, for my king: Tufh ! that's a wooden thing. 

A/^. He talks of wood ; It is fome carpenter. 

SUF , Vet fo my fancy may be fatiffy'd, 
And peace eftablifhed between these realms. 
But there remains a fcruple in that too: 
For though her father be the king of Naples, 
Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor, 
And our nobility will fcorn the match. 

MAR. Hear ye me, captain ; Are you not at leisure ? 

SUF. It fhall be fo, difdain they ne'er fo much : 

Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield 

Madam, I have a fecret to reveal. 

MAR. What though I be enthral'd ? he feems a knight, 
And will not any way diftionour me. 

SUF . Lady, vouchfafe to liilen what I fay. 

MAR. Perhaps, I fhall be refcu'd by the French ; 
And then I need not crave his courtefy. 

SUF . Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause"* 

9 beft to leave 

King Henry VI. 3; 

MAR. Turn! women have been captivate ere now. 

SUF . /2ap, f;car me, lady ; Wherefore talk you fo ? 

MAR. I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for quo. 

SUF. Say, gentle princefs, would you not fuppose 
Your bondage happy, to be made a queen. 

MAR. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile, 
Than is a flave in bafe fervility f 
For princes mould be free. 

SUF. And fo (hall you, 
If happy England's royal king be free. 

MAR. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me ? 

SUF. I'll undertake to make thee Henrfs queen ; 
To put a golden fcepter in thy hand, 
And fet a precious crown upon thy head, 
If thou wilt condefcend to be my 

MAR. What? 

SUF . His love, 

MAR. I am unworthy to be Henry*s wife. 

SUF . No, gentle madam ; I unworthy am 
To woo fo fair a dame to be his wife, 
And have no portion in the choice myfelf-. 
How fay you, madam ; are you fo content ? 

MAR. An if my father please, I am content. 

SUF. Then call our captains, and our colours, forth:_ 
[to bit Troops ; who come forward. 
And, madam, at your father's caftle walls 
We'll crave a parley, to confer with- him 

Trumpet founds a Parley : It avfiuer'd from ivitbia : 

+ and, Enter R E i o N i E R , i,pcn the Walls. 
See, Reignier, fee, thy daughter prisoner. 

/?/. To whom? 

SUF. To me. 

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RE i. Suffolk, what remedy ? 
I am a foldier ; and unapt to weep, 
Or to exclaim on fortune's ficklenefs. 

SUF. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord . 
Confent, (and, for thy honour, give confent) 
Thy daughter (hall be wedded to my king ; 
Whom 1 with pain have woo'd and won thereto ; 
.And this her easy-held imprisonment 
Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty. 

REI. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks? 

SUF. Fair Margaret knows, 
That Suffolk doth not natter, face, or feign. 

REI. Upon thy princely warrant, I defcend, 
To give thee anfwer of thy juft demand. 

[Exit, from tkt Walk. 

SUF. And here I will expeft thy coming, Seignicr, 
Trumpets. Enter R^IGNIER, beloiu. 

REI. Welcome, brave earl, into our territories; 
Command in Anjou what your honour pleases. 

SUF. Thanks, Reignicr, happy for fo fweet a child, 
Fit to be made companion with a king : 
What anfwer makes your grace unto my fuit ? 

RSI. Since thou doft deign to woo her little worth, 
To be the princely bride of fuch a lord ; 
Upon condition I may quietly 
Enjoy mine own, the countries Maine and Anjou t 
Free from oppreffion, or the ftroke of war, 
My daughter (hall be Henry's, if he please. 

SUF. That is her ranlbm, I deliver ~|~ her; 
And those two countries, I will undertake, 
Your grace fhall well and quietly enjoy. 

RE i. And I again, in Henry's royal name, 

*fainc. i6 Country 30 Counties 

King Henry VI. 7 

As deputy unto that gracious king, 

Give thee her T hand, for fign of plighted faith. 

SUF. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, 
Because this is in traffick of a king : 
And yet, methinks, 1 could be well content 
To be mine own attorney in this cafe. 
I'll over then to England with this news, 
And make this marriage to be folemniz'd : 
So, farewel, Reignier! Set this diamond fafe 
In golden palaces, as it becomes. 

RE i. I do embrace "J~ thee, as I would embrace 
The chriflian prince, king Henry, were he here. 

MAR. Farewel, my lord ! good wifhes, praise, and 

Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. [gi n g- 

SUF . Farewel, fweet madam ! But hark you, Marga- 
ret ; {calling her back. 
No princely commendations to my king ? 

MAR. Such commendations as becomes a maid, 
A virgin, and his fervant, fay to him. 

SUF . Words fweetly plac'd, and modeftly directed. 
But, madam, I muft trouble you again, 
No loving token to his majefty ? 

MAR. Yes, my good lord ; a pure unfpotted heart, 
Never yet taint with love, I fend the king. 

SUF. And this withal. \ki/esber. 

MAR. That for thyfelf; I will not fo presume, 
To fend fuch peevifh tokens to a king. 

[Exeunt REIGNIER, and MA RCA RET. 

SUF. O, wert thou for myfelf ! But, Suffolk, flay; 
Thou may'ft not wander in that labyrinth ; 
There minotaurs, and ugly treasons, lurk. 

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Sollicit Henry with her wondrous praise : 

Bethink thee on her virtues that furmount, 

And natural graces that extinguifh art ; 

Repeat their femblance often on the Teas, 

That, when thou com'ft to kneel at Henry* feet, 

Thou may 'ft bereave him of his wits with wonder. [Exit. 

SCENE IV. Camp oftbf Duke a/York, in Anjou. 
Eater YORK, WARWICK, and Others. 

TOR- Bring forth that forcerefs, condemn'd to burr,. 
Eater PUCELLE, guarded. Shepherd, her 
Father, <with her. 

She. Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright! 
Have I fought every country far and near, 
And, now it is my chance to find thee out, 
Muft I behold thy timelefs cruel death ? 
Ah, Joan, fweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee ! 

Puc. Decrepit miser! bafe ignoble wretch \ 
I am defcended of a gentler blood ; 
Thou art no father, nor no friend, of mine. 

She. Out, out ! _ My lords, an please you, 'tis not fo ; 
I did beget her, all the parifh knows : 
Her mother liveth yet, can teftify 
She was the firft-fruit of my batchelorfbip. 

Wj*. Gracelefs ! wilt thou deny thy parentage ? 

TOR. This argues what her kind of life hath been; 
Wicked and vile ; and fo her death concludes. 

She. Fie, Joan ! that thou wilt be fo obllacle ! 
God knows, thou art a collop of my flefh ; 
And for thy fake have I Ihed many a tear : 
Deny me not, I pr'ythee, gentle Joan. 

Pvc. Peasant, avant!_You have fuborn'd this man, 

3 Mad tuturall 

King Henry VI. 89 

Of purpose to obfcure my noble birth. 

She. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the prieft, 

The morn that I was wedded to her mother 

Kneel down and take my blefling, good my girl. 

Wilt thou not ftoop? Now curfed be the time 

Of thy nativity! I would, the milk 

Thy mother gave thee, when thou fuck'dft her bread, 

Had been a little ratsbane for thy fake ! 

Or elfe, when thou didft keep my lambs afield, 

I wim fome ravenous wolf had eaten thee ! 

Doft thou deny thy father, curfed drab ? 

O, burn her, burn her; hanging is too good. 

[Exit Shepherd, 

TOR, Take her away; for (he hath liv'd too long, 
To fill the world with vicious qualities. 

Puc . Firft, let me tell you whom you have condemnM 
Not me begotten of a fhepherd fwain, 
But ifl'u'd from the progeny of kings; 
Virtuous, and holy ; chosen from above, 
By infpiration of celeftial grace, 
To work exceeding miracles on earth. 
I never had to do with wicked fpirits : 
But you, that are polluted with your Jufts, 
Stain'd with the guiltlefs blood of innocents, 
Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices, 
Because you want the grace that others have, 
You judge it ftraight a thing impoffible 
To compafs wonders, but by help of devils : 
No, mifconceivers ; Jean of Arc hath been 
A virgin from her tender infancy, 
Chaft and immaculate in very thought ; 
"Whose maiden blood, thus rigoroufly effus'd, 

*9 mifconceived, Jcnt of /lire 

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Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven. 
TOR. Ay, ay ; _away with her to execution. 
WAR. And hark ye, firs ; because fne is a maid, 
Spare for no faggots, let there be enough : 
Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal flake, 
That fo her torture may be fhortened. 

Puc. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts ?__ 
Then, Joan, difcover thine infirmity; 
That warranteth by law to be thy priviledge. _ 
I am with child, ye bloody homicides : 
Murther not then the fruit within my womb, 
Although ye hale me to a violent death. 

To R. Now heaven forefend! the holy maid with child? 

WAR. The greatefl miracle that e'er ye wrought : 
Is all your ftrict precifenefs come to this ? 

TOR. She and the dauphin have been juggling : 
I did imagine what would be her refuge. 

WAR. Well, todl, go to ; we'll have no baftards live ; 
Efpecially, fmce Charles muft father it. 

Puc. You are deceiv'd ; my child is none of his j 
It was Aknscn, that enjoy'd my love. 

TOR. Alenson! that notorious Macbiavel ! 
It dies, an if it had a thousand lives. 

Puc. O, give me leave, I have deluded you; 
'Twas neither Charles, nor yet the duke I nam'd, 
But Reignitr, king of Naples, that prevail'd. 

WAR. A marry'd man ! that's moft intolerable. 

TOR. Why, here's a girl ! I think, me knows not well, 
There were fo many, whom fhe may accuse. 

WAR. It's fign, fhe hath been liberal and free. 

TOR. And, yet, forfooth, fhe is a virgin pure. _ 
Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat, and thee : 

King Henry VI. 91 

Use no entreaty, for it is in vain. [curfe: 

I'uc. Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my 
May never glorious fun reflex his beams 
Upon the country where you make abode ! 
But darknefs, and the gloomy made of death 
Environ you ; 'till mifchief, and defpair, 
Drive you to break your necks, or hang yourfelves ! 

[Exit) guarded. 

TOR. Break thou in pieces, and confume to afhes, 
You foul accurfed minifter of hell! 

Enter Cardinal Beaufort, attended. 

Car. Lord regent, T do greet your excellence 
With letters of commiilion from the king. 
For know, my lords, the ftates of chriiiendom, 
Mov'd with remorfe of these outrageous broils, 
Have earneftly implor'd a general peace 
Betwixt our nation and the afpiring French; 
And here at hand the dauphin, and his train, 
Approacheth, to confer about fome matters. 

TOR. Is all our travel turn'd to this effeft ? 
After the flaughter of fo many peers, 
So many captains, gentlemen, and foldiers, 
That in this quarrel have been overthrown, 
And fold their bodies for their country's benefit, 
Shall we at lad conclude effeminate peace? 
Have we not loft mod part of all the towns, 
By treason, falfhood, and by treachery, 

Our great progenitors had conquered ? 

O, Warwick, Warwick ! I forefee with grief 
The utter lofs of all the realm of France. 

WJIR. Be patient, Tork; if we conclude a peace. 
If fhall be with fuch ftrict and feverc covenant*, 

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As little (hall the Frenchmen gain thereby. 

Enter CHARLES, attended; REIGNIER, 
ALENSON, and Others. 

CHA. Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed, 
That peaceful truce (hall be proclaim'd in France, 
1 come to be informed by yourfelves 
What the conditions of that league muft be. 

YOR. Speak, Winchefter; for boiUng choler choaks 
The hollow pa/Tage of my prison'd voice, 
By fight of these our baleful enemies. 

Car. Charles, and the reit, it is enabled thus : 
That in regard king Henry gives conlent, 
Of meer compaffion, and or lenity. 
To ease your country of diftrefTful war, 
And fuffer you to breath in fruitful peace, 
You fhall become true liegemen to his crown : 
And, Charks, upon condition thou wilt fwear 
To pay him tribute, and fubmit thyfelf, 
Thou (halt be plac'd as vice-roy under him, 
And {till enjoy thy regal dignity. 

JLE. Mufl. he be then as fliadow of himfelf? 
Adorn his temples with a coronet ; 
And yet, in fubftance and authority, 
Retain but priviledge of a private man ? 
This proffer is abfurd and reasonlefs. 

CHA. 'Tis known, already that I am posseff'd 
Of more than half the Gallian territories, 
And therein reverenc'd for their lawful king : 
Shall I, for lucre of the reft unvanquiih'd, 
Detraft fo much from that prerogative, 
As to be call'd but vice-roy of the whole? 
No, lord embaflador; I'll rather keep 

poyfon'd *7 With more 

King Henry VI* 93 

That which I have, than, coveting for more, 
Be caft from poffibility of all. 

TOR. Infulting Charles! haft thou by fecret means 
Us'd interceffion to obtain a league ; 
And, now the matter grows to compromise, 
Stand'ft thou aloof upon comparifon ? 
Either accept the title thou usurp'ft, 
Of benefit proceeding from our king, 
And not of any challenge of desert, 
Or we will plague thee with inceflant wars. [nacv' 1 

RE i. " My lord [to Cha.] you do not well, in obili- 
' To cavil in the courfe of this contrail ;" 
' If once it be negledted, ten to one," 
' We (hall not find like opportunity." 

ALE. " To fay the truth, it is your policy," 
' To fave your fubjels from fuch mafTacre," 
" And ruthlefs /laughters, as are daily feen" 
*' By our proceeding in hoftility :" 
" And therefore take this compat of a truce," 
" Although you break it when your pleasure ferves." 

WjtR. How fay'il thou, Charles? (hall our condition 
ftand ? 

CHA. It mall : only reserv'd, you claim no intereft 
In any of our towns of garrifon. 

TOR. Then fwear allegiance to his nujefty; 
As thou art knight, never to difobey, 
Nor be rebellious to the crown of England, 
Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England. 
So, now difmifs your army when ye please ; 
Hang up your enfigns, let your drums be ftill, 
For here we entertain a folemn peace. [Exeunt, 

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SCENE V. London. A Room in tie Palace. 

Enter King Henry, and SUFFOLK, confer ring; 

GLOSTER, /ZW^EXETER, after them. 

Kin. Your wondrous rare defcription, noble earl, 
Of beauteous Margaret hath aftonifh'd me : 
Her virtues, graced with external gifts, 
Do breed love's fettl'd paffions in my heart : 
And like as rigour of tempeftuous gufts 
Provokes the mightiefl hulk againil the tide ; 
So am I driven, oy breath of her renown, 
Either to fuffer {hipwreck, or arrive 
Where I may have fruition of her love. 

SUF. Turn, my good lord! this fuperficial tale 
Is but a preface of her worthy praise : 
The chief perfections of that lovely dame 
(Had I fufficient {kill to utter them) 
Would make a volume of enticing lines, 
Able to ravifh any dull conceit. 
And, which is more, (he is not fb divine, 
So full replete with choice of all delights, 
But, with as humble lowlinefs of mind, 
She is content to be at your command ; 
Command, I mean, of virtuous chart intents, 
To love and honour Henry as her lord. 

Kin. And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume : _*-. 
Therefore, my lord protector, give confent, 
That Margaret may be England's royal queen. 

GLO. So mould 1 give confent to flatter fin. 
You know, my lord, your highnefs is betroth'J 
Unto another lady of eiteem ; 
How mall we then diipenfe with that contract, 
And not deface your honour with reproach ? 

King Henry VI. 95 

SUF. As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths; 
Or one, that, at a triumph having vow'd 
To try his ftrength, forfaketh yet the lifts 
By reason of his adverfary's odds : 
A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds, 
And therefore may be broke without offence. 

GLO. Why, what ([ pray) is Margaret more than that? 
Her father is no better than an earl, 
Although in glorious titles he excel. 

SUF. Yes, my good lord, her father is a king, 
The king of Naples, and Jerusalem ; 
And of fuch great authority in France, 
As his alliance will confirm our peace, 
And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance. 

GLO. And fo the earl of Armagnac may do, 
Because he is near kinsman untc Charles. 

EXE. Befide, his wealth doth warrant liberal dower ; 
Where Reignier fooner will receive, than give. 

SUF. A dower, my lords ! difgrace not fo your king, 
That he mould be fo abject, bafe, and poor, 
To choose for wealth, and not for perfect love. 
Henry is able to enrich his queen, 
And not to feek a queen to make him rich : 
So worthlefs peasants bargain for their wives, 
As market-men for oxen, fheep, or horfe. 
But marriage is a matter of more worth, 
Than to be dealt in by attorneylhip ; 
Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects, 
Muft be companion of his nuptial bed : 
And therefore, lords, fince he affects her moft, 
Jt moft of all these reasons bindeth us, 
In our opinions Ihe fhould be prefer'd, 

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For what is wedlock forced, but a hell, 

An age of difcord and continual ftrife ? 

Whereas the contrary bringeth forth blifs, 

And is a pattern of celeftial peace. 

Whom fhould we match with Henry, being a king, 

But Margaret, that is daughter to a king? 

Her peerlefs feature, joined with her birth, 

Approves her fit for none, but for a king : 

Her valiant courage, and undaunted fpirit, 

(More than in women commonly is feen) will 

Anfwer our hope in iflue of a king ; 

For Henry, fon unto a conqueror, 

Is likely to beget more conquerors, 

Jf with a lady of fo high resolve, 

As is fair Margaret, he be link'd in love. 

Then yield, my lords ; and here conclude with me, 

That Margaret (hall be queen, and none but fhe. 

Kin. Whether it be through force of your report, 
My noble lord of Suffolk ; or for that 
My tender youth was never yet attaint 
With any paflion of inflaming love, 
I cannot tell ; but this I am aflur'd, 
I feel fuch (harp diflention in my breaft, 
Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear, 
As I am (ick with working of my thoughts. 
Take, therefore, fhipping; port, my lord, to France; 
Agree to any covenants; and procure 
That lady Margaret do vouchfafe to come 
To crofs the feas to England, and be crown'd 
King Henry's faithful and anointed queen : 
For your expences and fufficient charge, 
Among the people gather up a tenth. 

King Henry VI. 97 

Be gone, I fay ; for, 'till you do return, 

I reft perplexed with a thousand cares. _ 

And you, good uncle, bauilh all offence : 

If you do cenfure me by what you were, 

Not what you are, I know it will excuse 

This fudden execution of my will. 

And fo conduft me, where from company 

I may revolve and ruminate my grief. , [Exit. 

GLO. Ay, grief, I fear me, both at firft and laft. 

[Exeunt GLOSTER, and EXETER. 

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


O r. 


Part II. 


Perfoni refrtitnttd. 

King Henry tbejixtb : 

Humphrey, Duke o/"Glofter, kit Uncle. 

Cardinal Beaufort, Bijhop of Winchefter. 

Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York : 

Edward, and Richard, bis Sons. 

Duhs o/"Somerfet, Suffolk, and Buckingham. 

Earl of Salisbury. Earl of Warwick. 

Lord Clifford, and bis Son. Lord Say. 

Lord Scales, Governor of the Tower. 

Sir Humphrey Stafford, and bis Brother. Sir John Stanley. 

Hume, aPrieft: Southwd, rfWBolingbroke, Sorcerers: 

a Spirit, raised by them, a Herald, four MeJJingers. 

Tho. Homer, an Armorer: Peter, bis Man. t-ivo Petitioners. 

Neighbours of Homer, three. t*wo Prentices, a Citizen. 

Sheriff of London, a Gentleman, two Murtberers. 

Mayor, Beadle, Townsman cf Saint Alban's . 

Simpcox, an Impvjlor. Servant o/Glofter. C^r^ 

a Sea-captain, Mafier, and Mafter's Mate; and 

WaherWhitmore. tnvo Gentlemen, Prisoners ivitb Suffolk. 

George, John, Dick, Will, Michael, aud another, Rebel* ; 

Jack Cade, their Leader. Iden, a Kentiih Gentleman. 

Margaret, Queen to Henry. 

Eleanor, Dutchefs o/'Glofter. 

Mother Jourdain, a Witch. Wife to Simpcox. 

Lords, Ladies, and divers other Attendants ; Soldiers of the 
different Armies, Citizens, &c. 

Scent, England ; 

d Part tf 

King HENRY tbtfixtb. 


SCENE I. London. A Room of State in the Palace. 
Flourijh of Trumpets, &c. Enter, on one Side, King Henry ; 
Du&eofGi.osTEX., Cardinal Beaufort, the Lords SALIS- 
BURY, WARWICK, &c : ontbe other, ^ueen Margaret, lea, 

and Other i, following. 

SUF. As by your high imperial majefty 
I had in charge at my depart for France, 
As procurator to your excellence, 
To marry princefs Margaret for your grace ;. 
So, in the famous ancient city, Tours, 
In presence of the kings of France, and Sidle, 
The dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretaigne, Alenson, 
Seven earls, twelve barons, twenty reverend biihops, 
I have perform'd my talk, and was efpous'd : 
And humbly now upon my bended knee* 
In fight of England and her lordly peers, 
Deliver up my title in the queen 
To your moil gracious hand, tha.t are the fubtfance 
Of that great fhadow I did reprefent ; 
The happiefl gift that ever marquefs gave, 
The fakeft queen that ever king receiv'd. 

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Kin. Suffolk, arise. Welcome, queen Margaret : 
I can expreis no kinder fign of love, 
Than this "f kind kifs. _O Lord, that lends me life, 
Lend me a heart replete with thankfulnefs ! 
For thou haft given me, in this beauteous face, 
A world of earthly blefiings to my foul, 
If fympathy of love unite our thoughts. 

Que. Great king of England, and my gracious lord; 
The mutual conference that my mind hath had 
By day, by night; waking, and in my dreams j 
In courtly company, or at my beads, 
With you mine alder-liefeft fovereign, 
Makes me the bolder to falute my king 
With ruder terms; fuch as my wit affords, 
And over-joy of heart doth minifter. 

Kin. Her fight did ravifh : but her grace in fpeech, 
Her words y- clad with wisdom's majefty, 
Makes me, from wond'ring, fall to weeping joys ; 
Such is the fulnefs of my heart's content. _ 
Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love. 

all. Long live queen Mar gar 'et, England's happinefs ! 

Que. We thank you all. \Flourijh. 

Suf. My lord protector, fo it please your grace, 
Here are the particles of contracted peace, 
Between our fovereign and the French king Charles, 
For eighteen months concluded by confent. 

GLO. [reads.] Imprimis, it is agreed between the 
French king, Charles, and William de la Poole, mar- 
quejs of Suffolk, embaffador for Henry king o/'England, 
~~tbat the Jaid Henry jhall efpouse the lady Margaret, 
daughter to Reignier king of Naples, Sicily, and Jeru- 
salem ; and crown her queen o/"England, ere the thirtieth 

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e/"May next enfuing. Item, flat the tfvtekiu ef 

Anjou and Maine Jhall be re leafed and delivered to the 
king her fa ~~ 
Kin. Uncle, how now ? 
GLO. Pardon me, gracious lord; 
Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me at the heart, 
And dim'd mine eyes, that I can read no further. 
Kin. Uncle of Wincbefter, I pray, read on. 
Car. [taking the Paper from G\o. and reading. ,] Item, 
it is further agreed between them, that the dutchies of 
Anjou and Maine Jhall be releafed and delivered to the 
king her fat her; and jhe fent over of the king ^Eng- 
land'.; oivn prefer cojt and charges, without having any 
dowry. [gotl down : 

Kin. They please us well. Lord marquefs, kneel 

We here create thee the firit duke of Sujjclk, 

And girt thee~|~ with the fword 

Cousin of Tor k, we here difcharge your grace 

From being regent in the parts of France, 

'Till term of eighteen months be full expir'd._ 

Thanks, uncle Winchejler, Glofler, York, and Buckingham, 

Somerj'et, Salisbury, and Warwick, tl)an&0 ; 

We thank you all for this great favour done, 

In entertainment to my princely queen. 

Gome, let us in ; and with all fpeed provide 

To fee her coronation be perform'd. 

[Exeunt King, Queen, and SUFFOLK, 
GLO. Brave peers of England, pillars of the Hate, 
To you duke Humphrey muft unload his grief, 
Your grief, the common grief of alj the land. 
What! did my brother Henry fpend his youth, 
Jiis valour, cojn, and people, in the wars? 

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Did he fb often lodge in open field, 
In winter's cold, and fummer'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 yourfelves, Scmerfet, Buckingham* 
Brave York, and Salisbury, victorious Warwick, 
Receiv'd deep fears in France and Normandy ? 
Or hath mine uncle Beaufort, and myfelf, 
With all the learned counfel of the realm, 
Study'd fo long, fat in the council-houfe, 
Early and late, debating to and fro 
How France and Frenchmen might be kept in a\ve ? 
Or hath his highnefs in his infancy 
25een crown'd in Paris, in defpight of foes ; 
And mall these labours, and these honours, die? 
Shall Henry's conqueft, Bedford's vigilance, 
Your deeds of xvar, and all our counfel, die ? 
O peers of England, fhameful is this league! 
Fatal this marriage! cancelling your fame; 
Blotting your names from books of memory; 
Rafing the characters of your renown ; 
Reverfing monuments of conquer'd France ; 
Undoing all, as all had never been ! 

Car. Nephew, what means this pafiionate diftour 
This peroration with fuch circumftance ? 
For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it ftill. 

GLO. Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can; 
But now it is impoffible we mould : 
Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roaft, 
Hath given the dutchies of Anjou and Maine 
Unto the poor king Reignier, whose large ftyle 

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Agrees not with the leannefs of his purfe. 

SJL. Now, by the death of him that dy'd for all, 
These counties were the keys of Normandy : 
But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant fon? 

WJIR . For grief that they are paft recovery : 
For, were there hope to conquer them again, 
My fword Ihould fhed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. 
Jttijou and Maine ! myfelf did win them both; 
Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer: 
And are the cities, that I got with wounds, 
Deliver'd up again with peaceful words ? 
Mort Dieu ! 

TOR. For Suffolk's duke may he be fuffocate, 
That dims the honour of this warlike ifle ! 
France fhould 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 fums of gold, and dowries, with their wives; 
And our king Henry gives away his own, 
To match with her that brings no vantages. 

GLO. A proper jeft, and never heard before, 
That Suffolk fhould demand a whole fifteenth, 
For colts and charges in tranfporting her! 
She mould have Itay'd in Prance, and ftarv'd in France, 
Before - 

Car. My lord of Glofter, now you grow too hot ; 
It was the pleasure of my lord the king. 

GLO. My lord of Winchefter, I know your mind; 
'Tis not my fpeeches that you do miflike, 
But 'tis my presence that doth trouble you. 
Rancour will out, proud prelate; in thy face 
\ fee thy fury: if J longer ftay, 

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We fhall begin our ancient bickerings : 

Lordings, farewel ; and fay, when I am gone, 

I prophefy'd France will be loft ere long. [Exit. 

Car. So, there goes our protedtor 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. 
Confider, lords, he is the next of blood, 
And heir apparent to the Englijh crown ; 
Had Henry got an empire by his marriage, 
And all the wealthy kingdoms of the weft, 
There's reason he (hould be difpleas'd at it : 
Look to it, lords ; let not his fmoothing words 
Bewitch your hearts ; be wise, and circumfpeft. 
What though the common people favour him, 
Calling him Humphrey, the good duke of Glofler $ 
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 glofs, 
He will be found a dangerous proteftor. 

Bvc. Why mould he then proteft our fovereign, 
He being of age to govern of himfelf.' 
Cousin of Somerfet, join you with me, 
And, all together, with the duke of Suffolk , 
We quickly hoife duke Humphrey from his feat. 

Car. This weighty businefs will not brook delay ; 
I'll to the duke of Suffolk presently. [Exit. 

SOM. Cousin of Buckingham, tho' Humphrey's pride, 
And greatnefs of his place be grief to us, 
Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal ; 
His infolence is more intolerable 

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Than all the princes in the land befide ; 
If Glofter be difplac'd, he'll be protector. 

Bvc. Thou, or I, Somerfet, will be proted"lor, 
Defpight duke Humphrey, or the cardinal. 

[Exeunt Buc. and SOM. 

SAL. Pride goes before, ambition follows him. 
While these do labour for their own preferment, 
Behoves it us to labour for the realm. 
I never faw but Humphrey duke of Glcfler 
Did bear him like a noble gentleman : 
Oft have I feen the haughty cardinal 
More like a foldier, than a man o'the church ; 
As flout, and proud, as he were lord of all, 
Swear like a ruffian, and demean himfelf 
Unlike the ruler of a common-weal. _ 
Warwick my fon, the comfort of my age, 
Thy deeds, thy plainnefs, and thy houfe- keeping, 
Hath won the greateft favour of the commons, 
Excepting none but good duke Humphrey: _ 
And, brother York, thy adls in Ireland, 
In bringing them to civil difcipline ; 
Thy late exploits done in the heart of France, 
When thou wert regent for our fovereign, 
Have made thee fear'd, and honour'd, of the people :-. 
Join we together, for the publick good ; 
In what we can, to bridle and fupprefs 
The pride of Suffolk, and the cardinal, 
With Somerfefs and Buckingham's ambition ; 
And, as we may, cherifh duke Humphrey's deeds, 
While they do tend to profit of the land. 

WAR. So God help Warwick, as he loves the land, 
And common profit of his country. 

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TOR. And fo fays Tork, for he hath greateft cause. 

SAL . Then let's make hafte, and look unto the main. 

WJK. Unto the main! O, father, Maine is loft; 
That Maine, which by main force Warwick did win, 
And would have kept, fo long as breath did laft : 
Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant, Maine\ 
Which I will win from France, or elfe be (lain. 
^- [Exeunt WAR. and SAL, 

Ton. jQnjcu, and Maine, are given to the French} 
Paris is loft ; the ftate of Normandy 
Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone : 
Suffolk concluded on the articles ; 
The peers agreed ; and Henry was well pleas'd, 
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 penn'worth of their pillage, 
And purchafe friends, and give to courtezans, 
Still revelling, like lords, 'till all be gone : 
While as the filly owner of the goods 
W r eeps over them, and wrings his haplefs hands, 
And fhakes his head, and'trembling Hands aloof, 
While all is ftiar'd, and all is born away ; 
Ready to flarve, and dares not touch his own. 
So Tork muft fit, and fret, and bite his tongue, 
While his own lands are bargain'd for, and fold. 
Methinks, the realms of England, France, and Ireland* 
Bear that proportion to my fleih and blood, 
As did the fatal brand Althca burnt, 
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, 

hafte away, and - + dare 

King Henry VI. 1 1 

Even as I have of fertile England's foil. 

A day will come, when York ihall claim his own ; 

And therefore I will take the Newts' parts, 

And make a (hew of love to proud duke Humphrey, 

And, when I fpy advantage, claim the crown, 

For that's the golden mark I feek to hit : 

Nor (hall proud Lancafter usurp my right, 

Nor hold the fcepter in his childifh fift, 

Nor wear the diadem upon his head, 

Whose church-like humour fits not for a crown. 

Then, Fork, be flill a while, 'till time do ferve : 

Watch thou, and wake, when others be afleep, 

Fo pry into the fecrets of the ftate ; 

Till Henry, furfeiting in joys of love, 

Vith his new bride, and England's dear-bought queen, 

\nd Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars : 

n will I raise aloft the milk-white rose, 
Vith whose fweet fmell the air (hall be perfum'd j 
Lnd in my ftandard bear the arms of York, 
To grapple with the houfe of Lancafter ; 
\nd, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown, 
Vhose bookifh rule hath pull'd fair .#/#;/ down. [Exit. 

SCENE II. The fame. A Room in Glofter'j Houfe. 

Enter G L o s T E R , and bis Dut chefs. 
Dut. Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn, 
jlanging the head at Ceres* plenteous load ? 
i^hy doth the great duke Humphrey knit his brows, 
Ls frowning at the favours of the world ? 
|/hy are thine eyes fix'd to the fullen earth, 
irazing on that which feems to dim thy fight? 
l/^hat fee'it thou there ? king //^ry's diadem, 

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Jnchaf'd with all the honours of the world ? 
If fo, gaze on, and grovel on thy face, 
Until thy head be circl'd with the fame. 
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold : 
What, is't too fhort ? I'll lengthen it with mine: 
And, having both together heav'd it up, 
We'll both together lift our heads to heaven; 
And never more abafe our fight fo low, 
As to vouchfafe one glance unto the ground. 

GLO. O AW/, fweet Nell, if thou doft love thy lord, 
Banifli the canker of ambitious thoughts : 
And may that thought, when I ijnagine ill 
Againft my king and nephew, virtuous Henry, 
Be my laft breathing in this mortal world ! 
My troublous dream this night doth make me fad. 

Dut. Whatdrea.-n'd my lord ? tell me, and I'll requite! 
With fweet rehearfal of my morning's dream. 

GLO. Methought,thisftaff, 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 plac'd the heads of Edmond duke of Somerfet, 
And William de la Poole firft duke of Suffolk. 
This was my dream ; what it doth bode, God know?. 

Dut. Tut, this was nothing but an argument, 
That he, that breaks a Itick of G/o/fcr's grove, 
Shall lose his head for his presumption. 
But lift to me, my Humphrey, my fweet duke : 
Methought, I fat in feat of majefty, 
Jn the cathedral church of Wejlminfter, 
And in that chair where kings and queens are cro\vn'd 
Where Ktnry t and dame Margaret, kneel'd to me, 

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And on my head did fet the diadem. 

GLO. Nay, Eleanor, then muft I chide out-right : 
Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor ! 
Art thou not fecond woman in the realm ; 
And the proteftor's wife, belov'd of him? 
Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command, 
Above the reach or compafs of thy thought? 
And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery, 
To tumble down thy husband, and thyfelf, 
From top of honour to difgrace's feet ? 
Away from me, and let me hear no more. 

Dut. What, what, my lord ! are you fo cholerick 
With Eleanor, for telling but her dream ? 
Next time, I'll keep my dreams unto myfelf, 
And not be check'd. 

GLO. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again. 
Enter a Meflenger. 

Me/. My lord proteftor, 'tis his highnefs' pleasure, 
You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's, 
Whereas the king and queen do mean to hawk. 

GLO. I go. Come, AW/, thou wilt ride with us too f 

Dut. Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently 

[Exeunt GLO. and Mef. 
Follow I muft, I cannot go before, 
While Glofter bears this bafe and humble mind. 
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood, 
I would remove these tedious ftumbling-blocks, 
And fmooth my way upon their headlefs necks : 
And, being a woman, I will not be flack 
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. 


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Enter HUME. 

HUM. Jesu preserve your royal majefty ! 

Dut, My majetty ! why, man, I am but grace. 

HUM. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, 
Your grace's title (hall be multiply'd. 

Dut. What fay'ft thru, man r hail thou as yet confer'd 
With Margery "Jovrcain, the cunning witch; 
With Roger Botingbrook, the conjurer ? 
And will they undertake to do me good ? 

HUM. This they havepromised, to fhewyourhighnefs 
A fpirit rais'd from depth of under ground, 
That (hall make anfwer to fuch queftions. 
As by your grace ihall be propounded him. 

Dut. It is enough, I'll think upon the queftions : 
When from Saint Albany we do make return, 
We'll fee those things effected to the full. 
Here, Hume, take this ^reward; make merry, man, 
With thy confederates in this weighty cause. 

[Exit Dutchefs. 

HUM Hume muft make merry with the dutchefs' gold ; 
Marry, and (hall. But, how now, fa John Hume? 
Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum; 
The businefs afketh filent fecrefy. 
Dame Eleanor gives gold, to bring the witch : 
Gold cannot come amifs, were (he a devil. 
Yet have I gold, fiies from another coaft : 
I dare not lay, from the rich cardinal, 
And from the great and new-made duke of Suffolk; 
Yet I do find it fo: for, to be plain, 
They, knowing dame Eleanor's afpiring humour, 
Have hired me to undermine the dutchefs, 
And buz these conjurations in her brain. 

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They fay, A crafty knave does need no broker j 

Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker: 

Hume, if you take not heed, you mall go near 

To call them both a pair of crafty knaves. 

Well, fo it ftands : And thus, I fear, at laft, 

Hume's knavery will be the dutchefs' wreck ; 

And her attainture will be Humphreys fall : 

Sort how it will, I (hall have gold for all. [Exit. 

SCENE III. The fame. A Room in the Palace. 
Enter PETER, and Others, with Petitions. 

1 P. My matters, let's Hand clofe ; my lord protec- 
tor will come this way by and by, and then we may de- 
liver our fupplications in the quill. 

2 P. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good 
man ! Jesu blefs him ! 

Enter SUFFOLK, and Queen. 

PET. Here 'a comes, methinks, and the queen with 
him : I'll be the firft, fure. 

2 P. Come back, fool ; this is the duke of Suffolk, 
and not my lord protector. 

SUF. How now, fellow ? would'ft any thing with me ? 

i P. I pray, my lord, pardon me ! I took ye for my 
lord protedtor. 

Que. For my lord prote&or ! are your fupplications 
to his lordfhip : Let me fee them : What is thine ? 

[taking a Petition. 

i P. Mine is, an't please your grace, againft John 
Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my houfe, 
and lands, and wife and all, from me. 

SUF. Thy wife too: that is fome wrong, indeed 

What's yours 1 ^.{taking another.} What's here! [reads.] 

*> S}ueern, To my 

P 2 

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dgainft tie Juke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of 
Melford._How now, fir knave? 

2 P. Alas, fir, I am but a poor petitioner of our 
whole townlhip. 

Pi. T. [giving his Petition] Againft my matter, Tho- 
mas Homer, for faying, That the duke of York was 
rightful heir to the crown. 

<%ue. What fay'fl thou? Did the duke of York fay, 
he was rightful heir to the crown ? 

PIT. That my miftrefs was ? No, forfooth : my ma- 
fter faid, That he was ; and that the king was an usurper. 

SVF. Who is there ? [Enter Servant;.] Take this 
fellow in, and fend for his mafter with a purfuivant 
presently : _ we'll hear more of your matter before the 
king. [Exeunt Servants, iuith PETER. 

^ue. And as for you, that love to be prote&ed 
Under the wings of our protector's grace, 
Begin your fuits anew, and fue to him. 

[tears the Petitions. 
Away, bafe cullions ! Suffolk, let them go. 

i P. Come, let's be gone. [Exeunt Petitioners. 

Que. My lord of Suffolk, fay, is this the guise, 
Is this the fafhion in the court of England? 
Is this the government of Britain's isle, 
And this the royalty of Albion's king ? 
What, (hall king Henry be a pupil ftill, 
Under the furly G/o/fer's governance ? 
Am I a queen in title and in ftyle, 
And mull be made a fubjeft to a duke ? 
I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours 
Thou ran'ft a tilt in honour of my love, 
And ftol'ft away the ladies' hearts of France; 

} Fafliioni 

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I thought, king Henry had resembl'd thee, 

In courage, courtfhip, and proportion : 

But all his mind is bent to holinefs, 

To number Awe-Maries on his beads : 

His champions are the prophets, and apoftles ; 

His weapons, holy faws of facred writ; 

His ftudy is his tilt-yard, and his loves 

Are brazen images of canoniz'd faints. 

I would, the colledge of the cardinals 

Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rente, 

And fet the triple crown upon his head ; 

That were a ftate fit for his holinefs. 

SUF. Madam, be patient : as I was cause 
Your highnefs came to England, fo will i 
In England work your grace's full content. 

$>ue . Befide the haught protedlor, have we Beaufort, 
The imperious churchman; Somerfet, Buckingham* 
And grumbling York : and not the lead of these, 
But can do more in England than the king. 

SUF. And he of these, that can do moil of all, 
Cannot do more in England than the Nevils : 
Salisbury, and Warwick, are no fimple peers. 

Que. Not all these lords do vex me half fo much, 
As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife. 
She fweeps it through the court with troops of ladies, 
More like an emprefs, 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 (he fcorns our poverty : 
Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her ? 
Contemptuous bafe-born callot as ihe is,. 
She vaunted 'mongfl her minions t'other day, 


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The very train of her worft wearing-gown 
Was better worth than all my father's lands, 
'Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter. 

SUF. Madam, myfelf have lim'd a bufh for her; 
And placed a quire of fuch enticing birds, 
That (he will light to Hften to their lays. 
And never mount to trouble you again. 
So, let her reft : And, madam, lift to me ; 
For I am bold to counfel you in this. 
Although we fancy not the cardinal, 
Yet muft we join with him, and with the lords, 
'Till we have brought duke Humphrey in difgrace : 
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 laft, 
And you yourfelf (hall fteer the happy helm. 

Enter King Henry; YORK, and SOMERSET, 

talking 'with him j DuieofGLOSTEV., aWDutchefs, 

Cardinal Beaufort, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY, 


Kin. For my part, noble lords, I care not which ; 
Or Scmer/et, or York, all's one to me. 

YOR. IfYtrk have ill demean'd himfelf in France, 
Then let him be denay'd the regentfhip. 

Sou. If Somerfet be unworthy of the place, 
Let York be regent, I will yield to him. 

WAR. Whether your grace be worthy, yea, or no, 
Difpute not that ; York is the worthier. 

Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters fpeak. 

WAR. The cardinal's not my better in the field. 

Sue. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick. 

WAR. Warwick may live to be the beft of all. 

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SAL . Peace, fon ;_and (hew fome reason, Buckingham, 
Why Scmerfet fhould be prefer'd in this. 

Que. Because the king, forfooth, will have it fo. 

Gio. Madam, the king is old enough himfelf 
To give his cenfure : these are no women's matters. 

Qj/e. If he be old enough, what needs your grace 
To be protector of his excellence ? 

GLO. Madam, I am proteftor of the realm; 
And, at his pleasure, will resign my place. 

SUP. Resign it then, and leave thine infolence. 
Since thou wert king, (as who is king, but thou r) 
The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck : 
The dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the feas; 
And all the peers and nobles of the realm 
Have been as bondmen to thy fovereignty. [bags, 

Car. The commons haft thou rack'd; the clergy's 
Are lank and lean with thy extortions. 

SOM. Thy fumptuous buildings, and thy wife's attire, 
Have coft a mafs of publick treasury. 

Buc. Thy cruelty in execution, 
Upon offenders, hath exceeded law, 
And left thee to the mercy of the law. 

Que. Thy fale of offices, and towns in France,~~ 
If they were known, as the fufpecl is great, 
Would make thee quickly hop without thy head. 

Give me my fan ; What, minion, can you not? 

[gives the Dutcbeft a Bex on the Ear. 
I cry you mercy, madam ; Was it you ? 

Dut. Was't I ? yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman : 
Could I come near your beauty with my nails, 
I'd fet my ten commandments in your face. 

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Kin. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas againfl her will. 

Dut, Againft her will, good king ? look to't in time ; 
She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby : 
Though in this place moft m after wears no breeches, 
She (hall not ftrike dame Eleanor unreveng'd. 

[Exit Dutchefs. 

Buc. " Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor ;" 
" And liften after Humphrey^ how he proceeds:" 
" She's tickl'd now ; her fume can need no fpurs," 
" She'll gallop fad enough to her deftruftion." 

Re-enter GLOSTER. 

GLO. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown 
With walking once about the quadrangle, 
1 come to talk of commonwealth affairs. 
As for your fpiteful falfe objections, 
Prove them, and I lye open to the law : 
But God in mercy fo deal with my foul. 
As I in duty love my king and country ! 
But, to the matter that we have in hand : _ 
I fay, my fovereign, York is meeteft man 
To be your regent in the realm of France. 

SVF. Before we make election, give me leave 
To (hew fome reason, of no little force, 
That York is moft unmeet of any man. 

You. I'll tell thee, Sutfbtt, why I am unmeet, 
Firft, for I cannot flatter thee in pride : 
Next, if I be appointed for the place, 
My lord of Somerfet will keep me here, 
Without difcharge, money, or furniture, 
*Till France be won into the dauphin's hands : 
Laft time, I danc'd attendance on his will, 

10 farre enough 

King Henry VI. i 

'Till Paris was befieg'd, famifh'd, and loft. 

WAR . That can I witnefs ; and a fouler faft 
Did never traitor in the land commit. 

SVF. Peace, head-ftrong Warwick ! 

WAR. Image of pride, why {hould I hold my peace? 
Enter Servants of Suffolk, bringing in 
the Armorer, and his Man . 

SUF. Because here is a man accus'd of treason : 
Pray God, the duke of York excuse himfelf. 

TOR. Doth any one accuse Tork for a traitor ? [these ? 

Kin. What mean'ft thou, Suffolk ; tell me ? What are 

SUF. Please it your majefty, this is the man 
That doth accuse his mafter of high treason : 
His words were these ; that Richard, duke of Tork, 
Was rightful heir unto the Engtijh crown; 
And that your majefty was an usurper. 

Kin. Say, man, were these thy words ? 

Jlrm. An't fhall please your majefty, I never faid 
nor thought any fuch matter: God is my witnefs, I am 
falfely accus'd by the villain. 

PMT. By these ten bones, my lords, he did fpeak 
them to me in the garret one night, as we were fcour- 
ing my lord of Tories armour. 

TOR. Bafe dunghil villain, and mechanical, 
I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's fpeech :_- 
I do befeech your royal majefty, 
Let him have all the rigour of the law. 

Arm. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I fpake the 
words. My accuser is my prentice ; and when I did 
correft him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon 
his knees he would be even with me : I have good wit- 
nefs of this ; therefore, I befeech your majefty, do not 

22 Tie fecend Part of 

caft away an honeft man for a villain's accusation. 

Kin, Uncle, what ftiall we fay to this in law ? 

GLO. This do, my lord, if I may be te judge, 
Let Scmerfet be regent o'er the French, 
Because in York this breeds fufpicion : 
And let these have a day appointed them 
For fingle combat, in convenient place; 
For he hath witnefs of his fervant's malice : 
This is the law, and this duke Humphrey's doom, 

SOM. I humbly thank your royal miijefty. 

Arm. And I accept the combat willingly. 

PET. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's fake, 
pity my cafe ! the fight of my mailer prevaileth againlt 
me. O, Lord have mercy upon me ! I mall never be 
able to fight a blow : O Lord, my heart ! 

GLO. Sirrah, or you muft fight, or elfe be hang'd. 

Kin. Away with them to prison : and the day 
Of combat (hall be the laft of the next month.. 
Come, Somerfet, we'll fee thee fent away. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. The fame. Glofter'j Garden. 

A Table fet out, and Things proper for the Incantation,. 


and Mother JOURDAIN. 

HUM . Come, my mafters ; the dutchefs, I tell you, 
expefts performance of your promises. 

OL. MaderHume, we are therefore provided : Will 
her ladyfhip behold and hear our exorcisms ? 

HUM. Ay ; What elfe ? fear you not her courage. 
BOL. I have heard her reported to be a woman of 
an invincible fpirit : But it (hall be convenient, matter 
Hume, that you be by her aloft, while be busy below ; 

3 doome, my ' J the fpight of my man prc- 

King Henry VI. 23 

and fo, I pray you, go in God's name, and leave us. 

[Exit HUME. 
Mother Jour Jain, be you proftrate, and grovel on the 

earth : JohnSoutbiuel, read you ; and let us to our work. 

Enter Dutchefs, at a Window, above. 
Dut. Well faid, my matters; and welcome all. Come, 
to this geer ; the Jooner the better. 

BOL . Patience, good lady ; wizards know their times : 
Deep night, dark night, the filent of the night, 
The time of night when Trc,y was fet on fire ; 
The time when fcritch-owls cry, and ban dogs howl, 
And fpirits wa!k, and ghofts break up their graves, 
That time bed fits the \voik we have in hand. 
Madam, fit you, and fear not ; whom we raise, 
We will make faft within a hallow'd verge. 

Here tf)Pp do the Ceremonies belonging, and 
make the Circle: Bolingbrook, or Southwel, reads* 
Conjuro te, &c. // thunders and lightens terribly ; 

then the Spirit riseth. 
Spi. AJjum. 
jou. Asmath, 

By the eternal God, whose name and power 
Thou trembl'ft at, anfvver that I (hall afk ; 
For, 'till thou fpeak, thou fhalt not pafs from hence. 
Spi. Aflc what thou wilt :_That 1 had faid and done ! 
OL. fir ft, of the king; \readingout of a Paper. ~\ What 

Jhall become of him ? 

Spi. The duke yet lives, that Henry {hall depose ; 
But him out-live, and die a violent death. 

[Southwel writes the An/wer. 
Bo L , What fate awaits the duke of S u ffbl k ? 
Sft. By Water fliall he die, and take his end. 

24 ThefecondPartof 

BOL. Whatjhall befal the duke of Somerfet ? 

Spi. Let him fhun caftles ; 

Safer fhall he be on fand, 
Than where caftles mounted ftand. 
Have done, for more I hardly can endure. 

JBoi. Defcend to darknefs, and the burning lake ; . 
Falfe fiend, avoid ! [Thunder. Spirit defcends* 

A Noise of breaking in. 

Enter YORK, and BUCKINGHAM, baflily ; 

Guard, and Others, <iuith them. 

TOR . Lay hands upon these traitors, and their tram.. 

Beldame, I think, we watch'd you to an inch. 

What, madam, are you there ? the king and commonweal 

Are deep indebted for this piece of pains ; 

My lord prote&or will, I doubt it not, 

See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts, 

Dut. Not half fo bad as thine to England's king, 
Injurious duke; that threat'ft where is no cause. 

Buc. True, madam, none at all' What call you this ? 
[Jhewing her the Papers, 

Away with them ; let them be clap'd up clofe, 
And kept afunder : ^You, madam, fhall with us ; __ 
Stafford^ take her to thee. [Exeunt fame to the Dut. 

We'll fee your trinkets here forth-coming all ; 
Away. [Exeunt others, nvith BOL. Sou. 

To*. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd 
A pretty plot, well chose to build upon ! [well : 

Now, pray, my lord, let's fee the devil's writ. 
What have we here ? [taking the Papers, and reading, 

The duke yet lives, that Henry Jhall depose ; 
But him out -live, and die a violent death* 
Why, this is juft, 

3 v. Nte. 4 deeply in- *7 chofen 



King Henry VI. 25 

Aio tt, JEacida, Romanes sincere pot. 
Well, to the reft : 

Sh t What fate awaits the duke of Suffolk ? 
$[ By Water jh all he die, and take his end. 
, What Jh all befal the duke of Somerfet ? 
2, Let him Jhun caftles; 

Safer Jhall he be on fand, 
Than 'where caftles mounted ft ana. 
Come, come atoa?, my lords : these oracles 
Are hardily attain'd, and hardly underftood. 
The king is now in progrefs towards Saint Albans\ 
With him, the husband of this lovely lady : 
Thither go these news, as faft as horfe can carry them ; 
A forry breakfaft for my lord prote&or. 

Buc. Your grace (hall give me leave, my lord of Tork, 
To be the poft, in hope of his reward. 

You. . At your pleasure, my good lord Who's within 
there, ho ! 

Enter a Servant. 

Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick, 
To fup with me to-morrow night _ Away. [Exeunt. 

A c r u. 

SCENE I. Saint Alban's. Entrance of the Town. 

Enter King, Queen, GLOSTER, Cardinal, andSuffOLK. ; 

<witb Attendants, and Falconers, hallooing, 

Que. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook, 
I faw not better fport these feven years' day : 
Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high ; 
And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out. 

1 are hardly att 

26 Tbi fetona" Part 6f 

Kin. But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, 
And what a pitch (he flew above the reft ! _ 
To fee how God in all his creatures works ! 
Yea, man and birds, are fain of climbing high. 

SVF. No marvel, an it like your majefty, 
My lord protector's hawks do tower fo well ; 
They know, their mafler loves to be aloft, 
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. 

GLO. My lord, tis but a bafe ignoble mind, 
That mounts no higher than a bird can foar. 

Car. 1 thought as much, he'd be above the clouds. 

GLO. Ay, my lord cardinal ; How think you by that ? 
Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven ? 

Kin. The treasury of everlafting joy! 

Car. Thy heaven is on earth ; thineeyesand thoughts 
Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart ; 
Pernicious protestor, dangerous peer, 
That fmooth'ft it fo with king and common-weal. 

GLO. What, cardinal, is your priefthood grown fo 

peremptory ? 

ifantane animii ctflcftibm ir<g? churchmen fo hot? 
Good uncle, hide fuch malice ; With fuch holinefs, 
Can you not do it ? 

SUF . No malice, fir; no more than well becomes 
So good a quarrel, and fo bad a peer. 

GLO. As who, my lord? 

SUF. Why, as yourfelf, my lord; 
An't like your lordly lord-prote&ormip. 

GLO. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine infolence. 

>ue. And thy ambition, Glofttr. 

Kin. I pr'ythee, peace, good queen; 
And whet not on these too too furious peers, 

7 yoa, my 

King Henry VI. 27 

For blefled are the peace-makers on earth, 

Car. Let me be blefled for the peace I make, 
Againft this proud protelor, with my fword. 

GLO. 'Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come to that. 

Car. Marry, when thou dar'ft. 

GLO. Make up no factious numbers for the matter, 
In thine own peifon anfwer thy abufe. [dar'ft," 

Car. Ay, where thou dar'ft not peep: " an if thou 
*' This evening, on the eaft fide of the grove." 

Kin. How now, my lords ? 

Car. Believe me, cousin Glofter, 
Had not your man put up the fowl fo fuddenly, [fword." 
We had had more fport. " Come with thy two-hand 

GLO. True, uncle, Are ye avis'd? " The eaft fide of 
" Cardinal, I am with you." [the grove r" 

Kin. Why, how now, uncle Glofter ? 

GLO. Talking of hawking ; nothing elfe, my lord. __ 
" Now, by God's mother, prieft, I'll fhave your crown 
" Or all my fence (hall fail." [for this," 

Car. " Medice teipfum ;" 
frotedlor, fee to't well, protect yourfelf." [lords. 

Kin. The winds grow high ; fo do your ftomacks, 
How irkfome is this musick to my heart ! 
When fuch ftrings jar, what hope of harmony ? 
I pray, my lords, let me compound this ftrife. 
Enter One of the Town, crying out, 
A miracle ! 

GLO. What means this noise .' Fellow, what miracle 

Doft thou proclaim ? 

To'w. A miracle, a miracle ! 

SUF . Come to the king, tell him what miracle. 

To'w. Forfooth, a blind man at faint Albarf 's fhrine, 

31 king, and tell 

2 8 Ybefecond Part cf 

Within this half hour, hath receiv'd his fight ; 
A man, that ne'er faw in his life before. 

Kin. Now God be prais'd ! that to believing fouls 
Gives light in darknefs, comfort in defpair. 
Enter a great Multitude, tearing 

SIMP cox ketnveen tivo in a Chair, his Wife ivith him\ 

the Mayor of Saint Alban'/, and bis Brethren, 

following in Procejfion. 

Car. Here are the townsmen on proceflion, 
Come to present your highnefs with the man. 

Kin. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, 
Though by his fight his fin be multiply'd. 

GLO. Stand by, my maflers, bring him near the king, 
His highnefs' pleasure is to talk with him. 

Kin. Good fellow, tell us here the circumftance, 
That we for thee may glorify the Lord. 
What, haft thou been long blind, and now reftor'd ? 

SIM. Born blind, an't please your grace. 

Wif. Ay, indeed, was he. 

SUF. What woman is this ? 

Wif. His wife, an't like your worfhip. [better told. 

GLO. Had'ft thou been his mother, thou could'ft have 

Kin. Where wert thou born ? 

SIM. Aterwicl in the north, an't like your grace. 

Kin. Poor foul ! God's goodnefs hath been great to 
Let never day nor night unhallow'd pafs, [thee : 

But ftill remember what the Lord hath done. 

$>ue. Tell me, good fellow,cam'ft thou here by chance, 
Or of devotion, to this holy fhrine? 

SIM. God knows, of pure devotion ; being call'd 
A hundred times, and oftner, in my deep 
By good faint Alban : who faid, Saunder, come ; 

9 Here comes the i* Although 3* Symen, 

ting Henry VI. 29 

Come, offer at my Jbrine, and I ivill help thee. 

Wif. Moft true, forfooth ; and many time and oft 
Myfelf have heard a voice to call him fo. 

Car. What, art thou lame ? 

SIM. Ay, God almighty help me ! 

SUF . How cam'ft thou fo ? 

SIM. A fall off of a tree. 

Wif. A plum-tree, matter. 

Gzo. How long haft thou been blind ? 

SIM. O, born fo, matter. 

GLQ. What, and would'ft climb a tree ? 

SIM. But that in all my life, when I was a youth. 

Wif. Too true ; and bought his climbing very dear. 

GLO. Mafs, thou lov'dft plums well, that would'ft 
venture fo. 

SIM. Alas, good matter, my wife desir'd feme damsons, 
And made me climb, with danger of my life. 

GLO. A fubtle knave ; but yet it mall not ferve. 

Let me fee thine eyes : wink now ; now open them : 
In my opinion, yet thou fee'ft not well. [faint Alban. 

SIM. Yes, matter, clear as day ; I thank God, and 

Gzo. Say 'ft thou me fo ? What colour is this cloak of? 

SIM. Red, matter ; red as blood. 

Gzo. Why, that's well faid : 
What colour is my gown of? 

SIM. Black, forfooth ; 
Coal-black as jet. 

Kin. Why then, thou know'ft what colour jet is of? 

SUF . And yet, I think, jet did he never fee. 

Gzo. But cloaks, and gowns, before thisday, a many. 

Wif. Never, before this day, in all his life. 

Gzo. Tell me, firrah, what's my name? 


JO Tbt fec&nd Part of 

SIM. Alas, mailer, I know not. 

GLO, What's his '[name? 

SIM. I know not. 

GLO, Nor~fhis? 

SIM. No, indeed, mafter. 

GLO. V\ hat's thine own name ? 

SIM. Sounder Simpcox, an if it please you, mafter. 

GLO. Then, Saunter, fit tboil there, the lying'ft knave 
In chriftendom. If thou hadft been born blind, 
Thou might'ft as well know all our names, as thus 
To name the feveral colours we do wear. 
Sight may diftinguifh colours ; but fuddenly 
To nominate them all, it is impoffible._ 
My lords, faint Alban here hath done a miracle 5 
Would ye not think his cunning to be great, 
That could reftore this cripple to his legs again ? 

SIM- O, mafter, that you could ! 

GLO. My mafters of Saint Allan's, 
Have you not beadles in your town, and things 
Call'd whips ? 

May. Yes, my C0fl& lord, if't please your grace. 

GLO. Then fend for one presently. 

May. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither ftraight. 

[Exit an Attendant. 

GLO. Now fetch me a ftool hither by and by 

Now, firrah, [Stool ft t out. 

If you Be mean to fave yourfelf from whipping, 
Leap me over this itool, and run away. 

SIM. Alas, mafter, I am not able to ftand alone : 
You go about to torture me in vain. 

Re-eater Attendant, 'with the Beadle. 

GLO. Well, fir, we mult have you find your legs, 

' c well have k.iowne all 15 And would 

King Henry VI. 31 

fcirrah beadle, whip him 'till he leap over that fame ftool. 

en. I will, my lord. Come on, fir rah ; off with 
your doublet quickly. 

SIM. Alas, matter, what (hall I do ? I am not able 

to Hand. [He is taken out of bh Chair, and jlript : 

and after the Beadle hath bit him once, he leaps 

ever the Stool, and runs away ; and the Peoph 

follow, and cry A. Miracle! 

Kin. O God, feeft thou this, and bear'ft fo long ? 

Que. It made me laugh, to fee the villain run. 

GLO. Follow the knave; and take this drab away. 

Wif. Alas, fir, we did it for pure need. 

GLO. Letthembewhipt through every market town, 
'Till they Ho come to Berwick, whence they came. 

[Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, &c. 

Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day. 

SUF . True ; made the lame to leap, and fly away. 

GLO. But you have done more miracles than I; 
You, in a day, my lord, made whole towns fly. 

Kin. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham ? 

Buc. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. 
A fort of naughty perfons, lewdly bent, 
Under the countenance and confederacy 
Of lady Eleanor, the protector's wife, 
The ring-leader and head of all this rout, 
Have praftic'd dang'roufly againft your ftate, 
Dealing with witches, and with conjurers : 
Whom we have apprehended in the faft; 
Raising up \vicked fpirits from under ground, 

Demanding of king Henry's life and death, 
And other of your highnefs' pri 

privy council, 

4 Earwickj from whence 19 v. Note. 



As more at large your grace fhall underftand. 

Car. And fo, my lord proteftor, by this means 
Your lady is forth-coming yet at London. 
" This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge ;" 
" 'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour." 

GLO. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflift my heart: 
Sorrow and grief have vanquifh'd all my powers; 
And, vanquilh'd as I am, I yield to thee, 
Or to the meaneft groom. 

Kin. O God, what mifchiefs work the wicked ones ; 
Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby ! 

Que. Glujltr, fee here the tainture of thy neft ; 
And, look, thyfelf be faultlefs, thou wert beft. 

GLO. Madam, for myfelf, to heaven I do appeal, 
fiow I have lov'd my king, and common-weal : 
And, for my wife, 1 know not how it ftands; 
Sorry I am to hear what I have heard : 
Noble me is ; but, if fhe have forgot 
Honour, and virtue, and converf'd with fuch 
As, like to pitch, defile nobility, 
I banim her my bed, and company ; 
And give her, as a prey, to law, and fhame. 
That hath difhonour'd Glofter's honeft name. 

Kin. Well, for this night, we will repose us here : 
To-morrow, toward London, back again, 
To look into this businefs thoroughly, 
And call these foul offenders to their anfwers ; 
And poise the cause in juftice' equal fcales, 
Whose beam ftands fure, whose rightful cause prevails. 

SCENE II. London. Duke of York's Garden. 

King Henry' VL 3 3 

TOR. Now, my good lords of Salisbury &cA Warwick, 
Oar fimple Tapper ende-?, give me leave, 
In this clofe walk, to fatiffy myfelf, 
In craving your opinion of" my title, 
Which is infallible, to England's crown. 

SAL. My lord, I long to hear it at tpc full. 

WAR. Sweet Tork, begin: and, if thy claim be good, 
The Nevili are thy fubjecls to command. 

TOR. Then thus : 

Edward the third, my lords, had feven fons : 
The firft, Edward the black prince, prince of Wales; 
The fecond, William of Hatfield; and the third, 
Lionel, duke of Clarence ; next to whom, 
Was John of Gaunt, the duke of Lane after : 
The fifth, was Edmond Langley, duke of Tork; 
The fixth, was Thomas of tff4gfej, Juke of Glojler; 
William of Windfcr was the feventh, and laft. 
Edward, the black prince, dy'd before his father ; 
And left behind him Richard, his only fon, 
Who, after Edward the third's death, reign'd king : 
'Till Henry Bolingbrcok, duke of Lancajier, 
The eldeft fon and heir of John of Gaunt, 
Crown'd by the name of Htwy the fourth, 
Seiz'd on the realm ; depos'd the rightful king ; 
Sent his poor queen to France, from whence me came, 
And him to Pomfret ; where, as you both know, 
Harmlefs king Richard trait'roufly was murther'd. 

WAR. Father, the duke hath furelp told the truth; 
Thus got the houfe of Lancajier the crown. 

TOR. Which now they hold by force, and not by right; 
For Richard, the firft fon's heir, being dead, 
The iffue of the next fon mould have reign'd. 

Z 7 was murthered traiteroufly 


34 The fecond Part of 

Sjtt . But William of Hatfield dy'd without an heir. 

TOR. The third fon, duke of Clarence, (from xvhose 
I claim the crown) had \K\it~Philippe, a daughter; [line 
Who marry'd Edmond Mortimer, earl of March : 
Edmcnd\iz& iflue Roger, earl of March ; 
Re^er had iflue Edmond, Anne, and Eleanor. 

SAL. This Edmond, in the reign of Bolingbrook, 
As I have read, lay'd claim unto the crown ; 
And, but for Owen Glendoiuer, had been king, 
Who kept him in captivity, 'till he dy'd. 
But, to the reft. 

TOR. His eldeft fitter, Anne, 
My mother, being heir unto the crown, 
Marry'd Richard, earl of Cambridge ; who was fon 
To Edmond Langley, Edward the third's fifth fon. 
By her I claim the kingdom : (he then was heir 
To Roger, earl of March ; who was the fon 
Of Edmond Mortimer ; who marry'd Philippe, 
Sole daughter unto Lionel, duke of Clarence : 
So, if the iflue of the elder fon 
Succeed before the younger, I am king. 

WJR . What plain proceeding is more plain than this ? 
Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt, 
The fourth fon ; but Tort claims it from the third. 
'Till Lionel's iflue fails, his mould not reign : 
It fails not yet; but flourifhcs in thee, 
And in thy fons, fair flips of fuch a ftock. 
Then, father Salisbury, kneel we both together; 
And, in this private plot, be we the firft, 
That (hall falute our rightful fovereign 
With honour of his birth-right to the crown. 

both. Longliveour fovereign Richard, England"* king ! 

*5 fift Sonne; fonns 

King Henry VI. 35 

Yo. We thank you, lords. But I am not your king, 
'Till I be crown'd ; and that my fword be itain'd 
With heart- blood of the houfe of Lancajler : 
And that's not fuddenly to be perform'd ; 
But with advice, and filent fecrecy. 
Do you, as I do, in these dangerous days j 
Wink at the duke of Suffolk's infolence, 
At Beauforfs pride, at Somer/et's ambition, 
At Buckingham, and all the crew of them, 
'Till they have fnar'd the fhepherd of the flock, 
That virtuous prince, the good duke Humphrey : 
' Tis that they feek ; and they, in feeking that, 
Shall find their deaths, if York can prophefy. 

SAL. My lord, break off; we know your mind at full. 

WAP.. My heart allures me, that the earl tUWmevoiek 
Shall one day make the duke of. York, a king. 

TOR. And, Ne<vi/, this I do affure myfelf,-" 
Richard mall live to make the earl of Warwick 
The greateft man in England, but the king. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. The fame. A Hall of J ujiice. 

Trumpets. Enter King Henry, axd Queen, Du&eofGLOs- 

TER,YORK, SUFFOLK, SALISBURY, axd divers Others : 

then, Enter Officers, &c. bringing in the Dut chefs o/"Glofter, 

Hume, Southwel, Bolingbrook, and Mother Jourdain. 

Kin. Stand forth, dame Eleanor Cebham,GloJler's\\\k'. 
In fight of God, and us, your guilt is great; 
Receive the fentence of the law, for fins 

Such as by God's book are adjudg'd to death. 

You four, from hence to prison back again ; 
From thence, unto the place of execution : 
The witch in Smithfold ftiall be burnt to afhes, 

'4 breake we off *8 fmne, 


3 6 <fl,e fecond Part of 

And you three (hall be ftrangl'd on the gallows. _ 

You, madam, for you are more nobly born, 

Defpoiled of your honour in your lile, 

Shatl, after three days' open penance done, 

Live in your country here, in banifhment, 

With fir John Stanley, in the ifle of Man. [death. 

Dut. Welcome is banimment, welcome were my 

GLO. Eleanor, the law, thou fee'ft, hath judged thee; 
I cannot juftify whom the law condemns. _ 

[Exeunt Officers, ivith Dutchefs, and the other Prisoners. 
Mine eyes aie full of tears, my heart of grief. 
Ah, Humphrey, this difhonour in thine age 
Will bring thy head with forrow to the ground ! 
'Befeech your majefty, give me leave to go ; 
Sorrow would folace, and mine age would ease. 

Kin. Stay, Humphrey duke ofGIofter: ere thou go, 
Give up thy llaff ; Henry will to himfelf 
Proteftor be ; and God (hall be my hope, 
My flay, my guide, and lanthorn to my feet: 
And go in peace, Humphrey; no lefs belov'd, 
Than when thou wert proteftor to thy king. 

>ae. I fee no reason, why a king of years 

Should be to be protected like a child : 

Give up your ftaff, fir, and the king his realm. 

GLO. My ftaff ?_ here, noble Henry, is my ftaff: 
As willingly do I the fame resign, 
As e'er thy father Henty made it mine ; 
And even as willingly at thy ~\~ feet I leave it, 
As others would ambitioufly receive it. 
Karewcl, good king : When I am dead and gone, 
May honourable peace attend thy throne ! [Ex:'t* 

>ue. Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen j 

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And Humphrey* duke of Glojler, fcarce himfelf, 
That bears fo fhrewd a rr.aim ; two pulls at once, 
His lady banifli'd, and a limb lopt off, 

This ftaff of honour raught: There let it ftand, 

Wheie it beft fits to be, in Henry's ~j~ hand. 

SUF . Thus droops this lofty pine, andhangshis fprays ; 
Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngeft days. 

To R . Lords, let him go Please it your majefty, 
This is the day appointed for the combat; 
And ready are the appellant and defendant, 
The armourer and his man, to enter the lifts, 
So please your highnefs to behold the iight. 

>ue. Ay, good my lord ; for purposely therefore 
Left I the court ; to fee this quarrel try'd. 

Kin. O'God's name, fee the lifts and all things fit; 
Here let them end it, And God defend the right ! 

TOR. I never faw a fellow \vorfe befted, 
Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, 
The fervant of this armcurer, my lords. 

Drums. Enier, on one Side, the Armourer, and 

certain of bis Neighbours, drinking to him fo much', 

that be is drunk ; and he enters bearing his btajf, 

nvitb a Sand bagfaftend to it ; Drum before him : 

On the other Si<;'e, Enter his Man, and Prentices 

drinking to him ; bearing a like Staff; Drum 

likewise before him. 

1 N. Here, neighbour ffrrmer, I drink to you in a 
cup of fack; And fear nor, neighbour, you ihall do 
well enough. 

2 N. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco. 

3 N. And here's a pot of good double-beer, neigh- 
bour : drink, and fear not your man. 

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Arm. Let it come, i'faith, and I'll pledge you all ; 
And a fig for Peter .' 

1 P. Here, Peter, I drink to thee ; and be not afraid. 

2 P. Be merry, Peter, and fear not your matter: 
fight for credit of the prentices. 

PET. I thank you all : drink, and pray for me, I 
pray you ; for, I think, I have taken my laft draught 

in this world Here, ^ Robin, an if I die, I give thee 

my apron; and, Will, thou (halt have my =f= hammer : 

and here, Tom, take all the ^ money that I have. O 

Lord blefs me, T pray God ! for I am never able to deal 
with my mafter, he hath learnt fo much fence already. 

SAL. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows._ 
Sirrah, what's thy name ? 

PET. Peter, forfooth. 

SAL. Peter! what more ? 

PET. Thump. 

SAL. Thump! then fee thou thump thy mafter well. 

Arm. Mailers, I am come hither, as it were, upon 
my man's inftigation, to prove him a knave, and myfelf 
an honeft man : and touching the duke of Fort, 1 will 
take my death, I never meant him any ill, nor the 
king, nor the queen ; And therefore, Peter, have at thee 
with a down-right blow. [ble. __ 

To R . Difpatch ; _ this knave's tongue begins to dou- 
Sound trumpets, 'larum to the combatants. 

Alarum, Theyfgbf, andPeterJlrifos down 
his Mafter. 

Arm. Hold, Peter, hold ! I confefs, I confefs treason. 

To K . Take away his weapon : Fellow, thank God, 

and the good wine in thy mafter's way. 

PIT. O God ! have I overcome mine enemy in thi 

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King Henry VI. 39 

presence? O Peter, thou haft prevail'd in right ! 

Kin. Go, take away that traitor from our fight ; 
For, by his death, we do perceive his guilt : 
And God, in juftice, hath reveal'd to us 
The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, 

Which he had thought to have murther'd wrongfully 

Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. \_FlouriJb. Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. The fame. A Street. 
Enter GLOSTER, and Servants, all in Mourning 
Gto. Thus, fometimes, hath the brighteltdayacl 
And, after fummer, evermore fucceeds 
Bare winter, with his wrathful nipping cold : 
So cares and joys go round, as feasons fleet 
Sirs, what's o'clock? 
Ser. Ten, my lord. 

Gto. Ten is the hour that was appointed me, 
To watch the coming of my punifh'd dutchefs: 
Uneath may me endure the flinty ftreets, 
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 ftill laughing at thy fhame ; 
That erft did follow thy proud chariot-wheels, 
When thou didft ride in triumph through the ftreets. 
But, foft ! I think, fhe comes ; and I'll prepare, 
My tear-ftain'd eyes to fee her miseries. 

Enter the Dutchefs o/~Glofter, bare- foot, and a 

nvhite Sheet about her, <with Papers pind upon her 

Back, and a Taper burning in her Hand; accompany 1 d 

with the Sheriff's of London, Sir John STANLEY, and 

Officers with Bills and Halberds. 

* take hence that ij Barren H Joyes abound 

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Ser. So please your grace, we'll take her from the fhe- 

GLO. No, ftir not for your lives, let her pafs by. [riff. 

Dut. Come you, my lord, to fee my open (name ? 
Now thou doft penance too. Look, how they gaze ! 
See, how the giddy multitude do point, 
And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee ! 
Ah, Glojter, hide thee from their hateful looks; 
And, in thy closet pent up, rue my fhame, 
And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine. 

GLO, Be patient, gentle AW/; forget this grief. 

Dut. Ah, Glofter, teach me to forget myfelf : 
For, whilft I think I am thy marry'd wife, 
And thou a prince, prote&or of this land, 
Methinks, I mould not thus be led along, 
Mail'd up in (hame, with papers on my back ; 
And folio w'd with a rabble, that rejoice 
To fee my tears, and hear my deep-fet groans. 
The ruthlefs flint doth cut my tender feet ; 
And, when I ftart, the envious people laugh, 
And bid me be advised how I tread. 
Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this fhameful yoke ? 
Trow'ft thou, that e'er I'll look upon the world ; 
Or count them happy, that enjoy the fun ? 
No ; dark mail be my light, and night my day; 
To think upon my pomp, mall be my hell. 
Sometime I'll fay, I am duke Humphreys wife; 
And he a prince, and ruler of the land: 
Yet fo he rul'd, and fuch a prince he was, 
As he flood by, whilft I, his forlorn dutchefs, 
Was made a wonder, and a pointing- flock, 
To every idle rafcal follower. 
But be thoa mild, and blufh not at my fhamej 

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King Henry VI. 41 

Nor ftir at nothing, 'till the axe of death 
Hang over thee, as (fure) it fhortly will : 
For Suffolk, he that can do all in all 
With her, that hateth thee, and hates us all,* 
And Tork, and impious Beaufort that falfe prieft, 
Have all lim'd bufhes to betray thy wings, 
And, fly thou how thou canft, they'll tangle thee: 
But fear not thou, until thy foot be fnar'd, 
(Nor never feek prevention of thy foes. 

Gio. Ah, Nell, forbear; thou aimeft all awry; 
1 1 muft offend, before I be attainted : 
(And had I twenty times fo many foes, 
iAnd each of them had twenty times their power, 
All these could not procure me any fcathe, 
So long as I am loyal, true, and crimelefs. 
fWpald'ft have me refcue thee from this reproach ? 
Why, yet thy fcandal were not wip'd away, 
And I in danger for the breach of law. 
Thy greateft help is quiet, gentle Nell: 
I pray thee, fort thy heart to patience ; 
;This few-days' wonder will be quickly worn. 

Enter a Herald. 

! Her. I fummon your grace to his majefty's parlia- 
ment, holden at Bury the firft of the next month. 
! Gio. And my confent ne'er afk'd herein before! 
(This is clofe dealing. -Well, I will be there. 

[Exit Herald. 

My Nell, I take my leave: and, mafter fheriff, 
Let not her penance exceed the king's commiflion. 

She. An't please your grace, here mycommiffion (lays: 
And fir John Stanley is appointed now 
To take her with him to the ifle of Man. 

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GLO. Mud you, fa John, proteft my lady here ? 

STA. So am I given in charge, may't please your grace. 

GLO. Entreat her not the worfe, in that I pray 
You use her well : the world may laugh again ; 
And I may live to do you kindnefs, if 
You do it her. And fo, fir John, farewel. 

Dut. What, gone, my lord; and bid me not farewel? 

GLO. Witnefs my tears, I cannot ftay to fpeak. 

[Exeunt GLOSTER, and Servants, 

Dut. Art thou gone too: All comfort go with theei 
For none abides with me : my joy is death ; 
Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd, 
Because I wifh'd this world's eternity 
Stanley, I pr'ythee, go, and take me hence; 
I care not whither, for I beg no favour, 
Only convey me where thou art commanded. 

STA. Why, madam, that is to the ifle of Man ; 
There to be us'd according to your ftate. 

Dut. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: 
And mail I then be us'd reproachfully ? 

STA. Like to a dutchefs, and duke Humphrey's lady, 
According to that ftate you fhall be us'd. 

Dut Sheriff, farewel, and better than I fare; 
Although thou haft been conduct of my fhame. 

She. It is my office; and, madam, pardon me. 

Dut. Ay, ay, farewel ; thy office is difcharg'd. _ 
Come, Stanley, fhall we go ? 

SfA. Madam, your penance done, throw off this meet, 
And go we to attire you for our journey. 

Dut. My fhame will not be fhifted with my fheet: 
No, it wilfhang upon my richefl robes, 
And fhew itfelf, attire me how I can. 

King Henry VI. 45 

Go, lead the way; I long to fee my pri on. [Exeunt, 


S C E NE I. Bury. A Room in the Abbey. 

Enter King Henry, and Queen, Cardinal Beaufort, 


Kin. I muse, my lord of Glofler is not come : 
Tis not his wont to be the hindmoft man, 
Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now. 

%?. Can you not fee ? or will you not observe 
The ftrangenefs of his alter'd countenance ? 
With what a majefty he bears himfelf ; 
How infolent of late he is become, 
How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himfelf? 
We know the time, fmce 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 admir'd him for fubmiifion: 
But meet him now, and, be it in the morn, 
iVVhen every one will give the time of day, 
He knits his brow, and (hews an angry eye, 
And paffeth by with ftiff unbowed knee, 
iDifdaining duty that to us belongs. 
iSmall curs are not regarded, when they grin ; 
But great men tremble, when the lion roars ; 
And Humphrey is no little man in England. 
Firft, note, that he is near you in defcent; 
And, mould you fall, he is the next will mount 
Vie feemeth then, it is no policy, 
" efpe&ing what a rancorous mind he bears, 

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And his advantage following your deceafe, 

That he fhould come about your royal perfon, 

Or be admitted to your highnefs' 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 fpring, and weeds are (hallow -rooted ; 

Suffer them now, and they'll o'er-grow the garden, 

And choak the herbs for want of husbandry. 

The reverent care, I bear unto my lord, 

Made me colleft these dangers in the duke : 

If it be fond, call it a woman's fear ; 

Which fear if better reasons can fupplant, 

I will fabfcribe, and fay I wrong'd the duke. 

My lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York, 

Reprove my allegation, if you can; 
Or elfe conclude my words effectual. 

SUF. Well hath your highnefs feen into this duke; 
And, had I firft been put to fpeak my mind, 
I think, I mould have told your grace's tale. 
The dutchefs, by his fubornation, 
Upon my life, began her devilifli practices : 
Or if he were not privy to those faults, 
Yet the repeating of his high defcent, 
As next the king, he was fucceffive heir, 
And fuch high vaunts of his nobility, 
Did inftigate the bedlam brain-fick dutchefs, 
By wicked means to frame our fovereign's fall. 
Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deepeft; 
And in his fimple fhew he harbours treason. 
The fox barks not, when he would fteal the lamb. 
No, no, my fovereign ; Glofter is a man 

+ Yet by reputing 

King Henry VI. 45 

Unfounded yet, and full of deep deceit. 

Car. Did he not, contrary to form of law, 
Devise ftrange deaths for fmall offences done ? 

TOR. And did he not, in his proteftorfhip, 
Levy great fums of money through the realm, 
For foldiers' pay in France, and never fent it ? 
By means whereof, the towns each day revolted. 

Buc. Tut ! these are petty faults to faults unknown, 
Which time will bring to light in fmooth duke Humphrey. 

Kin. My lords, at once ; the care you have of us, 
To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot, 
Js worthy praise : But fhall I fpeak my confcience ? 
Our kinsman Glofter is as innocent 
From meaning treason to our royal perfon, 
As is the fucking lamb, or harmlefs dove : 
The duke is virtuous, mild ; and too well given, 
To dream on evil, or to work my downfal. [ance ! 

>ue. Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affi- 
Seems he a dove ? his feathers are but borrow'd, 
For he's difposed as the hateful raven : 
Is he a lamb ? his fkin is furely lent him, 
For he's inclin'd as is the ravenous wolf. 
Who cannot fteal a fhape, that means deceit ? 
Take heed, my lord ; the welfare of us all 
Hangs on the cutting fhort that fraudful man. 

SOM. All health unto my gracious fovereign ! 

Kin. Welcome, lord Scmcr/et.What news from France? 

SOM. That all your intereft in those territories 
Is utterly bereft you ; all is loft. [done ! 

Kin. Cold news, lord Somerfet : But God's will be 

TOR . " Cold news for me ; for I had hope of France, 7 ' 



46 Me Second Part of 

As firmly as I hope for fertile England" 

Thus are my bloflbms blafted in the bud," 

And caterpillars eat my leaves away :" 

But I will remedy this geer ere long," 

Or fell my title for a glorious grave." 
Enter G L o s T E R . 

GLO. All happinefs unto my lord the king ! 
Pardon, my liege, that 1 have ftay'd fo long. 

SI/F. Nay.G/o/for, know, that thou art come too (bon, 
Unlefs thou wert more loyal than thou art: 
I do arreft thee of high treason here. 

GLO. Well, Suffolk j yet thou (halt not fee me blufti, 
Nor change my countenance for this arreft ; 
A heart unfpotted is not easily daunted. 
The pureft fpring is not fo free from mud, 
As I am clear from treason to my fovereign : 
Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty ? [France, 

TOR. 'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of 
And, being prote&or, ftay'd the foldiers' pay ; 
By means whereof, his highnefs hath loft. France, [it? 

GLO. h it but thought lo? What are they, that think 
I never rob'd the foldiers of thtir 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 ftudying good for England! 
That doit that e'er I wrefled from the king, 
Or any groat I hoarded to my ufe, 
Be brought again!} me at my trial day ! 
No ; many a pound of mine own proper ftore, 
Because I would not tax the needy commons, 
Have I difpurfed to the garrifons, 
And never aflc'd for reftitution. 

King Henry VI. 47 

Car. It ferves you well, my lord, to fay fo much. 

GLQ. I fay no more than truth, fo help me God ! 

TOR. In your prote&orfhip, you did devise 
Strange tortures for offenders, never heard of, 
That England was defam'd by tyranny. [teftor, 

GLO. Why, 'tis well known, that, whilft I was pro- 
Pity was all the fault that was in me; 
For I fhould melt at an offender's tears, 
And lowly words were ranfom for their fault. 
Unlefs it were a bloody murtherer, 
Or foul felonious thief, that fleec'd poor paflengers, 
I never gave them condign punifhment : 
Murther, indeed, that bloody fin, I tortur'd 
Above the felon, or what trefpafs elfe. 

SUF . My lord, these faults are easy, quickly anfwer'd : 
But mightier crimes are lay'd unto your charge, 
Whereof you cannot easily purge yourfelf. 
I do arreft you in his highnefs' name; 
And here commit to my lord cardinal 
To keep, until your further time of trial. 

Kin. My lord of Glo/ter, 'tis my fpecial hope, 
That you will clear yourfelf from all fufpeft ; 
My conference tells me, you are innocent. 

GLO. Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous ! 
Virtue is choak'd with foul ambition, 
And charity chac'd hence by rancor's hand ; 
Foul fubornation is predominant, 
And equity exil'd your highnefs' land. 
I know, their complot is to have my life ; 
And, if my death might make this ifland happy, 
And prove the period of their tyranny, 
I would expend it with all willingnefs : 

J 9 commit you to 2Z fufpence, 

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48 The fecond Part of 

But mine is made the prologue to their play ; 

For thousands more, that yet fufpedl no peril, 

Will not conclude their plotted tragedy. 

Beaufort's red fparkling eyes blab his heart's malice, 

And Suffolk's cloudy brow his ftormy hate ; 

Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his tongue 

The envious load that lies upon his heart; 

And dogged York, that reaches at the moon, 

Whose over-weening arm I have pluck'd back, 

By falfe accuse doth level at my life : _ 

And you, my fovereign lady, with the reft, 

Causelefs have lay'd difgraces on my head ; 

And, with your bell endeavour, have ftir'd up 

My liefeft liege to be mine enemy : _ 

Ay, all of you have lay'd your heads together, 

Myfelf had notice of your conventicles, 

And all to make away my guiltlefs life : 

I mail not want falfe witnefs to condemn me, 

Nor ftore of treasons to augment my guilt ; 

The ancient proverb will be well effecied, 

A ftaft" is quickly found to beat a dog. 

Car. My liege, his railing is intolerable : 
If those, that care to keep your royal perfon 
From treason's fecret knife, and traitors' rage, 
Be thus upbraided, chid, and rated at, 
And the offender granted fcope of fpeech, 
'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace. 

SUF . Hath he not twit our fovereign lady here, 
With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd, 
As if (he had fuborned fome to fwcar 
Falfe allegations to o'er-throw his ftate? 

<t>ue. But I can give the loser leave to chide. 

King Henry VI. 49 

GLO. Far truer fpoke, than meant: Hose, indeed; 
Belhrew the winners, for they play me falfe ! 
And well fuch losers may have leave to fpeak. 

Buc . He'll wrelt the fenfe, and hold us here all day : _ 
Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner. 

Car. Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him fure. 
[to fome Attendants. 

GLO. Ah, thus king Henry throws away his crutch, 
Before his legs be firm to bear his body : 
Thus is the ftiepherd beaten from thy fide, 
And wolves are gnarling who fiiall gnaw thee firft. 
Ah, that my fear were falfe ; ah, that it were ! 
For, good king Henry, thy decay [ fear. 

[ Exeunt Attendants, with G L o s T E R . 

Kin. My lords, what to your wisdoms feemeth beft, 
Do, or undo, as if ourfelf were here. 

Que. What, will your highnefs leave the parliament ? 

Kin. Ay, Margaret ; my heart is drown'd with grief, 
Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes ; 
My body round engirt with misery; 
;For what's more miserable than difcontent ? 
j Ah! uncle Humphrey, in thy face I fee 
'The map of honour, truth, and loyalty ; 
And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come, 
That e'er I prov'd thee falfe, or fear'd thy faith. 
iWhat louring ftar now envies thy eftate, 
That these great lords, and Margaret our queen, 
Do feek fubverfion of thy harmlefs life ? 
Thou never didft them wrong, nor no man wrong : 
And as the butcher takes away the calf. 
And binds the wretch, and beats it when it ftrays, 
Bearing it to the bloody ilaughter-houfe ; 

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Even fo, remorfelefs, have they born him hence. 
And as the dam runs lowing up and down, 
Looking the way her harmlefs young one went, 
And can do nought but wail her darling's lofs : 
Even fo myfelf bewail good Glo/ter's cafe 
With fad unhelpful tears ; and with dim'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? Glofter be is none. [Exit. 

>ue. Free lords, cold fnow melts with the fun's hot 
Henry my lord is cold in great affairs, [beams. 

Too full of foolifh pity : and GloJleSs mew 
Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile 
With forrow fnares relenting paflengers; 
Or as the fnake, rowl'd on a flow'ring bank, 
With mining checker'd flough, doth fting a child, 
That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent. 
Believe me, lords, were none more wise than T, 
(And yet, herein, I judge mine own wit good) 
This GloJIer mould be quickly rid the world, 
To rid us from the fear we have of him. 

Car. That he mould die, is worthy policy; 
But yet we want a colour for his death : 
'Tis meet, he be condemn'd by courfe of law. 

SVF. But, in my mind, that were no policy: 
The king will labour ftill to fave his life, 
The commons haply rise to fave his life ; 
And yet we have but trivial argument, 
More than miftruft, that Ihews him worthy death. 

TOR. So that, by this, you would not have him die, 

SVF. Ah, York, no man alive fo fain as I. 

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King Henry VI. 

TOR. 'TisYork that hath more reason for his death. _ 
But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suffolk, 
Say as you think, and fpeak it from your fouls,~~ 
Wer't not all one, an empty eagle were fet 
To guard the chicken from a hungry kite, 
As place duke Humphrey for the king's proteftor? 

<ue. So the poor chicken mould be fure of death. 

SUF. Madam, 'tis true : And wer't not madnefs then, 
To make the fox furveyor of the fold ? 
Who being accus'd a crafty murtherer, 
His guilt mould be but idly ported over, 
Because his purpose is not executed : 
No ; let him die, in that he is a fox, 
By nature prov'd an enemy to the flock, 
Before his chaps be ftain'd with crimson blood ; 
As Humphrey' a prov'd by reasons to my liege. 
And do not ftand on quillets, how to flay him : 
Be it by gins, by fnares, by fubtlety, 
Sleeping, or waking, 'tis no matter how, 
So he be dead ; For that is good deceit, 
Which mates him firft, that firft intends deceit. 

>ue. Thrice noble Suffolk, resolutely fpoke. 

SUF. Not resolute, except fo much were done ; 
For things are often fpoke, and feldom meant : 
But, that my heart accordeth with my tongue, 
Seeing the deed is meritorious, 
And to preserve my fovereign from his foe, 
Say but the word, and 1 will be his prieft. 

Car. But 1 would have him dead, my lord 
Ere you can take due orders for a prieft : 
Say, you confent, and cenfure well the deed, 
And I'll provide his executioner, 

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I tender fo the fafety of my liege. 

Sur. Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing, 

$ut. And fo fay I. 

To R. And I : and now we three have fpoke it, 
Ic Ikills not greatly who impugns our doom. 
Enter a Meflenger. 

Mef. Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain, 
To fignify that rebels there are up, 
And put the Englijbmen unto the fword : 
Send fuccours, lords, and flop the rage betirae, 
Before the wound do grow uncurable ; 
For, being green, there is great hope of help. 

Car. A breach, that craves a quick expedient flop. 
What counfel give you in this weighty cause ? 

TOR. That Somerfet be fent as regent thither: 
'Tis meet, that lucky ruler be employ'd ; 
Witnefs the fortune he hath had in France. 

SOM. It York, with all his far fet policy, 
Had been the regent there inflead of me, 
He never would have flay'd in France fo long. 

TOR. No, not to lose it all, as thou haft done : 
I rather would have loft my life betimes, 
Than bring a burthen of diftionour home, 
Ey flaying there fo long, 'till all were loft. 
Shew me one fear charadler'd on thy fkin : 
Men's flefh preserv'd fo whole, do feldom win. 

>ue. Nay then, this fpark will prove a raging fire, 
If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with : _ 
No more, good rcr>;_fweet Somer/et, be ftill ; _ 
Thy fortune, York, had ft thou been regent there, 
Alight hapily have prov'd far worfe than his. [all ! 

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King Henry VI. 53 

* SOM. And, in the number, thee, that wifheft fhame! 

Car. My lord of York, try what your fortune is. 
The uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms, 
And temper clay with blood of Englijbmen : 
To Ireland will you lead a band of men, 
Collected choicely, from each county fome, 
And try your hap againft the Irijhmen ? 

TOR. I will, my lord, fo please his majefty. 

SUF. Why, our authority is his confent ; 
And, what we do eftablifh, he confirms : 
Then, noble York, take thou this taflc in hand. 

YOR. I am content : Provide me foldiers, lords, 
Whiles I take order for mine own affairs. 

SUF. A charge, lord York, that I will fee perform'd. 
But now return we to the falfe duke Humphrey. 

Car, No more of him ; for I will deal with him, 
That, henceforth, he (hall trouble us no more. 
And fo break off; the day is almoft fpent:__ 
Lord Suffolk, you and I muft talk of that event. 

YOR. My lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days, 
At Briflol I expeft my loldiers ; 
For there I'll fhip them all for Ireland. 

SUF. I'll fee it truly done, my lord of York. 

[Exeunt all but York. 

Yo R. Now, York, or never, fteel thy fearful thoughts, 
And change mifdoubt to resolution : 
Be that thou hop'ft to be ; or what thou art 
Resign to death, it is not worth the enjoying: 
Let pale-fac'd fear keep with the mean-born man, 
And find no harbour in a royal heart. [thought; 

Fafter than fpring-time fhowers, comes thought on 
And not a thought, but thinks on dignity. 

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My brain, more busy than a labouring fpider, 

Weaves tedious fnares to trap mine enemies. 

Well, nobles, well ; 'tis politickly done, 

To fend me packing with an hoft of men : 

1 fear me, you but warm the ftarved fnake, 

Who, cherifh'd in your breads, will fting your hearts. 

'Twas men I lack'd, and you will give them me : 

1 take it kindly; yet, be well aflur'd, 

You put fharp weapons in a madman's hands. 

Whiles I in Ireland nourim a mighty band, 

I will ftir up in England fome black ftorm, 

Shall blow ten thousand fouls to heaven, or hell : 

And this fell tempeft (hall not ceafe to rage, 

Until the golden circuit on my head, 

Like to the glorious fun's tranfparent beams, 

Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw. 

And, for a minifter of my intent, 

I have feduc'd a head-flrong Kentijhman, 

John Cade of Jljhford, 

To make commotion, as full well he can, 

Under the title of John Mortimer. 

In Ireland have I feen this ftubborn Cade 

Oppose himfelf againft a troop of kerns ; 

And fought fo long, 'till that his thighs with darts 

Were almoft like a fharp-quill'd porcupine: 

And, in the end being refcu'd, I have feen him 

Caper upright, like to a wild morifco, 

Shaking the bloody darts, as he his bells. 

Full often, like a fnag-hair'd crafty kern, 

Hath he converfed with the enemy ; 

And undifcover'd come to me again, 

And given me notice of their villanies. 

Kin* Henry VI. 55 

This devil here mall be my fubflitute ; 

For that John Mortimer, which now is dead, 

In face, in gait, in fpeech he doth resemble: 

By this I (hall perceive the commons' minds, 

How they affecl: the houfe and claim of York. 

Say, he be taken, rack'd, and tortured; 

I know, no pain, they can inflicl upon him, 

Will make him fay I mov'd him to those arms : 

Say, that he thrive, (as 'tis great like he will) 

Why, then from Ireland come I with my itrength, , - 

And reap the harveft which that rafcal fow'd : 

For, Humphrey being dead, as he fhall be, 

And Henry put apart, the next for me. [Exit. 

SCENE II. The fame. Another Room. 
Enter certain Murtherers, kaftily. 

1 M. Run to my lord of Suffolk ; let him know, 
We have difpatch'd the duke, as he commanded. 

2 M. O, that it were to do !_What have we done ? 
Didft ever hear a man fo penitent ? 


i M. Here comes my lord. 

SUF. Now, firs, 
Have you difpatch'd this thing ? 

i M. Ay, my good lord, he's dead. 

SUF. Why, that's well faid. Go, get you to my houfe; 
I will reward you for this venturous deed. 
The king and all the peers are here at hand : 
Have you lay'd fair the bed ? are all things well, 
According as I gave directions ? 

i M. Yes, my good lord. 
'Sfff. Away, begone. [Exeunt Murtherers. 

J" i. Tis, my 

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Enter King, Queen, Cardinal, SOMERSET/ 
Lords, and Others. 

Kin. Go, call our uncle to our presence flraight: 
Say, we intend to try his grace to-day, 
If he be guilty, as 'tis publifhed. 

SUF. I'll call him presently, my noble lord. [Exit. 

Kin. Lords, take your places ; And, I pray you all, 
Proceed no ftraiter 'gainft our uncle Glofter, 
Than from true evidence, of good efteem, 
He be approv'd in praflice culpable. 

>ue. God forbid, any malice mould prevail, 
That faultlefs may condemn a nobleman ! 
Pray God, he may acquit him of fufpicion ! [much. 

Kin. 1 thank thee, Meg; these words content me 

Re-enter SUFFOLK, baftily. 

How now ? why look'ft thou pale ? why trembl'ft thou ? 
Where is our uncle ? what's the matter, Suffolk ? 

SVF. Dead in his bed, my lord; Glofter is dead. 

Que. Marry, God forefend ! 

Car. God's fecret judgment: I did dream to- night, 

The duke was dumb,, and could not fpeak a word. 

[King fauoons. 

Que. How fares my lord ? _ Help, lords ! the king is 

SOM. Rear up his body; wring him by the nose. [dead. 

Que. Run, go, help, help ! O, Henry, ope thine eyes ! 

SUF. He doth revive again ; Madam, be patient. 

Kin. O heavenly God ! 

Que. How fares my gracious lord ? 

SUF . Comfort, my fovereign! gracious Henry, comfort ! 

Kin. What, doth my lord of Suffolk comfort me r 
Came he right now to fing a raven's note, 
Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers ; 

'4 thec Nell, thefe 

King Henry VI. 57 

And thinks he, that the chirping of a wren, 

By crying comfort from a hollow breaft, 

Can chafe away the firft-conceived found ? 

Hide not thy poison with fuch fugar'd words. 

Lay not thy hands on me ; forbear, I fay ; 

Their touch affrights me, as a ferpent's fting. 

Thou baleful mefienger, out of my fight ! 

Upon thy eye-balls murd'rous tyranny 

Sits, in grim majefty, to fright the world. 

Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding : ~" 

Yet do not go away ; Come, basilifk, 

And kill the innocent gazer with thy fight : 

For in the of death I fhall find joy ; 

In life, but double death, now Glofter's dead. 

Que. Why do you rate my lord of Suffolk thus ? 
Although the duke was enemy to him, 
Yet he, moft chriftian-like, laments his death : 
And for myfelf, foe as he was to me, 
Might liquid tears, or hear^offending groans, 
Or blood-confuming fighs recall his life, 
I would be blind with weeping, fick with groans, . 
Look pale as primrose with blood- drinking fighs, 
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 judg'd, I made the duke away : 
So (hall my name with flander's tongue be wounded, 
And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach. 
This get I by his death : Aye me unhappy ! 
To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy ! 

Kin. Ah, woe is me for Glojier* wretched man ! 

>ite. Be woe for me, more wretched than he is. 

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What, dofl. thou turn away, and hide thy face ? 

I am no loathfome leper, look on me. 

What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf? 

Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn qneen. 

Is all thy comfort (hut in Glc/ter's tomb ? 

Why, then dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy : 

Ereft his ftatue tf>m, and worfhip it, 

And make my image but an ale-houfe fign. 

Was I, for this, nigh wreck'd upon the fea ; 

And twice by aukward wind from England's bank 

Drove back again unto my native clime ? 

What boded this, but well-fore-warning wind 

Did feem to fay, Seek not a fcorpion's neft, 

Nor fet no footing on this unkind more? 

What did I then/but curf 'd the gentle gufb, 

And he that loof 'd them forth their brazen caves ; 

And bid them blow towards England's bleffed fhore, 

Or turn our ftern upon a dreadful rock ? 

Yet &olus would not be a murtherer, 

But left that hateful office unto thee : 

The pretty vaulting fea refus'd to drown me ; 

Knowing, that thou would'ft have me drown'd on fhore 

With tears as fait as fea through thy unkindnefs : 

The fplitting rocks cowr'd in the finking fands, 

And would not dam me with their ragged fides ; 

Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they, 

Might in thy palace perifh Margaret. 

As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs, 

When from thy fhore the tempeft beat us back y 

I flood upon the hatches in the florm : 

And when the dufky fky began to rob 

My earneft-gaping fight of thy land's view, 

King Henry VI. 59 

I took a coflly jewel from my neck, 

A heart it was, bound in with diamonds," 

And threw it towards thy land; the fea receiv'd it; 

And fo, I wifh'd, thy body might my heart: 

And even with this, I loft fair England's view, 

And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart ; 

And calPd them blind and dufky fpcflacles, 

For losing ken of Albion's wiihed coaft. 

How often have I tempted Sujf'clk"s tongue 

(The agent of thy foul inconltancy) 

To fit and witch me, as Afcanius did, 

When he to madding Dido, would unfold 

His father's a&s, commenc'd in burning -Trov? 

Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not falfe like him? 

Aye me, I can no more ! Die, Margaret ; 

For Henry weeps, that thou doft live fo long. 

Kcise 'within. Commons are Jeen prejjing 

towards the Door, ivitb Salisbury keeping them back: 

WAR. It is reported, mighty fovereign, 
That good duke Humphrey trait'roufly is murther'd 
By Su/olk's and the cardinal Beaufort's means. 
The commons, like an angry hive of bees 
That want their leader, fcatter up and down, 
And care not who they fting in his revenge : 
Myfelf have calm'd their fpleenful mutiny, 
Until they hear the order of his death. 

Kin. That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true; 
But how he dy'd, God knows, not Henry : 
Enter his chamber, view his breathlefs corpfe, 
And comment then upon his fudden death. 

WAR. That (hall I do, my liege : Stay, S.ilhbury, 

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With the rude multitude, 'till I return. 

[Exit, to an inner Rocm. 

Kin. Othou that judgeft all things, ftay my thoughts j 
My thoughts, that labour to perfuade my foul, 
Some violent hands were lay'd on Humphrey's life ! 
If my fufpecl be falfe, forgive me, God ; 
For judgment only doth belong to thee ! 
Fain would 1 go to chafe his paly lips 
With twenty thousand kifles, and to drain 
Upon his face an ocean of fait 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 obfequies; 
And, to furvey his dead and earthy image, 
What were it but to make my forrow greater ? 

A Door is thrown open, and Glofter di/cover 1 d dead 
upon his Bed : WARWICK, and Others, by him. 

WAR . Come hither, gracious fovereign.vie w this body. 

Kin. That is to fee how deep my grave is made : 
For, with his foul, fled all my worldly folace ; 
And, feeing him, I fee my death in life. 

WAR. As furely as my foul intends to live 
With that dread King, that took our ftate upon him 
To free us from his father's wrathful curfe, 
I do believe that violent hands were lay'd 
Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke. 

SUF . A dreadful oath, fworn with a folemn tongue: 
What inftance gives lord Warwick for his vow ? 

WAR. See, how the blood is fettl'd in his facet 
Oft have I feen a timely-parted ghoft, 
Of afhy femblance, meager, pale, and bloodlefs, 
Being all defcended to the lab'ring heart ; 

*' For feeing life in death 

King Henry VI. 6 1 

Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, 

Attrafts the fame for aidance 'gainft the enemy ; 

Which with the heart there cools, and ne'er returneth 

To blufh and beautify the cheek again. 

But, fee, his face is black, and full of blood; 

His eye-balls farther out than when he liv'd, 

Staring full ghaftly like a ftrangl'd man : 

His hair up-rear'd, his noftrils ftretch'd with ftruggling; 

His hands abroad difplay'd, as one that grafp'd 

And tug'd for life, and was by ftrength fubdu'd. 

Look on the fheets, his hair, you fee, is flicking ; 

His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged, 

Like to the fummer's corn by tempeft lodg'd. 

It cannot be, but he was murther'd here; 

The leaft of all these figns were probable. [death ? 

SUF. Why, Warwick, who fhould do the duke to 
Myfelf, and Beaufort, had him in protection ; 
And we, I hope, fir, are no murtherers; [foes; 

WAR. But both of you were vow'd duke Humphreys 
And you, forfooth, had the good duke to keep : 
'Tis like, you would not feail him like a friend ; 
And 'tis well feen, he found an enemy. 

Que. Then you, belike, fufpeft these noblemen, 
As guilty of duke Humphrey's timelefs death. 

WA*.. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding frefh, 
And fees faft by a butcher with an axe, 
But will fufpeft, 'twas he that made the flaughter ? 
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's neft, 
But may imagine how the bird was dead, 
Although the kite foar with unbloody'd beak ? 
Even fo fufpicious is this tragedy. [knife? 

%ue. Are you the butcher, Suffolk ? where's your 


6z ttt fecund Part of 

Is Beaufort term'd a kite ? where are his talons? 

SVF. I wear no knife, to flaughter fleeping men; 
But here's ~f~ a vengeful fword, railed with ease, 
That fhall be fcoured in his rancorous heart, 
That flanders me with murder's crimson badge : 
Say, if thou dar'ft, proud lord of H'ar--u}ickjhire, 
That I am faulty in duke Humphrey "s death. 

[Exeunt Car. SOM. and Oilers. 

WJR. What dares not Warwick, if falfe Suffolk dare 

Que. Hedares not calm his contumelious fpirit, [him? 
Nor ceafe to be an arrogant controller, 
Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. 

WAR. Madam, be flill ; with reverence may I fay it} 
For every word, you fpeak in his behalf, 
Is {lander to yoar royal dignity. 

SUF, Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour! 
If ever lady wrong'd her lord fo much, 
Thy mother took into her blameful bed 
Some ftern untutor'd churl, and noble flock 
Was graft with crab- tree flip ; whose fruit thou art, 
And never of the Ne<vi/j' noble race. 

WAR. But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee, 
And I mould rob the death's-man of his fee, 
Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand fhames, 
And that my fovereign's presence makes me mild, 
I would, falfe murd'rous coward, on thy knee 
Make thee beg pardon for thy pafled fpeech, 
And fay it was thy mother that thou meantlr, 
That thou thyfelf waft born in baflardy : 
And, after all this fearful homage done, 
Give thee thy hire, and fend thy foul to hell, 
Pernicious blood-fucker of fleeping men. 

King Henry VL 63 

SVF . Thou fhalt be waking, while I ihed thy blood, 
If from this presence thou dar'ft go with me. 

WAR . Away even now, or I will drag thee hence : 
Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, 
And do fome fervice to duke Humphrey 's ghoft. 

\Exeunt SUF. and WAR. 

Kin. What flronger breaft-plate than a heart on-* 
Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel juft ; [tainted ? 
And he but naked, though lock'd up in fteel, 
Whose confcience with injuflice is corrupted. 

Que. What noise is this ? [Noijc within. 

Re-enter SUFFOLK, and WARWICK. 
Kin. Why, how now, lords? your wrathful weapons 

Here in our presence? dare you be fo bold ? [drawn 

Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here ? 

SUF. The trait'rous Warwick, with the men of Burj, 
Set all upon me, mighty fovereign. 


SAL. Sirs, ftand apart, the king mall knowyourmindi 
[to the Commons, entering. 

Dread lord, the commons fend you word by me, 
! Unlefs lord Suffolk llraight be done to death, 
\ Or banimed fair England" 1 ^ territories, 
[They will by violence tear him from your palace, 
! And torture him with grievous ling'ring death. 
I They fay, by him the good duke Humphrey dy'd ; 
iThey fay, in him they fear your highnefs' death : 
iAnd meer inftinft of love, and loyalty, 
Free from a ftubborn opposite intent, 
As being thought to contradict your liking, 
Makes them thus forward in his banifhment. 
They fay, in care of your mod royal perfon, 

S 2 

64 ST& fecond Part of 

That, if your highnefs (hould intend to fieep, 
And charge that no man fhould difturb ycfar reft, 
In pain of your diflike, or pain of death; 
Yet, notwithftanding fuch a ftrait edifl* 
Were there a ferpent feen, with forked tongue, 
That flily glided towards your majefty, 
It were but neceflary you were wak'd ; 
Left, being fuffer'd in that narmfnl flnmber, 
The mortal worm might make the fleep eternal : 
And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, 
That they will guard you, whe'r you will, or no, 
From fuch fell ferpents as falfe Suffolk is ; 
With whose envenomed and fatal fting, 
Your loving uncle, twenty times hJ-s worth, 
They fay, is fliameftrlly bereft of life. \3dllibury. 

C6m. [nvitbin.] An anfwer from the king, my lord of 
SUF . 'Tis like, the commons, rude unpolifh'd hind?, 
Could fend fuch mefTage to their fovereign- 
But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd, 
To (hew how quaint an orator you are : 
But all the honour Salisbury hath won, 
Is that he was the ford embaflador, 
Sent from a fort of tinkers to the king, [all break in. 
Com. [within.] An arrfwer from the king, or we will 
Kin. Go, Salisbitry, and tell them all from me r 
I thank them for their tender loving care : 
And had I not been cited fo by them, 
Yet did I purpose as they do entreat ; 
For, fure, my thoughts do hourly prophefy 
Mifchance unto my ftate by Suffolk's means. 
And therefore, by his majefty I fwear, 
Whose far unworthy deputy I a>m, 

King Henry VI. 65 

He (hall not breath infe&ion in this air 
But three days longer, on the pain of death. 


Que. O Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk ! 

Kin. Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk. 
No more, I fay ; if thou doft plead for him* 
Thou wilt but add encreafe unto my wrath. 
Had I but faid, I would have kept my word ; 
But, when I fwear, it is irrevocable : 
If, after three days' fpace, thau here be'ft found; 
On any ground that I am ruler of, 
The world fhall not be ranfom for thy life 
Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me.; 
I have great matters to impart to thee. 

[Exeunt King, WARWICK, Lords, &Cv 

>ue. Mifchance, and forrow, go along with, you 1. 
Heart's difcontent, and fpqr affliction,. 
Be play-fellows to keep you company ! 
There's two of you, The devil make a.third t- 
And three-fold vengeance t^nd upon, your fteps.! 

SUF. Ceafe, gentle queen, these execrations, 
And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. 

gup. Fie, coward woman, and foft-hearted wretch ! 
Haft thou not fpirit to. curfe thine enemies ? [them ? 

SUF. A plague upon them ! wherefore mould I curfe 
Would curfes kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, 
I would invent as bitter fearching terms, 
As curft, as harm, and horrible to he,ar, 
Deliver'd ftrongly through my fixed teeth, 
With full as many figns of deadly hate, 
As lean-fac'd envy in her loathfome cave : 
My tongue IhouJd Humble in mine earneft words ; 


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Mine eyes fhould fparkle like the beaten flint ; 
My hair be fixt on end, as one diftraft; 
Ay, every joint fhould feem to curfe and ban. 
And even now my burthen'd heart would break. 
Should I not curfe them. Poison be their drink ! 
Gall, worfe than gall, the daintieft that they tafte ! 
Their fweeteft fhade, a grove of cyprefs trees ! 
Their chiefeft profpeft, murth'ring basilifks ! 
Their foftefl touch, as fmart as lizards' flings ! 
Their musick, frightful as the ferpent's hifs ; 
And boding fcritch-owls make the concert full ! 
All the foul terrors in dark-feated hell 

Que. Enough, fweet Suffolk, thou torment'ft thyfelf; 
And these dread curfes like the fun 'gainft glafs, 
Or like an over-charged gun, recoil, 
And turn the force of them upon thyfelf. 

SUF . You bad me ban, and will you bid me leave ? 
Now, by the ground that I am banifh'd from, 
Well could I curfe away a winter's night, 
Though ftanding naked on a mountain top, 
Where biting cold would never let grafs grow, 
And think it but a minute fpent in fport. 

>ue. O, let me entreat thee ceafe ! Give me thy hand, 
That I may dew it with my mournful tears; 
Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place, 
To wafh away my woful monuments, 
O, could this "|~ kifs be printed in thy hand ; 
That thou might'fl think on these lips, by the feal, 
Through whom a thousand fighs are breath'd for thee ! 
So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; 
'Tis but furmis'd whilft thou art ftanding by, 
As one that furfeits thinking on a want. 

16 turn?! 8 uj>on 

King Henry VI. 67 

I will repeal thee, or, be well aflur'd, 

Adventure to be banifhed myfelf : 

And banifhed I am, if but from thee. 

Go, fpeak not to me ; even now be gone. 

O, go not yet \ Even thus two friends condemn'd 

Embrace, and kifs, and take ten thousand leaves, 

Lother a hundred times to part than die. 

Yet now farewel ; and farewel life with thee. 

SUF. Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banifhed 
Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. 
'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence ; 
A wildernefs is populous enough, 
So Suffolk had thy heavenly company : 
For where thou art, there is the world itfelf, 
With every feveral pleasure in the world ; 
And where thou art not, defolation. 
I can no more : Live thou to joy thy life ; 
Myfelf no joy in nought, but that thou- liv'ft. 
Enter a Gentleman, ba/iily. 

Que. WhithergoesW*fofalUwhatnews,Ipr'ythee? 

Gen. To fignify unto his majefty, 
That cardinal Beaufort is at point of death : 
For fuddenly a grievous ftcknefs took him, 
That makes him gafp and flare, and catch the air, 
Blafpheming God, and curfing men on earth. 
Sometime, he talks as if duke Humphrey's ghoft 
Were by his fide; fometime, he calls the king, 
And whifpers to his pillow, as to him, 
The fecrets of his over-charged foul : 
And I am fent to tell his majefty, 
That even now he cries aloud for him. 

<gue. Go, tell this heavy meflage to the king. [xGen. 


68 7he fecnJ Part f 

Ay me ! what is thjs world ? what news zre these ? 
But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor lols, 
Omitting Suffolk'' & exile, my foul's treasure? 
Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee, 
And with the fouthern clouds contend in tears ; 
Theirs for the earth's encreafe, mine for my forrows? 
Now, get thee hence ; the king, thou know'it, is coming 
If thou be found by me, thou art but dead. 

SUF. Jf I depart from thee, I cannot live : 
And ip thy fight to die, what were it elfe, 
But like a pleasant flumber in thy lap i 
Here could I breath my foul into the air, 
As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe, 
Dying with, mother's dug between it's lips : 
Where, from thy fight, I fhould be raging mad, 
And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes, 
To have thee with thy lips to Itop my mouth; 
So fhould'5 thou either turn my flying foul, 
Or I fhould breath it fo into thy body, 
And then it liv'd in fweet Elyzium. 
To die by thee, were but to die in jetf ; 
From thee tp die, were torture more than death : 
O, let me flay, befal what may befal. 

j^af. Away! though parting be a fretful corroftve, 
It is applied to a deathful wound,. 
To France, fweet Suffolk : Let me hear from thee; 
For whereftpe'er thou art in this world's globe, 
I'll have an Iris that fhall find thee out. 

SUF. I go. 

>ue. And take my heart with thee alone. 

SUF. A jewel lock'd into the woful'lt cajk 
That ever did contain a thing of worth. 

King Henry VI. 69 

Even as a fplitted bark, fo funder we ; 
This way fall I to death. 

Que. This way for me. \Exeunt, fe<vr ally. 

SCENE III. The fame. Another Room. 

The Cardinal in his Bed\ Attendants by him : Enter Kil}g, 


Kin. How fares my lord ? fpeak, Beaufort, to thy 
fovereign. [si^re, 

Car. If thou be'ft death, I'll give thee England's trea- 
Enough to purchafe fuch another ifland, 
So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. 

Kin. Ah, what a fign it is of evil life, 
Where death's approach is feen fo terrible ! 

WAR. Beaufort, it is thy fovereign fpeaks to thee. 

Car. Bring me unto my trial when you will. 
Dy'd he not in his bed : where mould he die ? 
Can I make men live, whe'r they will or no ? 
O ! torture me no more, I will confefs. 
Alive again ? then mew me where he is ; 
I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him. 
He hath no eyes, the duft hath blinded them. 
Comb down his hair; look, look, it ftands upright, 
Like lime -twigs fet to catch my winged foul. 
Give me fome drink; and bid the apothecary 
Bring the ftrong poison that I bought of him. 

Kin. O thou eternal mover of the heavens, 
Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch ! 
O, beat away the busy medling fiend, 
That lays ftrong fiege unto this wrecch's foul, 
And from his bosom purge this black defpair ! 

See, how the pangs of death do make him grin. 

70 Thefecond Part of 

SJL. Diflurb him not, let him pafs peaceably. 

Kin. Peace to his foul, if God's good pleasure be !_ 
Lord cardinal, if thou think'ft on heaven's blifs, 
Hold up thy hand, make fignal of thy hope 
He dies, and makes no fign : _ O God, forgive him ! 

JPjiR. So bad a death argues a monftrous life. 

Kin. Forbear to judge, for we are finners all 

Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain clofe ; 

And let us all to meditation. [Exeunt. 


SCENE I. Kent. The fea Shore. 

Firing beard at Sea. After that, a Boat appears ; 

aftd puts ajhore a Captain, a Mailer, a Majiers Mate 

Walter WHIT MORE, and Others: and <with them, at 

Prisoners, SUFFOLK, and other Gentlemen. 

Cap. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorfeful day 
Is crept into the bosom of the iea ; 
And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades 
That drag the tragick melancholy night ; 
Who with their drowzy, flow, and flagging wings 
Clip dead men's graves, and from their mifty jaws 
Breath foul contagious darknefs in the air: 
Therefore, bring forth the foldiers of our prize; 
For, whilft our pinnace anchors in the Downs, 
Here fhall they make their ranfom on the fand, 
Or with their blood ftain this difcolour'd more. _ 
Matter, this ~f~ prisoner freely give I thee;_ 
And thou that art his mate, make boot of ~J" this j _*. 
The -j- other, Walter Wbitmore, is thy (hare. 

King Henry VI. 71 

1 G'. What is my ranfom, mafter ? let me know. 
Maf. A thousand crowns, or elfe lay down your head. 
Mat. And fo much mall you give, or off goes yours. 
Cap. What, think you much to pay two thousand 

And bear the name and port of gentlemen? [crowns, 

Cut both the villains' throats ;_for die you mall ; 
The lives of those which we have loft in fight, 
Cannot be pois'd with fuch a petty fum. 

J G. I'll give it, fir; and therefore fpare my life. 

2 G. And fo will I, and write home for it ftraight. 
WHI. I loft mine eye in laying the prize aboard, 

And therefore, to revenge it, fhalt thou die ; [to Suf. 
And fo mould these, if I might have my will. 

Cap. Be not fo raft, take ranfom, let him live. 

SUF. Look on my ~f" George, I am a gentleman ; 
Rate me at what thou wilt, thou malt be pay'd. 

WHI. And fo am I ; my name is Walter Whitman. 
How now ? why ftart'ft thou ? what, doth death affright ? 

SUF. Thy name affrights me, in whose found is death. 
A cunning man did calculate my birth, 
And told me that by Water I mould die: 
Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded ; 
Thy name is Gualtier, being rightly founded. 

WHI. Gualtier, or Walter, which it is, I care not : 
Ne'er yet did bafe difhonour blur our name, 
But with our fword we wip'd away the blot; 
Therefore, when merchant-like I fell revenge, 
Broke be my fword, my arms torn and defac'd, 
And I proclaim'd a coward through the world. 

[is laying Hands on Suffolk, to bear him off". 

SUF. Stay, Whitmcre; for thy prisoner is a prince. 
The duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole. 

* Be counter-poys'd 

7* Thefecond Part tf 

Cap. The duke of Suffolk, muffl'd up in rags ! 

SUF . Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke ; 
Jove fometime went difguis'd, And why not I ? 

Cap. tout Jove was never flain, as thou (halt be. 

SUF. Obfcure and lowly fwain, king Henry'?, blood, 
The honourable blood of Lancafter, 
Muft not be (hed by fuch a jady groom. 
Haft thou not kiff'd thy hand, and held ray ftirrop, 
And bare-head plodded by my foot-cloth mule, 
And thought thee happy when I fliook my head ? 
How often hall thou waited at my cup, 
Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board, 
When I have feafted with queen Margaret /* 
Remember it, and let it make thee creft-fala; 
Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride : 
How in our voiding lobby haft thou ftood,. 
And duly waited for my coming forth } 
Tius hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf, 
And therefore mall it charm thy riotous tongue. 

WHI. Speak, captain, mail I ftab the forlorn fwain ? 

Cap. Firft let my words ftab him, as he hath me. 

SUF. Bafe flave ! thy words are blunt, and foart thou. 

Cap. Convey him hence, and on our long-boat's fids 
Strike off his head. 

SUF. Thou dar'ft not for thine own. 

Cap. Yes, Pole. 

SUF. Pole? 

Cap. Pole? ay, Pole; 

Nay, kennel, puddle, fink ; whose filth and dirt, 
Troubles the filver fpring where England drinks. 
Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth, 
For fwallowing the treasure of the realm; 

5 lowfie *8 v. Ntte. 

Thy Ups, 
And thoi 

King Henry VI. 7-5 

ups, that ki/Fd the queen, mail fweep the ground; 
And thou, that fmil'dft at good duke Humphrey's death, 
Againft the fenfelefs winds (halt grin in vain, 
Who, in contempt, mail hifs at thee again : 
And wedded be thou to the hags of hell* 
For daring to any a mighty lord 
Unto the daughter of a worthlefs king* 
Having neither fubjedl, wealth, nor diadem. 
By devilifh policy art thou grown great, 
And, like ambitious Sylla, over-gorg'd 
With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart. 
By thee, Anjon and Maine were fold to France : 
The falfe revolting Normans, thorough thee, 
Difdain to call us lord ; and Picardy 
Hath (lain their governors, furpris'd our forts, 
And fent the ragged foldiers wounded home. 
The princely Warwitk, and the Nevi/s all, 
Whose dreadful fwords were never drawn in vain, 
As hating thee, are rising up in arms : 
And now the houfe of York ~ thruft from the crown, 
By (hameful murther of a guildefs king, 
And lofty proud encroaching tyranny j 
Burns with revenging fire ; whose hopeful colours 
Advance our half-fac'd fun, {hiving to mine, 
Under the which is writ ln<vitis 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. 

SUF. O that I were a god, to moot forth thunder 
Upon these paltry, fervile, abjeft drudges ! 
Small things make bafe men proud : this villain here, 

1 ' mother-bkcdipg 9 thee, and ri 

74 Yk /econJ Part of 

Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more 

Than Barguius the ftrong lllyrian pirate. 

Drones fuck not eagles' blood, but rob bee -hives. 

It is impoffible, that I mould die 

By fuch a lowly vaflal as thyfelf. 

Thy words move rage, and not remorfe, in me : 

I go of mefikge from the queen to France ; 

I charge thee, waft me fafely crofs the channel. 

Cap. Walter- 
Wai. Come, Suffolk* I muft waft thee to thy death. 

SUF. Gelidus timor occupat art us : 'tis thee I fear. 

WHI. Thou fhalt have cause to fear, before I leave thee. 
What, are ye daunted now ? now wiil ye ftoop ? 

l G. My gracious lord, entreat him, fpeak him fair. 

SUF. Suffolk's imperial tongue is ftern and rough, 
Us'd to command, untaught to plead for favour. 
Far be it, we fhould honour fuch as these 
With humble fuit : 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 fooner dance upon a bloody pole, 
Than (land uncover'd to the vulgar groom, 
fitnoto, true nobility is exempt from fear : _ 
More can I bear, than you dare execute. 

Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more. 

SUF . Come, foldiers, [presenting him/elf to them. ] me W 

what cruelty ye can, 

That this my death may never be forgot. 
Great men oft die by vile bezonians : 
A Roman fworder and banditto flave 
Murther'd fweet Tully ; Brutus' baftard hand 
Sub'd Juliut Ctesar ; favage iflanders, 

*6 v, Nate, 

King Henry VI. 75 

Potnpey the great; and Suffolk dies by pirates. 

[Exit, with WHIT MORE, and Others. 
Cap. And as for these whose ranfom we have fet, 

It is our pleasure, one of them depart: 

Therefore come you with us, and let him ~|~ go. 

[Exeunt All but the fir ft Gentleman. 
Re- enter WHIT MORE, nvith Suffolk's Body. 
WHI. There let his head and lifelefs body lie, 

\throwing it down. 
Until the queen his miftrefs bury it. [Exit. 

I G. O barbarous and bloody fpedacle ! 
His body will I bear unto the king: 
If he revenge it not, yet will his friends ; 
So will the queen, that living held him dear. 

[Exit, with ike Endy. 

SCENE II. The fame. Black-heath. 
Enter George Bevis, and John Holland. 

GEO. Come, and get thee a fword, though made of 
a lath ; they have been up these two days. 

Jon. They have the more need to deep now then. 

GEO. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to 
drefs the common-wealth, and turn it, and fet a new 
nap upon it. 

Jo a. So he had need, 'tis thread-bare. Well, I fay, 
it was never merry world in England, fince gentlemen 
came up. 

GEO. O miserable age! Virtue is not regarded in 

Jon. The nobility think fcorn to go in 1 eather apron s. 

Gio. Nay more, the king's council are no good, 

j6 Tie fecontl P art cf 

JOB. True ; And yet it is faid Labour in fhy voca- 
tion : which is as much to fay, as, let the magiftrates be 
labouring men ; and therefore mould we be magiftrates. 

GEO. Thou haft hit it: for there's no better fign of 
a brave mind, than a hard hand. 

Joa . I fee them ' I fee them ! There Befit fon, the 
tanner of Wingham^ 

GEO. He (hall have the (kins of our enemies, to make 
dog's leather of. 

Jbti . And Dick the butcher ; 

GEO. Then is fin ftruck down like an ox, and ini- 
quity's throat cut like a calf. 

Jon. And Will the weaver : 

GEO. 4rgo t their thread of life is fpUn; 

Jon. Come, come, let's fall in with them : for our 
enemies (hall fall before us, infpired with the fpirit of 
putting down kings and princes. 

Drum. Enter DICK the Butcher, 

WILL the Weaver, and Others in great Number, 

ivith CADE at the Head of them. 

CAT>. We John Cade, fo term'd of our fupposed fa- 

Dic. " Or, rather, of dealing a cade of herrings." 

CAD. Command Jilence. 

Die. Silence! 

CAD. My father was a Mortimer', [layer." 

Die. " He was an honeft man, and a good brick- 

CAD. My mother a Plant agenet ; 

Die. " I knew her well, me was a midwife." 

CAD . My wife defcended of the Lades ; 

Die. She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, and'* 
fold many laces." 

5 v, Xote, 

King Henry VI. 77 

WIL. " But now of late, not able to travel with her" 
' fur'd pack, fhe wafhes bucks here at home." 

CAD. Therefore am I of an honourable houfe. 

Die. " Ay, by my faith : the field is honourable ;" 
and there was he born, under a hedge ; for his father" 
" had never a houfe, but the cage." 

CAD. Valiant I am : 

WIL. " 'A muft needs; for beggary is valiant." 

CAD. I am able to endure much : 

Die. " No queftion of that; for I have feen him" 
" whip'd three market-days together." 

CAD. I fear neither fword nor fire. [proof." 

WIL . " He need not fear the fword, for his coat is of 

Die. " But, methinks, he (hould (land in fear of fire," 
" being burnt i'th' hand for dealing of fheep." 

CAD. Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and 
vows reformation. There (hall be, in England^ feven 
half- penny loaves fold fora penny: the three-hoop'd 
pot (hall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony, to 
drink fmall beer : all the realm (hall be in common, 
and in Cbeapjtde (hall my palfrey go to grafs. And, 
when I am king, (as king I will be) 

all. God fave your majefty ! 

CAD. I thank you, good people. there (hall be no 
money ; all (hall eat and drink on my fcore ; and I will 
apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like 
brothers, and worfliip me their lord. 

Die. The firft thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. 

CAD . Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamen- 
table thing, that of the (kin of an innocent lamb mould 
be made parchment ; that parchment, being fcribbl'd o'er, 
fliould undo a man ? Some fay, the bee ftings : but I fay, 


7 8 MefocondPartof 

'tis the bee's wax ; for I did but feal once to a thing, and 
I was never my own man fince. How now ? who's there? 

Enter Some, bringing forward the Clerk of Chatham. 

WIL. The clerk of Chatham : he can write and read, 
and caft accompt. 

CAD. Omonftrous! 

WIL. We took him fetting of boys copks. 

CAD. Here's a villain ! 

WIL . H'as a book in his pocket, vith red letters in't. 

CAD. Nay, then he is a conjurer. [hand. 

Die. Nay, he can make obligations, and write court- 

CAD. I am forry for't : the man is a proper man, of 
mine honour; unlefs I find him guilty, he fhall not 

die Come hither, rrah$ I muft examine thee : What 

is thy name ? 

Cle. Emanutl. 

Die. They use to write it on the top of letters ;. 
'twill go hard with you. 

CAD. Let me alone : _ Doft thou use to write tl 
name? or haft thou a mark to thyfelf, like an honelt 
plain-dealing man .' 

Cle. Sir, I thank God, I have been fo well brought 
up, that I can write my name. 

all. He hath confeft : away with him ; he's a vil- 
lain, and a traitor. 

CAD. Away with him, I fay : hang him with his pen 
and inkhorn about his neck. [Exeunt Some with the Clerk. 
Enter MICHAEL, baftily. 

MIC. Where's our general ? 

CAD. Here I am, thou particular fellow. 

MIC. Fly, fly, fly! fir Humphrey Stafford, and hi 
brother, are hard by, with the king's forces. 

King Henry VI. 79 

CAD. Stand, villain, ftand, or I'll fell thee down : 
he mall be encounter'd with a man as good as himfelfj 
He is but a knight, is 'a ? 

MIC. No. 

CAD. To equal him, I will make myfelf a knight pre- 
sently; Rise up fir John Mortimer. Now have at him, 
Drum. Enter Sir Humphrey STAFFORD, 
and Brother, nuitb Forces. 

STA. Rebellious hinds, the filth and (burn of Kent* 
Mark'd for the gallows, lay your weapons down, 
Home to your cottages, forfake this ~f~ groom ; 
The king is merciful, if you revolt. 

Bro. But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to blood, 
If you go forward: therefore yield, or die. 

CJD. As for these filken-coated flaves, I pafs not;.* 
It is to you, good people, that I fpeak, 
O'er whom, in time to come, I hope to reign ; 
For I am rightful heir unto the crown. 

STA. Villain, thy father was a plaifterer; 
And thou thyfelf, a (hearman, Art thou not ? 

CAD. And Adam was a gard'ner. 

Bro. And what of that ? 

CAD. Marry, this: Edmund Mortimer* earl of Marth, 
Marry'd the duke of Clarence' daughter ; Did he not? 

STA. Ay, fir. 

CAD. By her he had two children at one birth. 

Bro. That's falfe. 

CAD. Ay, that's the queftion; but, I fay, 'tis true: 
The elder of them, being put to nurfe, 
Was by a beggar-woman ftoln away ; 
And, ignorant of his birth and parentage, 
Became a bricklayer, when he came to age : 

T 2 

80 Tfc? finnd Part of 

His fon am I; deny it, if you can. 

Die. Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he fliall be king. 

Wit. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's houfe, 
and the bricks are alive at this day to teftify it ; there- 
fore, deny it not. 

STA. And will you credit this bafe drudge's words, 
That fpeaks he knows not what ? 

all. Ay, marry, will we ; therefore get you gone. 

Sra. JackCaJe,\ht duke of fork hath taught you this. 

CAD. ' He lies, for I invented it myfelf."_Go to, 
firrah, Tell the king from me, that for his father's 
fake, Henry the fifth, in whose time boys went to fpan- 
counter for French crowns, I am content he fhall 
reign ; but I'll be prote&or over him. 

Die. And, furthermore, we'll have the lord Say's 
head, for felling the dukedom of Maine. 

CAD . And good reason ; for thereby is England 'main 1 'd, 
and fain to go with a ftaff, but that my puiffance holds 
it up. Fellow kings, I tell you, that that lord Say hath 
gelded the common-wealth, and made it an eunuch : 
and more than that, he can fpeak French, and therefore 
he is a traitor. 

STA. O grofs and miserable ignorance ! 

CAD. Nay, anfwer, if you can: The Frenchmen are 
our enemies : go to then, I afk but this ; Can he, that 
fbeaks with the tongue of an enemy, be a good coun- 
lellor, or no ? 

all. No, no; and therefore we'll have his head. 

Bra. Well, feeing gentle words will not prevail, 
Aflail them with the army of the king. 

SrA. Herald, away : and, throughout every town, 
Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade, 

King Henry VI. 81 

That those, which fly before the battle ends, 
May, even in their wives' and children's fight, 
Be hang'd up for example at their doors: _ 
And you, that be the king's friends, follow me. 

[Extant STAFFORD, and Force j. 

CAD . And you, that love the commons, follow me. 
Now fhew yourfelves men, 'tis for liberty. 
We will not leave one lord, one gentleman : 
Spare none, but fuch as go in clouted moen; 
For they are thrifty honelt men, and fuch 
As would (but that they dare not) take our parts. 

Die. They are all in order, and march toward us. 

CAD. But then are we in order, when we are moft 
out of order. Come, march forward. [Exeunt. 

SCENE III. rbefame. Mother Part of it. 

Alarums. Enter the two Parties, and fight \ 

and both the Staffbrds are Jlain. 

CA&. Where's Dick, the butcher of Ajbford? 

Die. Here, fir. 

CAD. They fell before thee like (beep and oxen, and 
thou behav'dft thyfelf as if thou hadft been in thine own 
flaughter-houfe : therefore thus will I reward thee,-~ 
The lent mall be as long again as it is ; and thou malt 
have a licenfe to kill for a hundred lacking one. 

Die. 1 desire no more. 

CAD. And, to fpeak truth, thou deserv'ft no lefs. 
This monument of the vidory [taking o^" Stafford'/ jtfr- 
mour.] will I bear; and the bodies mall be drag'd at 
my horfe' heels, 'till I do come to London, where we will 
have the mayor's fword born before us. 

D*. If we mean to thrive and do good, break open 

8* Tit fecend Part ef 

the goals, and let out the prisoners. 

CAD. Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's 
inarch towards London. [Exenni. 

SCE NE IV. London. A Room in the Palace. 

Enter King Henry, reading ; BUCKINGHAM, and 

the Lord Say, with him : at a Dijlance, Queen 

Margaret, mourning o*ver a Head. 

^ue. Oft have I heard that grief foftens the mind, 
And makes it fearful and degenerate ; 
Think therefore on revenge, and ceafe to weep. 
But who can ceafe to weep, and look on this ? 
Here may his head lie on my throbbing breaft : 
But where's the body that 1 fhould embrace? 

Buc. What anfwer makes your grace to the rebels' 
fupplication ? 

Kin. I'll fend fome holy bifliop to entreat: 
For God forbid, fo many fimple fouls 
Should perim by the fword ! And I myfelf, 
Rather than bloody war mall cut them fhort, 
Will parly with Jack Cade their general. 
But flay, I'll read it over once again. 

>ue. Ah, barbarous villains ! hath this lovely face 
Rul'd, like a wand'ring planet, over me ; 
And could it not enforce them to relent, 
That were unworthy to behold the fame ? 

Kin. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath fworn to have thy head. 

S^r. Ay, but (I hope) your highnefs mail have his. 

Kin. How now, madam ? 
Lamenting (till, and mourning SuflblJPs death? 
I fear, my love, if that I had been dead, 
Thou wouldeft not have mourn'd fo much for me. 

3 Still lamenting and mourning for 

King Henry VI. S 3 

Que. No, love, I fhould not mourn, but die for thee. 
Enter a MefTenger, baftily. 

Ki*. How now! what news? why com'ft thou in, 
fuch hafte? 

Me/. The rebels are in Soutbwark ; Fly, my lord ! 
Jack Cade proclaims himfelf lord Mortimer, 
Defcended from the duke of Clarence" houfe; 
And calls your grace usurper, openly, 
And vows to crown himfelf in Weftminfter-. 
His army is a ragged multitude 
Of hinds and peasants, rude and mercilefs : 
Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death 
Hath given them heart and courage to proceed : 
All fcholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen, 
They call ~ falfe caterpillars^ and intend their death. 

Kin. O gracelefs men ! they know not what they do. 

Euc. My gracious lord, retire to Kenehuortby 
Until a power be rais'd to put them down. 

>ue. Ah, were the duke of Suffolk now alive* 
These Kentijb rebels mould be foon appeas'd. 

Kin. Lord Say, the traitor rebel hateth thee, 
Therefore away with us to Kenel--worth. 

SAY. So might your grace's perfon be in danger j 
The fight of me is odious in their eyes : 
And therefore in this city will I flay, 
And live alone as fecret as I may. 

Enter another Meflenger. 

Mef. Jack Cade hath gotten Z, Wo*-bridge, mg lOrtJ \ 
The citizens fly him, and forfake their houses ; 
The rafcal people, thirfting after prey, 
Join with the traitor; and they jointly fwear, 
To fpoil the city, and your royal court. 

J No my Love * Traitors 

84 Tie /eceitJ Part of 

Sue. Then linger not, my lord ; away, take horfe. 

Kin. Come, Margaret ; God, our hope, will fuccour 

Que. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceaf'd. [us. 

Kin. Farewel, my lord ; trufl not to Kentijh rebels. 

BtfC. Truft no body, for fear you be betray'd. 

SAY. The truft I have is in mine innocence, 
And therefore am I bold and resolute. [Exeunt. 

SCENE V. r be fame. The fewer. 

Lurd SCALES, and Others, upon the Walh. Enter 

certain Citizens, btnealk. 

SCA. How now ? is Jack Cade {lain ? 

I C. No, my lord, nor likely to be flain; for they 
have won the bridge, killing all those that withftand 
them : The lord mayor craves aid of your honour from 
the tower^ to defend the city from the rebels. 

SCA. Such aid as I can fpare, you (hall command;. 
But I am troubl'd here with them myfelf, 
The rebels have aflay'd to win the tower. 
But get you into Smithjield, gather head, 
And thither will I fend you Matthew Gough: 
Fight for your king, your country, and your lives; 
And fo farewel, for I muft hence again. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VI. The fame. Cannon-ftreet. 
Enter JACK CADE, and tbi reft, and Jlr ikes his 

S*word upon London -Jl one. 

CA*. Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, 
fitting upon London-Rone, I charge and command, thaf, 
of the city's coft, the pifling-conduit run nothing but 
claret wine the firft year of our reign. And now, hence- 
forward, it fhall be treason for any that calls me other 

i Smithfield, and gather 

King Henry VI. 85 

than ~ lord Mortimer. 

Enter one of hi] Soldiers, running. 

Sol. Jack Cade, Jack Cade, 

CAD. Knock him down there. [they kill him. 

WIL. If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack 
Cade more ; I think, he hath a very fair warning. 

Die. My lord, there's an army gather'd together in 

CAD. Come then, let's go fight with them : But, firft, 
go and kt London- bridge on fire ; and, if you can, burn 
down the Tower too. Come, let's away. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VII. The fame. Smithfield. 

Alarums. Enter, on one Side, CADE ana 1 his Company; 
en the other, Citizens, and Kings Forces, beaded by 

Matthew Gough : Theyfght ; and the Citizens, &c. 
are routed, and Gough Jlain. 

CAD . So, firs : Now go fome and pull down the Sa- 
*voy\ others to the inns of court; down with them all. 

Die. J have a fuit unto your lordfhip. 

CAD. Be it alordfhip, thoufhalthave it for that word. 

Die. Only, that the laws of Eng land may come out 
of your mouth. 

Jo H. " Mafs, 'twill be fore law then; for he was" 
' thruil in the mouth with a fpear, and'tis not whole yet." 

WIL. " Nay, John, it will be (linking law; for his" 
' breath (links with eating toafted cheese." 

CAD. I have thought upon it, it mall be fo. Away, 
burn all the records of the realm; my mouth (hall be 
the parliament of England. 

JOH. " Then we are like to have biting ftatutes," 
unlefs his teeth be pull'd out." 


CJD. And henceforward all things ftiall be in common. 

Enter a Meflenger. 

Mef. My lord, a prize, a prize ! here's the lord Say t 
which fold the towns in France; he that made us pay 
one and twenty fifteens, and one (hilling to the pound, 
the laft fubfidy. 

Enter GEORGE, 'with the Lord SAY. 
CJD. Well, he (hall be beheaded for it ten times. _ 
Ah, thou fay, thou ferge, nay, thou buckram lord ! now 
art thou within point-blank of our jurifdi&ion regal. 
What can ft thou anfwer to my majefty, for giving up 
of Normantfy unto monfieur Basimscu, the dauphin of 
France ? Be it known unto thee by these presence, even 
the presence of lord Mortimer, that I am the besom that 
mult fweep the court clean of fuch filth as thou art. 
Thou haft mod traitoroufly corrupted the youth of the 
realm, in erefting a gram mar- fchool : and whereas, 
before, our fore- fathers had no other books but the 
fcore and the tally, thou haft caused printing to be 
us'd; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dig- 
nity, thou haft built a paper-mill. It will be proved to 
thy face, that thou haft men about thee, that usually 
talk of a noun, and a verb ; and fuch abominable words, 
as no chriftian ear can endure to hear. Thou haft ap- 
pointed juftices of peace, to call poor men before them, 
about matters they were not able to anfxver : Moreover, 
thou haft put them in prison ; and, because they could 
not read, thou haft hang'd them ; when, indeed, only 
for that cause they have been moft worthy to live. Thou 
doft ride on a foot-cloth, doft thou not? 
SAT. What of that? 
Cfp. Marry, thou ought'ft not to let thy horfe wear 

King Henry VI. 8 7 

a cloak, when honefter men than them go in their hose 
and doublets. 

Die. And work in their fhirt too; as myfelf, for 
example, that am a butcher. 

SAY. You men of Kent, 

Die. What fay you of Kent ? 

SAY. , Nothing but this, 'Tis bona terra, mala gens. 

CAD. Away with him, away with him! he fpeaks Latin. 

SAY. Hear me but fpeak, and bear me where you will. 
Kent, in the commentaries Casar writ, 
Is term'd the civil'ft place of all this ifle: 
Sweet is the country, because full of riches; 
The people liberal, valiant, aUve, wealthy; 
Which makes me hope you are not void of pity. 
I fold not Maine, I loll not Normandy ; 
Yet, to recover them, would lose my life. 
Juftice with favour have I always done; 
Prayers and tears have mov'd me, gifts could never. 
When have 1 aught exafted at your hands ? 
Kent to maintain, the king, the realm, and you, 
Large gifts have I beftow'd on learned clerks, 
Because my book prefer'd me to the king : 
And feeing ignorance is the curfe of God, 
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,""* 
Unlefs you be posseff'd with devilifh fpirits, 
You cannot but forbear to murther me. 
This tongue hath parly'd unto foreign kings 
For your behoof, 

CAP . Tut ! when ftruck'ft thou one blow in the field ? 

SAY. Greatmenhavereachinghandsrofthavelitruck 
Those that I never faw, and llruck them dead, [folks * 

GEO. Q monftrous coward! what, to come behind 

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SAY. These cheeks are pale with watching for your 
good. ['em red again. 

CAD. Give him a box o'th'ear, and that will make 

SAY. Long fitting to determine poor men's causes 
Hath made me full of ficknefs and diseases. 

CAD. Ye (hall have a hempen caudle then, and the 
help of a hatchet. 

Die. Why doft thou quiver, man? 

SAT. The palsy, and not fear, provoketh me. 

CAD. Nay, he nods at us; as who fhould fay, I'll be 
even with you. I'll fee if his head will ftand fteadier oa 
a pole, or no : Take him away, and behead him. 

SAY. Tell me, wherein have I offended moft 
Have I affe&ed wealth, or honour; fpeak ? 
Are my chefts fill'd up with extorted gold? 
Is my apparel fumptuous to behold ? 
Whom have I injur'd, that ye feek my death ? 
These hands are free from guiltlefs blood-medding* 
This breaft from harb'ring foul deceitful thoughts. 
O, let me live ! 

CAD. " I feel remorfe in myfelf with hrs words :'* 
' but I'll bridle it; he fhalldie, an it be but for plead-'* 
" ing fo well for his life." Away with him ! he has a 
familiar under his tongue ; he fpeaks not, o'God's name. 
Go, take him away, 1 fay, and ftrike off his head pre- 
sently ; and then break into his fon-i-n-law's houfe, fir 
James Cramer, and ftrike off his head, and bring them 
both upon two poles hither. 

all. It mall be done. [prayers, 

SAY. Ah, countrymen ! if, when you make your 
God (hould be fo obdurate as yourfelves, 
How would it fare with your departed fouls ? 

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King Henry VI. 89 

And therefore yet relent, and fave my life. 

CAD. Away with him, and do as I command ye : _ 
[Exeunt Some iuitb Lord SAY. 

the proudeft peer in the realm fhall not wear a head on 
his moulders, unlefs he pay me tribute ; there (hall not 
a maid be marry'd, but fhe fhall pay to me her maiden- 
head ere they have it : Men fhall hold of me in capite ; 
and we charge and command, that their wives be as free 
as heart can wifh, or tongue can tell. 

Die. My lord, when fhall we go to Cbeapfedt, and 
take up commodities upon our bills ? 

CAD. Marry, presently. 

all O brave ! 

Re-enter Rebels, ivitb the Heads. 

CJD. But is not this braver ?_ Let them kifs one an- 
other; for they lov'd well, when they were alive. Now 
part them again, left they confult about the giving up 
of fome more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the fpoil 
of the city until night : for with these born before us, 
inftead of maces, will we ride through the ftreets ; and, 
at every corner, have them kifs. Away! [Exeunt. 

SCENE VIII. Southwark. 
Alarums. Enter CADE, and bis Party. 
CAD. Up FiJh-Jireet ! down fain t Magnus? corner ! kill 
and knock down ! throw them into Thames /_ 

[Parley founded; afterwards, a Retreat. 
What noise is this I hear ? Dare any be fo bold, to 
found retreat or parley when I command them kill ? 
Enter BUCKINGHAM, and old CLIP FORD ; 

Forces with them. 
%cc. Ay, here they be that dare and will difturb thee 

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Know, Cade, we come embafladors from the king 
Unto the commons, whom thou haft mif-led ; 
And here pronounce free pardon to them all, 
That will forfake thee, and go home in peace. 

o. C. What fay ye, countrymen r will ye relent, 
And yield to mercy, whilft 'tis offer'd you ; 
Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? 
Who loves the king, and will embrace his pardon, 
Fling up his cap, and fay God fave his majefty ! 
Who hateth him, and honours not his father, 
Henry the fifth, that made all France to quake, 
Shake he his weapon at us, and pafs by. 

all. God fave the king! God fave the king ! 

CjtD. What, Buckingham, and Clifford, are ye fo 

brave ? And you, bafe peasants, do ye believe him ? 

will you needs be hang'd with your pardons about your 
necks ? Hath my fword therefore broke through London 
gates, that you fhould leave me at the White-hart in 
Soutkwark? I thought, ye would never have given out 
these arms, 'till you had recover'd your antient free- 
dom : but you are all recreants, and daftards ; and de- 
light to live in flavery to the nobility. Let them break 
your backs with burthens, take your houses over your 
heads, ravifh your wives and daughters before your 
faces: For me, I will make ftrift for one; and fo 
God's curfe light upon you all ! 

all. We'll follow Catfe, we'll follow Cade. 

o. C. Is Cade the fon 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 meaneft of you earls and dukes ? 
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to ; 

King Henry VI. 9< 

Nor knows he how to live, but by the fpoil, 
Unlefs by robbing of your friends, and us. 
Wer't not a (hame, that, whilft you live at jar, 
The fearful French, whom you late vanquifhed, 
Should make a ftart o'er feas, and vanquifli you ? 
Methinks, already, in this civil broil, 
] fee them lording it in London ftreets, 
Crying Villageois! unto all they meet : 
Better, ten thousand bafe-born Cades mifcarry, 
Than you mould ftoop unto a Frenchman 1 ?, mercy. 
To France, to France, and get what you have loft ; 
Spare England, for it is your native coaft : 
Henry hath money, you are ftrong and manly ; 
God on our fide, doubt not of vidory. 

all. A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the king, 
and Clifford. 

CAD . Was ever feather fo lightly blown to and fro, 
as this multitude? the name of Henry the fifth hales 
them to an hundred mifchiefs, and makes them leave 
me defolate. I fee them lay their heads together, to 
furprize me : my fword make way for me, for here is 
no flaying In defpight of the devils and hell, have 
through the very midlt of you ! and heavens and ho- 
nour be witnefs, that no want of resolution in me, but 
only my followers' bafe and ignominious treasons, makes 
me betake me to my heels. [Exit. 

Buc. What, is he fled ? go forne, and follow him ; 
And he, that brings his head unto the king, 
Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward 

[Exeunt fame of t bin:. 

Follow me, foldiers ; we'll devise a mean 
To reconcile you all unto the king. \Exgunt, 

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SCENE IX. Kenelworth. 
Enter King Henry, and Queen, with SOMERSET 

and Others, upon a Terras. 

Kin. Was ever king, that joy'd an earthly throne, 
And could command no more content than I ? 
No fooner was I crept out of my cradle, 
But I was made a king, at nine months old : 
Was never fubjedl long'd to be a king, 
As I do long and wiih to be a fubjeft. 

Sue. Health, and glad tidings, to your majefty! 
Kin. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade furpriz'd? 
Or is he but retir'd to make him ftrong ? 

Enter, belo*w, the Soldiers of Cade'j Army, 

ivith Halters about their Necks. 

o. C. He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield; 
And humbly thus"|~ with halters on their necks 
Expeft your highnefs' doom, of life, or death. 

Kin. Then, heaven, fet ope thy everlafling gates, 
To entertain my vows of thanks and praise. 
Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, 
And fhew'd how well you love your prince and country : 
Continue ftill in this fo good a mind, 
And Henry, though he be infortunate, 
Aflure yourfelves, will never be unkind : 
And fo, with thanks, and pardon to you all, 
I do difmifs you to your feveral countries. 

all. God fave the king ! God fave the king ! [ Exeunt, 

Enter a MefTenger. 

Mef. Please it your grace to be advertised, 
The duke of York is newly come from Inland: 

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And with a puiflant and a mighty power, 
Of nimble Gallo-iv-glaJ/es, and ftout Kernes, 
Is marching hitherward in proud array ; 
And ftill proclaimeth, as he comes along, 
His arms are only to remove from thee 
The duke of Sotnerfet, whom he terms a traitor. 

Kin. Thus ftands my ftate, 'twixt Cade and York di- 
Like to a fhip, that, having 'fcap'd a temped, [ftrefTd; 
]s ftraitway calm'd, and boarded with a pirate: 
But now is Cade driven back, his men difperf'd ; 
' And now is York in arms, to fecond him 
i I pray thee, Buckingham^ go and meet toi$ him ; 
And afk him, what's the reason of these arms : 
Tell him, I'll fend duke Edmund to the tower ;_ 
And, Somerfet, we will commit thee thither, 
Until his army be difmifFd from him. 

SOM. My lord, I'll yield myfelf to prison willingly, 
Or unto death, to do my country good. 

Kin. In any cafe, be not too rough in terms; 
For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language. 

Buc. I will, my lord ; and doubt not fo to deal, 
As all things (hall redound unto your good. 

Kin. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better; 
For yet may England curfe my wretched reign. [Exeunt. 

SCENE I. Kent. U^ s Garden. 
Enter CADE. 

CAD. Fie on ambition! fie on myfelf; that have a 
fword, and yet am ready to famifti ! These five days 

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have I hid me in these woods ; and durft not peep out, 
for all the country is lay'd for me ; but now am I fo 
hungry, that, if I might have a leafe of my life for a 
thousand years, I could ftay no longer. Wherefore, o'er 
a brick-wall have I climb'd into this garden ; to fee if 
I can eat grafs, or pick a fallet another while, which is 
not amifs to cool a man's ftomack this hot weather: 
And, I think, this word fallet was born to do me good : 
for, many a time, but for a fallet, my brain-pan had 
been cleft with a brown bill ; and, many a time, when 
I have been dry, and bravely marching, it hath ferv'd 
me inftead of a quart-pot to drink in ; and now the 
word fallet muft ferve me to feed on. 
Enter ID EN. 

IDE. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court, 
And may enjoy fuch quiet walks as these ? 
This fmall inheritance, my father left me, 
Contenteth me, and'0 worth a monarchy : 
I feck not to wax great by others' waining ; 
Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy ; 
Sufficeth, that I have maintains my ftate, 
And fends the poor well pleased from my gate. 

CAD. Here's the lord of the foil come to feize me for 

a ftray, for ent'ring his fee- iimple without leave. Ah, 

villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand crowns 
of the king by carrying my head to him; but I'll make 
thee eat iron like an oftridge, and fwallow my fword 
like a great pin, ere thou and I part. 

IDE. Why, rude companion, whatfoe'er thou be, 
I know thee not ; Why then mould I betray thee ? 
Is't not enough, to break into my garden, 
And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, 

5 on a *9 warning 

king lienry Vf . 95 

Climbing my walls in fpight of me the owner, 
But thou wilt brave me with these faucy terms ? 

CAD . Brave thee ? ay, by the beft blood that ever was 
broach'd, 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 door-nail, 
I pray God, I may never eat grafs more. 

IDE. Nay, it (hall ne'er be laid, while England baxi&s t 
That Alexander Iden, 'fquire of Kent, 
Took odds to combat a poor famifli'd man. 
Oppose thy ftedfaft-gazing eyes to mine, 
See if thou canft out-face me with thy looks. 
Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lefler : 
Thy hand is but a finger to my fift ; 
Thy leg a flick, compared with this truncheon ; 
My foot ftiall fight with all the ftrength thou haft ; 
And if mine arm be heaved in the air, 
Thy grave is dig'd already in the earth. 
As for more words, let this ~|~ my fword report, 
Whose greatnefs anfwers words, what fpeech forbears. 

CAD. By my valour, the moft compleat champion 
that ever I heard Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut 
not out the burly-bon'd clown in chines of beef ere thou 
fleep in thy {heath, I befeech "Jove on my knees, thou 
may'ft be turn'd to hob-nails. \Jight ; and Cade falls.'} 
O, I am flain! famine, and no other, hath flain me: 
let ten thousand devils come againft me, and give me 
but the ten meals I have loft, and I'd defy them all. 
Wither, garden ; and be henceforth a burying -place to 
all that do dwell in this houfe, because the unconquer'd 
foul of Cade is fled. 

IDE. Is'tCtfdk that I have flain, that monftrous traitor? 

9 Idtn, an Efquirc '9 v. Nett. 

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96 VbefetondPart of 

Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, 
And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead: 
Ne'er (hall this blood be wiped from thy point; 
But thou fhalt wear it as a herald's coat, 
To emblaze the honour that thy matter got. 
. CAD. Idea, farewel ; and be proud of thy viftory : 
Tell Kent from me, (he hath loft her beft man, and ex- 
hort all the world to be cowards ; for I, that never feared 
any, am vanquifhed by famine, not by valour. [dies. 
JDS. Howmuch thou wrong'ftme.heaven be my judge. 
Die, damned wretch, the curfe of her that bare thee! 
And as I thruft ~|~ thy/body in with my fword, 
So wiih I, I might thruft thy foul to hell. 
Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels 
Unto a dunghil, which (hall be thy grave, 
And there cut off thy moft ungracious head ; 
Which I will bear in triumph to the king, 
Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. 

[Exit, dragging cut the Bcdj. 

SCENE II. Fields mar Saint Alban's. 

Tivo Camps pitched, the King's, and the Duke 

of York's ; en either Side, one. Enter 

YORK, attended. 

TOR. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim his right, 
And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head : 
Ring, bells, aloud ; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, 
To entertain great England's lawful king. 
Ah, majefty, who would not buy thee dear ! 
Let them obey, that know not how to rule ; 
This hand was made to handle nought but gold : 
1 cannot give due aftion to my words 

*9 Ah Sanfia Majefias 3 knowcs 

King Henry VI. 97 

Except a fword,. or fcepter, balance it. 

A fcepter (hall it have, have I a foul ; 

On which I'll tofs the flower de- luce of France. 

Whom have we here? Buckingham, to difturb me? 

The king hath fent him, fure : I muft diflemble. 
Buc. York, if thou meaneft well, I greet thee well. 
TOR* Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting. 

Art thou a mefTenger, or come of pleasure ? 
Buc. A mefienger from Henry, our dread liege> 

To know the reason of these arms in peace ; 

Or why, thou being a fubjedl, as I am, 

Againft thy oath and true allegiance fworn, 

Should'ft raise fo great a power without his leave, 

Or dare to bring thy force fo near the court. 
TOR. " Scarce can I fpeak, my choler is-fo great." 
O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint," 
I am fo angry at these abjedl terms ;" 
And now, like Ajax Telamonius," 
On fheep and oxen could I fpend my fury!" 
I am far better born than is the king ;" 
More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts.: '* 
But I muft make fair weather yet a while," 
'Till Henry be more weak, and I more ftrong._" 

O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me, 

That I have given no anfwer all this while ; 

My mind was troubl'd with deep melancholy. 

The cause why I have brought this army hither, 

Is to remove proud Somerjet from the king, 

Sedkious to his grace, and to the ftate. 

Buc. That is too much presumption on thy part : 

But if thy arms be to no other end, 

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The king hath yielded unto thy demand ; 
The duke of Somerfet is in the tower. 

To R. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner ? 

Bvc. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. 

TOR . Then, Buckingham, I do difmifs my powers : _^. 
Soldiers, I thank you all 5 difperfe yourfelves j 
Meet me to-morrow in faint George's field, 
You fhall have pay, and every thing you wifh. __ 
And let my fovereign, virtuous Henry , 
Command my eldeft fon, nay, all my fons, 
As pledges of my fealty and love, 
I'll fend them all as willing as I live ; 
Lands, goods, horfe, armour, any thing I have 
Is to his ufe, fo Somerfet may die. 

Bvc. Fork, I commend this kind fubmiffion; 
We twain will go into his highnefs' tent. 
Enter King Henry, attended, 

Kin. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, 
That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm ? 

Ton. In all fubmiffion and humility, 
York doth present himfelf unto your highnefs. 

Kin. Then what intend these forces thou doft bring? 

Yo R. To heave the traitor Somerfet from hence; 
And fight againft that monftrous rebel, Cade t 
Whom fince I hear to be difcomfited. 

Enter ID EN, with Cade'/ Head. 

/PE. If one fo rude, and of fo mean condition, 
May pafs into the presence of a king, 
Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, 
The head of Cade, whom I in combat flew, [thou ! _ 

Kin. The head of Cade? Great God, how juft art 
O, let me view his visage being dead, 

intends *5 heard 

King Henry VI. 99 

That living wrought me fuch exceeding trouble. 
Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that flew him ? 

IDE. I was, an't like your majefty. 

Kin. How art thou call'd ? and what is thy degree ? 

IDE. Alexander Iden, that's my name; 
A poor efquire of Kent, that loves the king. 

Buc. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amifs 
He were created knight for his good fervice. 

Kin. Iden> kneel down ; noto rise t$ou up a knight : 
We give thee for reward a thousand marks; 
And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. 

IDE. May Iden live to merit fuch a bounty, 
And never live but true unto his liege ! 

Enter the Queen, and SOMERSET. 

Kin. See, Buckingham! Somerfet comes with thequeen ; 
Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. 

S^ue . For thousand Yorks he {hall not hide his head, 
But boldly ftand, and front him to his face. 

To R. How now ! is Somerfet at liberty ? 
Then York unloofe thy long imprison'd thoughts, 
And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. 
Shall I endure the fight of Somerfet? 
Falfe king, why haft thou broken faith with me, 
Knowing how hardly I can brook abufe ? 
King did I call thee ? no, thou art not king; 
Not fit to govern and rule multitudes, 
Which dar'ft not, no, nor canft not, rule a traitor : 
That head of thine doth not become a crown j 
Thy hand is made to grafp a palmer's ftaff, 
And not to grace an awful princely fcepter. 
That gold muft round engirt these brows of mine; 
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Is able with the change to kill and cure : 
Here is a hand to hold a fcepter up, 
And with the fame to aft controuling laws. 
Give place; by heaven, thou fhalt rule no more 
O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. 

SOM. O monftrous traitor \ I arreft thre, Tork, 
Of capital treason 'gainft the king and crown : 
Obey, audacious traitor ; kneel for grace. 

TQR. Would'ft have me kneel? firltlet me afk of these, 
[pointing to his Troops, and Attendants. 
If they can brook 1 bow a knee to man. _ 
Sirrah, call in my fons to be my bail ; _ [Exit Ait. 
J know, ere they will let me go to ward, 
They'll pawn their fwords for my enfranchisement. 

Que. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, 

To fay, if that the baftard boys of Tork 
Shall be the furety for their traitor father. 

TOR. O blood- befpotted Neapolitan, 
Out-cait of Naples, England"** bloody fcourge \ 
The fons of York, thy betters in their birth, 
Shall be their father's bail ; and bane to those 
That for my furety will refuse the boys. 
See, where they come ; I'll warr'nt, they'll make it good, 

>ue. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail. 
Drums. Enter, from one Side, the Lords 

EDWARD and RICHARD, Sons to York; and, from 

the other, Old CLIP FORD and bis Son ; 

Farces ivith them both. 

f. C. Health and all happinefs to my lord the king? 
[kneeling to Henry. 

TOR. Wethankthee,C/($W:Say,whatnewswiththee? 

9 of tbee, 

King Henry VI. lot 

Nay, do not fright us with an angry look : 
We are thy fovereign, Clifford, kneel again; 
For thy miftaking fo, we pardon thee. 

o. C. This is my king, Fork, I do not miftake; 
But thou miftak'ft me much, to think I do : 
To Bedlam with him ! is the man grown mad ? 

Kin. Ay, Clifford ; a bedlam and ambitious humour 
Makes him oppose himfelf againlt his king. 

o. C. He is a traitor ; let him to the tower, 
And crop away that factious pate of his. 

Que. He is arrefted, but will not obey ; 
His fons, he fays, (hall give their words for him. 

TOR. Will you not, fons ? 

EDW. Ay, noble father, if our words will ferve. 

Ric. And if words will not, then our weapons (hall. 

c. C. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here 1 

To R. Look in a glafs, and call thy image fo; 
I am thy king, and thou a falfe-heart traitor. _ 
Call hither to the ftake my two brave bears, 
That, with the very fhaking of their chains, 
They may aftonifh these fell lurking curs; 
Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. 

Drums. Enter SALISBURY, and WARWICK, 
fwith Forces. 

o. C Arethesethybears?we'llbaitthybearstodeath, 
And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, 
Jf thou dar'ft bring them to the baiting-place. 

Ric. Oft have I feen a hot o'er-wecning cur 
Run back and bite, because he was with held ; 
Who, being fuffer'd with the bear's fell paw, 
Hath clap'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd ; 
And fuch a piece of fervice will you do, 

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If you oppose yonrfelves to match lord Warwick. 

y. C. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigefted lump, 
As crooked in thy manners as thy fhape ! 

TOR. Nay, we (hall heat you thoroughly anon. 

o. C. Take heed, left by your heat you burn yourfelves^ 

Kin. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow ? 
Old Salisbury, ihame to thy filver hair, 
Thou mad mif- leader of thy brain-fick fon ! 
What, wilt thou on thy death- bed play the ruffian, 
And feck for forrow with thy fpedlacles ? 
O, where is faith ? o, where is loyalty ? 
If it be banifh'd from the frofty head, 
Where (hall it find a harbour in the earth ?_ 
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, 
And fhame thine honourable age with blood? 
Why art thou old, and want'fl experience ? 
Or wherefore doft abuse it, if thou haft it ? 
For Ihame ! in duty bend thy knee to me, 
That bows unto the grave with mickle age. 

SAL . My lord, I have confider'd with myfelf 
The title of this moft renowned duke ; 
And in my confcience do repute his grace 
The rightful heir to England's royal feat. 

Kin. Haft thou not fworn allegiance unto me ? 

SAL. I have. 

Kin. Canft thou difpenfe with heaven for fuch a vow ? 

SAL. It is great fin, to fwear unto a fmj 
But greater fin, to keep a finful oath : 
Who can be bound by any folemn vow 
To do a murd'rous deed, to rob a man, 
To force a fpotlefs virgin's chaftity, 
To reave the orphan of his patrimony, 

King Henry VI. 103 

To wring the widow from her cuftom'd right ; 
And have no other reason for this wrong, 
But that he was bound by a folemn oath ? 

fte. A fubtle traitor needs no fophifter. 
'. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himfelf. 

TOR. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou haft, 
I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. 

o. C. The firft I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. 

WJR. You were beft go to bed, and dream again, 
To keep thee from the tempeft of the field. 

o. C. I am resolv'd to bear a greater ilorm, 
Than any thou canft conjure up to-day ; 
And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, 
Might I but know thee by thy houfe's badge. 

WAR . Now by my father's age, old .AVf/7's creft, 
The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged ftaff, 
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet, 
(As on a mountain top the cedar mows, 
That keeps his leaves in fpight of any ftorm) 
Even to affright thee with the view thereof. 

o. C. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, 
And tread it under foot with all contempt, 
Defpight the bear-ward that protects the bear. 

y. C. And fo to arms, victorious noble father, 
To quell these traitors, and their complices. 

Ric. Fie ! charity, for fhame ! fpeak not in fpight, 
For you mail fup with Jesu Cbrift to-night. 

y. C, Foul ftigmatic, that's more than thou canft tell. 

Ric. If not in heaven, you'll furely fup in hell. \Exeunt. 

SCENE ill. Saint A\ ban's. 
Alarums, as of a Battle join d. Excurjions. 

7 death and dignity 

T&e/tfota'Part tf 


. Clifford^ Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! 
And if them doll not hide thee from the bear, 
Now, when the angry trumpet founds alarm, 
And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, 
Clifford, I fay, come forth and fight with me ! 
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland* 
Warwick is hoarfe with calling thee to arms. 

Enter YORK. 
How now, my noble lord ? what, all a-foot ? 

To*. The deadly-handed Clifford flew my fteed : 
But match to match I have encounter'd him, 
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows 
Even of the bonny beaft he lov'd fo well. 

WJR. Of one or both of us the time is come, [to Cli. 

TOR . Hold, Warwick, feek thee out fome other chace, 
For I myfelf muft hunt this deer to death. ['ft : _ 

Wjx. Then, nobly, York ; 'tis for a crown thou fight- 
As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, 
It grieves my foul to leave thee unaftail'd. [Exit. 

o. C. What fee'ft thou in me, York? why doft thou 
pause ? 

TOR. With thy brave bearing mould I be in love, 
But that thou art fo faft mine enemy. 

. C. Nor mould thy prowefs want praise and eileem, 
But that 'tis ihewn ignobly, and in treason. 

TOR. So let it help me now againft thy fword, 
As 1 in juflice and true right exprefs it! 

o. C. My foul and body on the action both ! 

YoR. A dreadful lay ! addrefs thee inftantly. 

[fight i and Clifford/a///. 

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o. C. La fin couronne let oeuvres. [dies. 

TOR. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thouartftill. 
Peace with his foul, heaven, if it be thy will. [Exit. 
Alarums. Enter young CL I F F O R D . 

y. C. Shame and confusion ! all is on the rout ; 
Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds 

Where it mould guard. O war, thou fon of hell, 

Whom angry heavens do make their minifter, 

Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part 

Hot coals of vengeance !_ Let no foldier fly : 

He, that is truly dedicate to war, 

Hath no felf-love ; nor he, that loves himfelf, 

Hath not eflentially, but by circumftance, 

The name of valour. O, let the vile world end, 

[feeing his dead Father. 
And the premised flames of the laft day 
Knit earth and heaven together ! 
Now let the general trumpet blow his blaft, 
Particularities and petty founds 
To ceafe!_Waft thou ordain'd, dear father, 
To lose thy youth in peace, and to atchieve 
The filver livery of advised age ; 
And, in thy reverence, and in thy chair-days, thus 
To die in ruffian battle ?_Even at this fight, 
My heart is turn'd to ftone : and, while 'tis mine, 
It mail be ftony. York not our old men fpares ; 
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 rny flaming wrath be oil and flax. 
Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity : 
Meet I an infant of the houfe of Tark, 

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Into as many gobbits will I cut it 

As wild Medea young Abjyrtus did : 

In cruelty will I feek out my fame. 

Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's houfe ; 

[taking up the Bo 
As did dEneas old Anchifei bear, 
So bear I thee upon my manly (houlders : 
But then jEneas bare a living load, 
Nothing fo heavy as these woes of mine. [j 

.Alarums. Enter RICHARD, and Somerfet, 
fgbting ; and Somerfet < /a//f. 

Ric. So, lye thou there ;_u 
For, underneath an ale houfe paltry fign, 
The caftle in Saint Albarfs, Somerfet 
Hath made the wizard famous in his death. _ 
Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful flill : 
Priefts pray for enemies, but princes kill. [j 

Alarums again. Excurjions. Enter King Henry, 
and Queen, ivith Others^ flying. 

Que. Away, my lord, you are flow ; for fhame, away ! 

Kin. Can we out-run the heavens ? good Margaret^ 

Que. What are you made of? you'll nor fight, nor fly ; 
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, 
To give the enemy way ; and to fecure us 
By what we can, which can no more but fly. 
If you be ta'en, we then (hould fee the bottom 
Of all our fortunes: but if we haply fcape, 
(As well we may, if not through your negleft) 
We (hall to London get; where you are lov'd ; 
And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, 
May readily be ftopt. 

King Henry VI. 107 

Other Alarums. Enter young CLIFFORD. 
y. C. But that my heart's on future mifchief fet, 
I would fpeak blafphemy ere bid you fly ; 
But fly you muft ; uncureable difcomfit 
Reigns in the hearts of all our present party. 
Away, for your relief! and we will live 
To fee their day, and them our fortune give : 
Away, my lord, away ! [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. Fields 'without the Town. 
Retreat heard. Flourijh ; and Enter, ivitb Drum 
and Colour i , triumphantly, YORK, RICHARD, 

WARWICK, and Soldiers. 
TOR. Of Salisbury, who can report of him ; 
That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets 
Aged contusions and all brufh of time; 
And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, 
Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day 
Is not itfelf, nor have we won one foot, 
If Salisbury be loft. 

Ric. My noble father, 
Three times to-day I holp him to his horfe, 
Three times beftrid him ; thrice I led him off, 
Perfuaded him from any further aft : 
But ftill, where danger was, ftill there I met him; 
And like rich hangings in a homely houfe, 
So was his will in his old feeble body. 
But, noble as he is, look where he comes. 


SJL . Now, by my fword, well haft thou fought to-day; 

[to York. 
By th' mafs, fo did we all. _ I thank you, Richard; 

5 parti. 

1 08 Tbeftcond of Party &C. 

God knows, how long it is I have to live ; 
And it hath pleas'd 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 fuch repairing nature. 

TOR. 1 know, our fafety is to follow them ; 
For, as I hear, the king is fled to London, 
To call a present court of parliament. 
.Let us purfue him, ere the writs go forth : __ 
What fays lord Warwick, mall we after them ? 

IV JR. After them ! nay, before them, if we can. 
Now by my hand, lords, 'twas a glorious day : 
Saint Albans battle, won by famous York, 
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come 
Sound, drums and trumpets ; _ and to London all : 
And more fuch days as this to us befal 1 [Flourijh. Exeunt. 

17 as theft 


Part III. 


Perfons represented. 

King Henry thejixth : 

Edward, Prince of Wales, his Son. 

Lewis the eleventh, the French King. 

Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York : 

Edward, Earl of March, afterwards King; T 

George, afterwards Duke of Clarence ; / , . c 

Richard, afterwards Duke of Glofter ; f *" * ont ' 

Edmund, Earl of Rutland, a Tcutb, J 

Dukes o/~Exeter, Norfolk, and Somerfet. 

Earl of War wick: Marquefs e/Mountague, his Brother. 

Earls of We ft morel and, Oxford, and Northumberland. 

Lords Clifford, Haftings, and Rivers. 

Sir John a;u/5/>Hugh Mortimer. 5/Vjohn Montgomery. 

Sir John Somervile. a Nobleman. 

Lieutenant of the Tower. The Mayor of York. 

Humphrey, rfWSinklo, Huntsmen, another Huntsman, 

a Son, that has kiWd his Father : 

a Father, that has kill'd his Son. 

Tutor to Rutland, three Watchmen, eight Me/engers. 

Margaret, >neen to Henry. 

Lady Grey, afterwards i^ueen to Edward. 

Bona, Sifter to the French Queen. 

Attendants, French flWEnglifti. Soldiers 
tfboih Parties: Officers, &c. 

Scene, difperj" 1 d \ in England, and France. 

The third Part of 
King H E N R Y thcftxth. 


SCENE I. London. The Parliament Houfe. 
Drums. Enter Soldiers of York'j Party, at breaking in : 

Then, Enter the Duke of YORK, 'with EDWARD 

WRiCH ARD, hit Sons; Earl ^WARWICK, Marquefs 

of MOUNTAGUE, Duke e/~NoRFOLK, and Others, with 

tuhite Roses in their Hats. 

WAR. I wonder, how the king efcap'd our hands. 

TOR. While we purfu'd the horfemen of the north, 
He (lily ftole away, and left his men : 
Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, 
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, 
Cheer'd up the drooping army ; and himfelf, 
Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a- bread, 
Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, 
Were by the fwords of common foldiers flain. 

EDW. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham, 
Is either flain, or wounded dang'roufly : 
I deft his beaver with a downright blow ; 
That this is true, father, behold his blood. 

[Jhevjing his bloody Sword, 

Mov. And, brother, here's the earl ofW/tftire's blood, 
[;o Warwick, Jbewing hii* 

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4 We third Part of 

Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. 

Ric. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. 
[fte<wing SomerfetV Head. 

TOR. Richard }\ztii beft deserv'd of all my fons. _ 
Is your grace dead, my lord of Somerfet ? 

NOR. Such end have all the line of John of Gaunt ! 

Ric. Thus do I hope to make king Henry's head. 

{Jhakes, and throws it away. 

WAR. And fo do I. Victorious prince of York, 

Before I fee thee feated in that throne 
Which now the houfe of Lancafter usurps, 
I vow by heaven, these eyes mall never close. 
This is the palace of the fearful king, 

\draiuing towards the Throne. 
And this the regal feat : possefs it, York ; 
For it is thine, and not king Henry's heirs'. 

TOR. Aflift me then, fweet Warwick, and I will ; 
For hither are we broken in by force. 

tioR. We'll all affift you ; he, that flies, mail die. 

To R. Thanks, getitleNorfott Staybyme,mylords;_ 

And, foldiers, flay, and lodge by me this night. 

Wji$. . And,when the king comes,ofter him no violence, 
Unlefs he feek to put us out by force. 

\to the Soldiers, who retire. 

TOR. The queen, this day, here holds her parliament ; 
But little thinks, we (hall be of her council : 
By words, or blows, here let us win our right. 

Ric. Arm'd as we are, let's flay within this houfe. 

WAR. The bloody parliament mall this be call'd, 
Unlefs Plant agenet, duke of York, be king ; 
And baftiful Henry depos'd, whose cowardife 
Hath made us by- words to our enemies. 

5 But is 6 Such hope have '6 For this is 

King Henry VI. 5 

FOR. Then leave me not, my lords ; be resolute; 
I mean to take posseffion of my right. 

WAR . Neither the king, nor he that loves him belt, 
The proudeft he that holds up Lancafter, 
Dares ftir a wing, if Warwick make his bells. 
I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares : _ 

[putting him in the Throne. 
Resolve thee, Richard; claim the Englijh crown. 

Flourijb. Enter King Henry, attended; 


ef WESTMORELAND, Lord CLIFFORD, and Others, 

nuith red Roses in their Hats. 

Kin. My lords, look where the fturdy rebel fits, 
Even in the chair of ftate ! belike, he means, 
(Back'd by the power of !Fir<uf4 that falfe peer) 
To afpire unto the crown, and reign as king 
Earl of Northumberland, he flew thy father; 
And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd 
Revenge on him, his fons, his favourers. 

NoRtb.lf I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on me! 

CL i. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in fteel. 

WKS. What, Qiall we fuffer this? let's pluckhim down: 
My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it. 

Kin. Be patient, gentle earl of Weftmoreland. 

CLI. Patience is for poltroons, and fuch as ~j~ he : 
He durfl not fit there, had your father liv'd. 
My gracious lord, here in the parliament 
Let us aflail the family of York. 

A T oA^.Well haft thou fpoken, cousin ; be it fo. 

Kin. Ah, know you not, the city favours them, 
And they have troops of foldiers at their beck? 

EXE. But, when the duke is flain, they'll quickly fly 

19 favourites, and his friends. 

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Kin. Far be it from the thoughts of Henry's heart, 
To make a (hambles of the parliament houfe ! 
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, 

Shall be the war that Henry means to use. 

Thou factious duke of York, defcend my throne, 
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet ; 
J am thy fovereign. 

TOR. Thou'rt deceiv'd, I am thine. \_York. 

EXE. For ihame, come down ; he made thee duke of 

TOR. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. 

EXE. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. 

WAR. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, 
In following this usurping Henry. 

Cti. Whom mould he follow, but his natural king ? 

WAR. True, Clifford', and that's Richard, duke of York. 

Kin. And (hall I ftand, and thou fit in my throne } 

TOR. It muft and (hall be fo, content thyfelf. 

WAR. Be duke of Lane -after, let him be king. 

WES. He is both king and duke of Lancajteri 
And that the lord of Weftmoreland (hall maintain. 

WAR. And Warwick fhall difprove it. You forget, 
That we are those, which chac'd you from the field, 
And flew your fathers, and with colours fpread 
March'd through the city to the palace-gates. 

NoR'bJfes, Warwick, [remember't to my grief; 
And, by his foul, thou and thy houfe mall rue it. 

WES. Plantagemt, of thee, and these thy fons, 
Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives, 
Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. 

QLJ. Urge it no more ; left that, inftead of words, 
I fend thee, Warwick, fuch a meflenger, 
.As fhall revenge his death, before I ftir. 

King Henry VI; 7 

WAS. . Poor Clifford! how I fcorn h is worthlefs threats! 

.To*. Will you, we fhew our title to the crown ? 
If not, our fwords (hall plead it in the field. 

Kin. What title haft thou, traitor, to the crowa? 
Thy father was, as thou art> duke of Tork ; 
Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March: 
\ am the fon of Henry the fifth, 
Who made the dauphin and the French to ftoop, 
And feiz'd upon their towns and provinces. 

WAR. Talk not of France, fith thou haft loft it alb 

Kin. The lord proteftor loft it, and not I ; 
When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old. 

RJC. You are old enough now, and yet (methinks) 

you lose : 

Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. 

EDW. Sweet father, do fo; fet it on your head. 

Mov. Good brother, (VoWar.Jas thou lov'ft and ho- 

nour'ft arms, 
Let's fight it out, and not ftand'cavilling thus. [fly. 

Ric. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will 

Ton. Sons, peace ! 

Kin. Peace thou ! and give king Henry leave to fpeak. 

WAR. Plantagenet (hall fpeak firft: hear him, lords; 

And be you filent and attentive too, 

For he, that interrupts him, (hall not live. [throne, 

Kin. Think'ft thou, that I will leave my kingly 
Wherein my grandfire, and my father, fat ? 
No : firft (hall war unpeople this my realm ; 
Ay, and their colours often born in France; 
And now in England, to our heart's great forrow,~ 
Shall be my winding-meet. Why faint you, lords ? 
My title's good, and better far thai) his, 

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The third Part of 

. But prove it, Henry, and thou (halt be king. 

Kin. Henry the fourth by conqueft got the crown, 

TOR. 'Twas by rebellion againit his king. 

Kin. " I know not what to fay ; my title's weak." 
Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ? 

Ton. What then? 

Kin. An if he may, then am I lawful king : 
For Richard, in the view of many lords, 
Resign'd the crown to Henry the fourth ; 
Whose heir my father was, and I am his. 

TOR. He rose againft him, being his fovereigrt, 
And made him to resign the crown perforce. 

WAR. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconftrain'd., 
Think you, 'twere prejudicial to the crown ? 

EXE. No ; for he could not fo resign his crown, 
But that the next heir fhould fucceed and reign. 

Kin. Art thou againft us, duke of Exeter? 

EXE. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. 

TOR. Why whifper you, my lords, and anfwer not? 

EXE. My confcience tells me, he is lawful king. 

[to the Lords.. 

Kin. " All will revolt from me, and turn to him." 

NoR'b.PIantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'ft, 
Think not, that Henry fhall be fo depos'd. 

WAR. Depos'd he mall be, in defpight of all. 

NoR'b.Thou art deceiv'd : 'tis not thy fouthern power, 
OFEfex, Norfolk* Suffolk, nor of Kent,~ 
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, 
Can fet the duke up, in defpight of me. 

Ci9. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, 
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence : 
May that ground gape, and fwallow me alive, 

King Henry VI. 9 

Where I (hall kneel to him that flew my father! 

Kin. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart! 

TOR. Henry of Lancafter, resign thy crown : _ 
What mutter you, or what confpire you, lords ? 

WAR. Do right unto this princely duke of York'* 
Or I will fill the houfe with armed men, 
And, o'er the chair of Hate, where now he fits, 
Write up his title with usurping blood. 

[/lamps, and the Soldiers foe tbemfel'ufi. 

Kin. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one word ; 
Let me, for this my life- time, reign as king. 

TOR. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs, 
And thou flialt reign in quiet while ihou liv'ft, 

Kin. I am content: Richard Plant agenet, 
Enjoy the kingdom after my deceafe. 

CLI. What wrong is this unto the prince your fon ? 

WAR. What good is this to England, and himfelf ? 

WES. Bafe, fearful, and defpairing Henry ! 

CLI. How haft thou injur'd both thyfelf and us ? 

WES. I cannot Hay to hear these articles. 

CLI. Come, cousin, let's go tell the queen these news. 

WES. Farewel, faint-hearted and degenerate king, 
In whose cold blood no fpark of honour bides. 

NoRtb.Re thou a prey unto the houfe of Tori, 
And die in bands for this unmanly deed! 

CLI. In dreadful war may'ft thou be overcome! 
Or live in peace, abandon'd, and defpis'd ! 

[Exeunt CLI. WES. WNoRTH. 

WAR. Turn this way, Henry, and regard thern not. 

EXE. They feek revenge, and therefore will not yield. 

Kin. Ah, Exeter! 

10 7bt tbird Part tf 

. Why fhould you figh, my lord ? 
Km. Not for myfelf, lord Warwick, but my fon, 
Whom I unnaturally mall dif-inherit. 
But, be it as it may : _ I here entail 
The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever; 
Conditionally, that here thou take an oath 
To ceafie this civil war, and, whilft I live, 
To honour me as thy king and fovereign ; 
Neither by treason, nor hoftility, 
To feek to put me down, and reign thyfelf. 

TOR. This oath I willingly take, and will perfor 

[coming from the Throne. 
WAT,. Long live king Henry ! Plant a genet, embr 


Kin. And long live thou, and these thy forward fons ! 
To R. Now York and Lancajler are reconcil'd. 
Ex&. Accurf 'd be he, that feeks to make them foes ! 
[Flourijh; and the Lords come forward. 
TOR. Farewel, my gracious lord ; I'll to my caille. 
WAR. And I'll keep London with my foldiers. 
NOR. And I to Norfolk, with my followers. 
Mou. And I unto the fea, from whence I came. 
Kin. " And I, with grief and forrow, to the court." 
[Exeunt YORK, Jlh/AtrSons, WAR. 
No R . Mou. their Soldiers, and Att. 
EXE . Here comes the queen, whose looks, bewray her 
I'll (leal away. [anger : 

Kin. Exeter, fo will I. 

Enter the Queen, and Prince. 

t. Nay, go not from me ; I will follow thee. 
. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will ftay. 
Que. Who can be patient in fuch exit-earns 

King Henry VI. u 

Ah, wretched man! 'would t had dy'd a maid, 

And never feen thee, never born thee fon, 

Seeing thou haft prov'd fo unnatural a father ! 

Hath he deserv'd to lose his birth-right thus ? 

Hadft thou but lov'd him half fo well as I; 

Or felt that pain which I did for him once ; 

Or nourifh'd him, as I did with my blood ; 

Thou wouldft have left thy deareft heart-blood there, 
Rather than made that favage duke thine heir, 
And dif-inherited thine only fon. 

Pri. Father, you cannot dif-inherit me : 

If you be king, why mould not 1 fucceed ? [fon ; 

Kin. Pardon me, Margaret ; _ pardon me, fweet 
The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me. 

>ue . Enforc'd thee ! art thou king, and wilt be forc'd? 
I mame to hear thee fpeak. Ah, timerous wretch 1 
Thou haft undone thyfelf, thy fon, and me ; 
And given unto the houfe of York fuch head, 
As thou fhalt reign but by their fufferance : 
To entail him and his heirs unto the crown, 
What is it, but to make thy fepulcher, 
And creep into it far before thy time ? 
Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais ; 
Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow feas ; 
The duke is made protector of the realm ; 
And yet fhalt thou be fafe ? fuch fafety finds 
The trembling lamb, environed with wolves. 
Had I been there, which am a filly woman, 
The foldiers fhould have tofTd me on their pikes,, 
Before I would have granted to that aft. 
But thou prefer'ft thy life before thine honour : 
And, feeing thou doft, I here divorce myfelfi 

1 2 flit third fart of 

Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed, 

Until that aft of parliament be repeal'd, 

Whereby my fon is dif-inherited. 

The northern lords, that have forfworn thy colours, 

Will follow mine, if once they fee them fpread : 

And fpread they fhall be ; to thy foul difgrace, 

And utter ruin of the houfe of Tork, 

Thus do I leave thee : Come, fon, let's away ; 

Our army's ready, come, we'll after them. 

Kin. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me fpeak. 

Que. Thou haftfpoketoo much already; get thee gone. 

Kin. Gentle fon Ed-ward, thou wilt ftay with me ? 

Que Ay, to be murther'd by his enemies. 

Pri. When I return with victory from the field, 
I'll fee your grace : 'till then, I'll follow her. 

>ue. Come, fon, away ; we may not linger thus. 

[Exeunt Queen, aid her Son. 

Kin. Poor queen ! how love to me, and to her fon> 
Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! 
Reveng'd may (he be on that hateful duke ; 
Wiftse haughty fpirit, winged with desire, 
Will coft my crown, and, like an empty eagle, 
Tire on the flefh of me, and of my fon. 
The lofs of those three lords torments my heart: 
I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair; 
Come, cousin, you (hall be the mefTenger. 

Exe. And I, I hope, (hall reconcile them all. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. Sandal Caflle, 
near Wakefield in Yorkfhire. A Room in the Caftle. 
Ric. Brother, though I be youngeft, give me leave. 

King Henry VI. , 3 

EDIT. No, I can better play the orator. 

Mou. But I have reasons ftrong and forceable. 
Enter YORK. 

TOR. Why, how now, fons, and cousin, at a flrife ? 
What is your quarrel r how began it firft ? 

EDIT. No quarrel, but a flight contention. 

TOR. About what ? 

Ric . About that which concerns your grace, and us ; 
The crown of England, father, which is yours. 

TOR. Mine, boy r not 'till king Henry be dead. 

Ric. Your right depends not on his life, or death. 

EDV. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now : 
By giving the houfe of Lancajier leave to breath, 
It will out-run you, father, in the end. 

TOR. I took an oath, that he fhould quietly reign. 

Ecff. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be broken: 
I'd break a thousand oaths, to reign one year. 

Ric. No ; Godforbid, your grace fhould beforfworn. 

TOR. I mall be, if I claim by open war. 

Ric. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me fpeak. 

TOR. Thou canft not, fon; it is impoflible. 

Ric. An oath is of no moment, being not took 
Before a true and lawful magiftrate, 
That hath authority over him that fwears : 
Henry had none, but did usurp the place ; 
Then, feeing 'twas he that made you to depose, 
Your oath, my lord, is vaih and frivolous. 
Therefore, to arms : And, father, do but think, 
How fweet a thing it is to wear a crown ; 
Within whose circuit is Elyzium, 
And all that poets feign of blifs and joy. 
Why do we linger thus r I cannot reft, 

4 and Brother, 

14 The third Part of 

Until the white rose, that I wear, be dy'd 
Even in the luke-warm blood of Henry's heart. 

TOR, Richard, enough; I will be king, or die. _ 
Cousin, thou (halt to London presently, 
And whet on Warwick to this enterprize 
Thou, Richard, (halt to the duke of Norfolk go, 
And tell him privily of our intent. 
You, Ednuard, (hall unto my lord of Cobham, 
With whom the Kentijhmen will willingly rise : 
In them I truft; for they are foldiers, 

Witty, antl courteous, liberal, full of fpirit. 

While you are thus employ'd, what refteth more, 
But that I feek occasion how to rise ; 
And yet the king not privy to my drift, 
Nor any of the houfe of Lancafler? 

Enter a Mefienger, hajtily. 
But, (lay; What news ? _Why com'lt thou in fuch pod? 

Mef. The queen, with all the northern earls and lords, 
Intend here to befiege you in your caftle : 
She is hard by with twenty thousand men ; 
And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. 

TOR. Ay, with my fword. What! think'ft thou, that 

we fear them? 

Edward and Richard, you (hall ftay with me; __ 
My cousin Mountague (hall poll to London: 
Let noble Warwick, Ccbham, and the reft, 
Whom we have left protectors of the king, 
With powerful policy Itrengthen themfelves, 
And truft not fimple Henry, nor his oaths. 

Mou. Cousin, f go ; I'll win them, fear it not : 
And thus moil humbly I do take my leave. 


Ji Brother, I goe 

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Enter Sir John, and Sir Hugh MORTIMER. 

TOR. Sirjvhn, and fir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles '. 
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour ; 
The army of the queen mean to befiege us. 

SirJ. She (hall not need, we'll meet her in the field. 

TOR. What, with five thousand men ? 

Ric. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need. 
A woman's general ; What fhould we fear ? 

[March afar of. 

Eotf. I hear their drums : Let's fet our men in order ; 
And iffue forth, and bid them battle ftraight. 

To R . Five men to twenty !~~though the odds be great, 
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory. 
Many a battle have I won in France, 
When as the enemy hath been ten to one ; 
Why fhould I not now have the like fuccefs ? 

[Alarum. Exeunt. 

SCENE III. Plains near the Caflle. 

Alarums, as a Battle join d. Excurfioni, and 

Parties f.y ing. Enter, in the Rear of them, Edmund 

Earl of RUTLAND, and bis Tutor. 
RUT. Ah, whither fhall [ fly, to fcape their hands ! 
Ah, tutor ! look, where bloody Clifford comes ! 
Enter CLIFFORD, and Soldiers, purfuing. 
Cu. Chaplain, away ! thy prieilhood faves thy life. 
As for the brat of this accurfed duke, 
His father flew my father, he (hall die. 

Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company. 
CLI. Soldiers, away with him. 
Tut. Ah, Clifford, murther not this innocent child, 
Left thoube hated both of God and man. [Exit, fore 4 ojf. 

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CLI. How now ! is he dead already? Or, is it fear, 
That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them. 

RVT. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch 
That trembles under his devouring paws : 
And fo he walks, infulting o'er his prey; 
And fo he comes, to rend his limbs afunder. _ 
Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy fword, 
And not with fuch a cruel threat'ning look. 
Sweet Clifford, hear me fpeak before I die; 
I am too mean a fubjeft for thy wrath ; 
Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me live. [blood 

CLI. In vain thou fpeak'ft, poor boy ; my father's 
Hath ftopt the paflage where thy words mould enter. 

RVT. Then let my father's blood open it again ; 
He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him. 

CLI. Had I thy brethren here, their lives, and thine, 
Were not revenge fufficient for me : 
No, if I dig'd up thy fore- fathers' graves, 
And hung their rotten coffins up in chains, 
It could not flake mine ire, nor ease my heart. 
The fight of any of the houfe of York 
Is as a fury to torment my foul ; 
And 'till \ root out their accurfed line, 
And leave not one alive, I live in hell. 

RUT. O, let me pray before I take my death : 
To thee I pray ; Sweet Clifford, pity me ! 

CLI. Such pity as my rapier's point affords. 

RVT. I never did thee harm ; Why wilt thou flay me ? 

CLI. Thy father hath. 

RVT. But 'twas ere I was born. 
Thou haft one fon, for his fake pity me ; 

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Left, in revenge thereof, fith God is juft, 

He be as miserably flain as I. 

Ah, let me live in prison all my days ; 

And when I give occasion of offence, 

Then let me die, for now thou haft no cause. 

CLI. No cause ? 
Thy father flew my father ; therefore, die. 

[flailing him. 

RuT*. Diifaciant, laudis fumma fet ijla tu& ! {dies* 
CLI. Plant agenet! I come, Plant agenet! 
And this thy fan's blood, cleaving to my blade, 
Shall ruft upon my weapon, 'till thy blood, 
Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both. [Exit. 

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Alarums, &c. Enter YORK. 

TOR. The army of the queen hath got the field: 
My uncles both are flain, in refcuing me ; 
And all my followers to the eager foe 
Turn back, and fly, like mips before the wind, 
Or lambs purfu'd by hunger-ftarved wolves. 
My fons God k/iows, what hath bechanced thehl : 
But this I know, They have demean'd themfelves 
Like men born to renown, by life, or death. 
Three times did Richard make a lane to me ; 
And thrice cry'd, Courage, father ! fight it out ! 
And full as oft came Edward to my fide, 
With purple falchion, painted to the hilt 
In blood of those that had encounter'd him : 
And when the hardieft warriors did retire, 
Richard cry'd, Charge! and give no foot af ground! 
And cry'd~"^ cronvn, or elje a glorious tomb ! 


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Afctpter, or an earthly ftpuhher ! 

With this, we charg'd again : but (out, alas!) 

We bodg'd again ; as I have feen a fwan 

With bootlefs labour fwim againft the tide, 

And fpend her ftrength with over-matching waves. 

[Alarum beard. 

Ah, hark ! the fatal followers do purfue; 
And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury : 
And, were I ftrong, I would not fhun their fury : x 
The fands are number'd, that make up my life; 
Here muft I ftay, and here my life muft end. 

and Soldiers. 

Come, bloody Clifford, rough Ncrtbutnlerlandy 

I dare your quenchlefs fury to more rage; 
I am your but, and I abide your fhot. 

NoRtb, Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet. 

CLI. Ay, to fuch mercy, as his ruthlefs arm, 
With downright payment, (hew'd unto my father. 
Now Phaeton hath tumbl'd from his car, 
And made an evening at the noon-tide prick. 

TOR. My afhes, as the phoenix, may bring forth 
A bird that will revenge upon you all : 
And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven, 
Scorning whate'er you can afflicl me with. 
Why come you not ? what ! multitudes, and fear ? 

CLI. So cowards fight, when they can fly no farther; 
So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; 
So defperate thieves, all hopelefs of their lives, 
Breath out inveftives 'gainft the officers. 

TOR. O, Clifford, but bethink thee onee again, 
And in thy thought o'er-run my former time : 

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And, if thoil canft for bluftiing, view this face; 

And bite thy tongue, that flanders him with cowardife 

Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this. 

CLI. I will not bandy with thee word for word; 
But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. 

\affailing him. 

S>ue. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes, 
I would prolong a while the traitor's life : _ 
Wrath makes him deaf; fpeak thou, Northumberland. 

NoRtb,Ho\d, Clifford; do not honour him fo much, 
To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart : 
What valour were it, when a cur doth grin, 
For one to thruft his hand between his teeth, 
When he might fpurn him with his foot away ? 
It is war's prize, to take all vantages ; 
And ten to one is no impeach of valour. 

[joins <vjith Cli. 

CLI. Ay, ay, fo drives the woodcock with the gin. 

NoRtb.So doth the coney itruggle in the net. 

TOR. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty j 
So true men yield, with robbers fo o'er-match'd. 

[falls bis Sword. 

No Rtk. What would your grace have done unto him now ? 

Que. Brave warriors, Clifford, and Northumberland, 
Come make him ftand upon this mole-hill here; 
That raught at mountains with out-ftretched arms, 
Yet parted but the fhadow with his hand. _ 
What ! was it you, that would be England^ king ? 
Was't you, that revel'd in our parliament, 
And made a preachment of your high defcent ? 
Where are your mefs of fons, to back you now ? 
The wanton Edward^ and the lufty George? 

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And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy, 

Dicky your boy, that, with his grumbling voice, 

Was wont to chear his dad in mutinies ? 

Or, with the reft, where is your darling Rutland? 

Look, York ; I ftain'd this ~j~ napkin with the blood 

That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point, 

Made iflue from the bosom of the boy : 

And, if thine eyes can water for his death, 

I give thee this^ to dry thy cheeks withal. 

Alas, poor York ! but that I hate thee deadly, 

I mould lament thy miserable ftate. 

I pr'ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York. 

What, hath thy fiery heart fo pareh'd thine entrails, 

That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death ? 

Why art thou patient, man ? thou mould'it be mad j 

And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. 

Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may fing and dance. 

Thou would'ft be fee'd, -I fee, to make me fport ; 

York cannot fpeak, unlefs he wear a crown. 

A crown for York; _ and, lords, bow low to him. 

[they give her a paper Crown. 

Hold you his hands, whilft I do fet it on 

[puts it upon bii Head. 
Ay, marry, fir, now looks he like a king ! 
Ay, this is he that took king Henry's chair ; 
And this is he was his adopted heir. _ 
But how is it, that great Plantagenet 
Is crown'd fo foon, and broke his folemn oath ? 
As I bethink me, you ftiould not be king, 
'Till our king Henry had fhook hands with death. 
And will you pale your head in Henry's glory, 
And rob his temples of the diadem, 

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Now in his life, againft your holy oath ? 

O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable ! 

OfTwith the crown; and, with the crown, his head ; 
And, whilft we breath, take time to do him dead. 

CLI. That is my office, for my father's death. 

>ue. Nay, ftay ; let's hear the orisons he makes. 

TOR, She-wolf of France, but worfe than wolves of 


Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth,! 
How ill-befeeming is it in thy fex, 
To triumph, like an Amazonian trull, 
Upon their woes, whom fortune captivates ? 
But that thy face is vizard-like, unchanging, 
Made impudent with ufe of evil deeds, 
I would aflay, proud queen, to make thee blufli: 
To tell thee whence thou cam'ft, of whom deriv'd, 
Were ftiame enough to fhame thee, wert thou not fhame- 
Thy father bears the type of king of Naples, [left. 
Of both the Sicils, and Jerusalem ; 
Yet not fo wealthy as an Englijk yeoman. 
Hath that poor monarch taught thee to infult Y 
It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen ; 
Unlefs the adage muft be verify'd, 
That beggars, mounted, run their horfe to death. 
'Tis beauty, that doth oft make women proud ; 
But, God he knows, thy (hare thereof is fmall: 
'Tis virtue, that doth make them moft admir'd; 
The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at : 
'Tis government, that makes them feem divine;. 
The want thereof makes thee abominable : 
Thou art as opposite to every good, 
As fas-Antipcdes are unto us, 


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Or as the fouth to the Septentrion. 

O tygrefs' heart, wrapt in a woman's hide ! 

How could'ft thou drain the life-blood of the child, 

To bid the father wipe his eyes withal, 

And yet be feen to bear a woman's face ? 

Women are foft, mild, pitiful, and flexible ; 

Thou ftern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorfelefs. 

Bid'ft thou me rage ? why, now thou haft thy wifh : 

Would'ft have me weep ? why, now thou haft thy will : 

For raging wind blows up inceflant fhowers, 

And, when the rage allays, the rain begins. 

These tears are my fweet Rutland's obfequies; 

And every drop cries vengeance for his death, __ 

'Gainft thee, fell C//^W,_and thee, falfe French-woman. 

A r ox'.Befhrew me, but his paffions move me fo, 
That hardly can I check my eyes from tears. 

FOR. That face of his the hungry cannibals [blood : 
Would not have touch'd, would not have ftain'd with 
But you are more inhuman, more inexorable, 
O, ten times more, than tygers of Hyrcania. 
See, ruthlefs queen, a haplefs father's tears : 
This cloth thou dip'dft in blood of my fweet boy, 
And I with tears do wafh the blood away. 
.Keep thou =f= the napkin, and go boaft of this : 
And, if thou tell'ft the heavy ftory right, 
Upon my foul, the hearers will fhed tears ; 
Yea, even my foes will fhed faft-falling tears, 
And fay, Alas, it was a piteous deed ! 
There, take =f the crown, and, with the crown, mycurfej 
And, in thy need, fuch comfort come to thee> 
As now I reap at thy too cruel hand ! _ 
Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world j 

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My foul to heaven, my blood upon your heads ! 

NoRtb Had he been flaughter-man of all my kin, 
I could not for my life but weep with him, 
To fee how inly forrow gripes his foul. 

Que. What, weeping ripe, my lord Northumberland? 
Think but upon the wrong he did us all, 
And that will quickly dry thy melting tears. [death. 

CLJ. Here's ~j~ for my oath, here's ~|~ for my father's 

Que. And here's "f" to right our gentle-hearted king. 

[Jiabbing him, 

TOR. Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God ! 
My foul flies through these wounds to feek out thee. 


Que. Off with his head, and fet it on York gates ; 

So York may over-look the town of York. [Exeunt. 


SCENE I. A Plain in Hereford-//^. 
Drums. Enter EDWARD, and RICHARD, with For ces t 

EDIT. I wonder, how our princely father 'fcap'd ; 
Or whether he be 'fcap'd away, or no, 
From Clifford's and Northumberland's purfuit : 
Had he been ta'en, we mould have heard the news ; 
Had he been flain, we fhould have heard the news ; 
Or, had he 'fcap'd, methinks, we mould have heard 
The happy tidings of his good efcape. _ 
How fares our brother ? why is he fo fad ? 

Ric. I cannot joy, until I be resolv'd 
Where our right valiant father is become.. 

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I faw him in the battle range about ; 
And watch'd him, how he fmgl'd Clifford forth. 
Methought, he bore him in the thickeft troop, 
As doth a lion in a herd of neat : 
Or as a bear, encompaff'd round with dogs; 
Who having pinch'd a few, and made them cry, 
The reft ftand all aloof, and bark at him : 
So far'd our father with his enemies, 
So fled his enemies my warlike father; 
Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his fon. 
See, how the morning opes her golden gates, 
And takes her farewel of the glorious fun ! 
How well resembles it the prime of youth, 
Trim'd like a yonker, prancing to his love ? 

E DW. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I fee three funs ? 

RJC. Three glorious funs, each one a perfect fun ; 
Not feparated by the racking clouds, 
But fever'd in a pale clear-mining fky. 
See, fee ! they join, embrace, and feem to kife, 
As if they vow'd fome league inviolable: 
Now are they but one lamp, one light, one fun. 
In this the heaven figures fome event. [of. 

Enw. 'Tis wond'rous ftrange, the like yet never heard 
I think, it cites us, brother, to the field; 
That we, the fons of brave Plantagenet, 
Each one already blazing by our meeds, 
Should, notwithftanding, join our lights together, 
And over-ftiine the earth, as this the world. 
Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear 
Upon my target three fair mining funs. [if, 

Ric. Nay, bear threedaughters; by yourleavel fpcak 
You love the breeder better than the male. 

King Henry VI. 

Enter a Meflbnger. 

Bnt what art thou, whose heavy looks fore-tell 
Some dreadful ftory hanging on thy tongue ? 

Mef. Ah, one that was a woful looker-on, 
When as the noble duke of York was flain, 
Your princely father, and my loving lord. 

E&w. O, (peak no more ! for I have heard too much. 

Ric. Say how he dy'd, for I will hear it all. 

Mef. Environed he was with many foes ; 
And Hood againft them, as the hope of Troy 
Againft the Greeks, that would have enter'd Troy. 
But Hercules himfelf muft yield to odds ; 
And many ftrokes, though with a little axe, 
Hew down and fell the hardeft-timber'd oak. 
By many hands your father was fubdu'd ; 
But only flaughter'd by the ireful arm 
Of unrelenting Clifford, and the queen : 
Who crown'd the gracious duke, in high defpight ; 
Laugh'd in his face; and, when with grief he wept, 
The ruthlefs queen gave him, to dry his cheeks, 
A napkin fteeped in the harmlefs blood 
Of fweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford flain : 
And, after many fcorns, many foul taunts, 
They took his head, and on the gates of York 
They fet the fame ; and there it doth remain, 
The faddeft fpeftacle that e'er I view'd. 

EDW. Sweet duke of York, our prop to lean upon ; 
Now thou art gone, we have no ftaff, no flay! 
O Clifford, boiftrous Clifford, thou haft flain 
The flower of Europe for his chivalry ; 
And treacheroufly haft thou vanquim'd him, 
For, hand to hand, he would have vanquifh'd thee ! 

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Now my foul's palace is become a prison : 
Ah, would (he break from hence ! that this my 
Might in the ground be closed up in reft: 
For never henceforth {hall I joy again ; 
Never, o, never, (hall 1 fee more joy. 

Ric. I cannot weep ; for all my body's moifture 
Scarce ferves to quench my furnace-burning heart : 
Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen ; 
For felf-fame wind, that I (hould fpeak withal, 
Is kindling coals, that fire all my bread, 
And burn me up with flames, that tears would quench* 
To weep, is to make lefs the depth of forrow : 
Tears, then, for habes; blows, and revenge, for me!.^ 
Richard, I bear thy name, I'll venge thy death, 
Or die renowned by attempting it. 

EDW. His name that valiant duke hath left with thee J 
His dukedom and his chair with me is left. 

Ric. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird, 
Shew thy defcent by gazing 'gainft the fun : 
For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom fay ; 
Either that is thine, or elfe thou wert not his. 

Druois. Enter WARWICK., Mountague, and Others, 
with Forces. 

WJR . How now, fair lords ? What fare ? what news 
abroad ? 

Ric. Great lord of Warwick, if we mould recount 
Qur baleful news, and, at each word's deliverance, 
Stab poniards in our flelh, 'till all were told, 
The words would add more anguifli than the wounds. 
O valiant lord, the duke of York is flain. 

EDIT. Ah, Warwick, Warwick, that Plant agenet 
Which held thee dearly, as his foul's redemption, 

i fires all my breft, | And burnw 

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Is by the {tern lord Clifford done to death ! 

WAR . Ten days ago, I drown'd these news in tears : 
And now, to add more measure to your woes, 
I come to tell you things fince then befall'n. 
After the bloody fray at Wakefidd fought, 
Where your brave father breath'd his lateft gafp, 
Tidings, as fwiftly as the pofts could run, 
Were brought me of your lofs, and his depart. 
I then in London, keeper of the king, 
Mufter'd my foldiers, gather'd flocks of friends, 
March'd toward Saint Albarfs to intercept the queen, 
Bearing the king in my behalf along: 
For by my fcouts I was advertised, 
That flie was coming with a full intent 
To dafti our late decree in parliament, 
Touching king Henry's oath, and your fuccefilon. 
Short tale to make,~ We at Saint Alban's met, 
Our battles join'd, and both fides fiercely fought : 
But, whether 'twas the coldnefs of the king, 
Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen, 
That rob'd my foldiers of their heated fpleen ; 
Or whether 'twas report of her fuccefs ; 
Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour, 
Who thunders to his captives blood and death, 
I cannot judge: but, to conclude with truth, 
Their weapons like to lightning came and went; 
Our foldiers' like the night-owl's lazy flight, 
Or like an idle threfher with a flail, 
Fell gently down, as if they ftruck their friends. 
I cheer'd them up with juftice of the cause, 
With promise of high pay and great rewards: 
But all in vain; they had no heart to fight, 

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And we (in them) no hope to win the day, 
So that we fled ; the king, unto the queen ; 
Lord George your brother, Norfolk, and myielf, 
In hafte, poft hafte, are come to join with you; 
For in the marches here, we heard, you were, 
Making another head to fight again. 

EDW. Where is the duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick? 
And when came George from Burgundy to England? 

WAR. Some fix miles off the duke is with his power: 
And for your brother, he was lately fent, 
From your kind aunt, dutchefs of Burgundy 
With aid of foldiers to this needful war. 

Ric. 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled: 
Oft have I heard his praises in purfuit ; 
But ne'er, 'till now, his fcandal of retire. 

. Nor now my fcandal, Richard, doft thou hear : 

For thou fhalt know, this ftrong right-hand of mine 
Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head, 
And wring the awful fcepter from his frft ; 
Were he as famous and as bold in war, 
As he is fam'd for mildnefs, peace, and prayer. 

Ric. I know it well, lord Warwick : blame me not ; 
*Tis love, I bear thy glories, makes me fpeak. 
But, in this troublous time, what's to be done? 
Shall we go throw away our coats of Heel, 
And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns, 
Numb'ring our A--ve-maries with our beads ? 
Or fhall we on the helmets of our foes 
Tell our devotion with revengeful arms ? 
If for the laft, fay Ay, and to it, lords. 

WAR . Why, therefore Warwick came to feek you out; 
And therefore comes my brother Mountague. 

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Attend me, lords. The proud infulting queen, 
With Clifford, and the haught Northumberland, 
And, of their feather, many more proud birds, 
Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax: 
He fwore confent to your fucceffion, 
His oath enrolled in the parliament; 
And now to London all the crew are gone, 
To fruftrate both his oath, and what befide 
May make againft the houfe of Lar.cajier. 
Their power, I think, is thirty thousand ftrong : 
Now, if the help of Norfolk, and myfelf, 
With all the friends that thou, brave earl of March, 
Among the loving Weljbmen canft procure, 
Will but amount to five and twenty thousand, 
Why, via ! to London will we march amain ; 
And once again beftride our foaming deeds, 
And once again cry Charge upon the foe, 
But never once again turn back and fly. 

Ric. Ay,now,methinks, I hear great ^izrw/V/f fpeak: 
Ne'er may he live to fee a fun-mine day, 
That cries Retire, when Warwick bids him flay. 

EDW. Lord Warwick, on thy moulder will I lean; 
And when thou fail'ft, (as God forbid the hour !) 
Muft Edward fall, Which peril heaven forefend ! 

WAR. No longer earl of March, but duke of Torki 
The next degree is, England" 1 * royal king: 
For king of England {halt thou be proclaim'd 
In every borough as we pafs along ; 
And he, that cafts not up his cap for joy, 
Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head. 
King Edward, _ valiant Richard, Mount ague, 
Stay we no longer dreaming of renown, 

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But found the trumpets, and about our tafk. 

Ric. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as fleel, 
(As thou haft fhewn it flinty by thy deeds) 
I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine. [for us ! 

ED w. Then ftrike up, drums ;_God, and faint George, 
. Enter a Meflenger. 

WAR. How now ? what news ? 

Mef. The duke of Norfolk fends you word by me> 
The queen is coming with a puifTant hoft ; 
And craves your company for fpeedy counfel. 

WJR. Why then it forts, brave warriors: Let's away. 
[Exeunt, marching* 

SCENE II. BeforeVotk. 

Enter, with Drum and Colours, marching, 

King Henry, and Queen, Prince, CLIFFORD, 

>ue. Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of Tork* 
Vender's the head of that arch-enemy, 
That fought to be encompaff'd with your crown : 
Doth not the objedl: cheer your heart, my lord ? 

Kin. Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their 
To fee this fight, it irks my very foul : [wreck j _ 
With-hold revenge, dear God ! 'tis not my fault, 
Nor wittingly have I infring'd my vow. 

CLI. My gracious liege, this too much lenity, 
And harmful pity, muft be lay'd afide. 
To whom do lions caft their gentle looks ? 
Not to the beaft that would usurp their den. 
Whose hand is that, the foreft bear doth lick ? 
Not his, that fpoils her young before her face. 
Who 'fcapes the lurking ferpent's mortal fting ? 

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Not he, that fets his foot upon her back. 

The fmalleft worm will turn, being trodden on; 

And doves will peck, in fafe-guard of their brood. 

Ambitious York did level at thy crown, 

Thou fmiling, while he knit his angry brows : 

He, but a duke, would have his fon a king, 

And raise his iffue like a loving fire; 

Thou, being a king, bleft with a goodly fon, 

Didft yield confent to dif-inherit him, 

Which argu'd thee a moft unloving father. 

Unreasonable creatures feed their young : 

And though man's face be fearful to their eyes, 

Yet, in protection of their tender ones, 

Who hath not feen them, even with those wings 

Which fometime they have us'd in fearful flight, 

Make war with him that climb'd unto their neft, 

Offering their own lives in their young's defence ? 

For fhame, my liege, make them your precedent ! 

Were it not pity, that this ~j~ goodly boy 

Should lose his birth-right by his father's fault; 

And long hereafter fay unto his child, 

What my great-grandfather and grand/ire got t 

My carelefs father fondly gave aivaj ? 

Ah, what a fhame were this ! Look on the boy ; 

And let his manly face, which promiseth 

SuccefTful fortune, fteel thy melting heart, 

To hold thine own, and leave thine own with him. 

Kin. Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator, 
Inferring arguments of mighty force. 
But, Clifford, tell me, didft thou never hear, 
That things ill-got had ever bad fuccefs I 
And happy always was it for that fon, 

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Whose father for his hoarding went to hell ? 

I'll leave my fon my virtuous deeds behind ; 

And 'would, my father had left me no more ! 

For all the reft is held at fuch a rate, 

As brings a thousand fold more care to keep, 

Than in posseflion any jot of pleasure. _ 

Ah, cousin York ! 'would, thy beft friends did know, 

How it doth grieve me that thy head is here ! [nigh, 

<j>ue. My lord, cheer up your fpirits ; our foes are 
And this foft courage makes your followers faint. 
You promis'd knighthood to our forward fon ; 
Unlheath your fword, and dub him presently : 
Ediuardy kneel down. 

Kin. Ediuard Plantagenet, arise a knight ; 
And learn this leflbn, Draw thy fword in right. 

Pri. My gracious father, by your kingly leave, 
I'll draw it as apparent to the crown* 
And in that quarrel use it to the death. 

CLI. Why, that is fpoken like a toward prince. 
Enter a Meffenger. 

Mef. Royal commanders, be in readinefs : 
For, with a band of thirty thousand men, 
Comes Warwick, backing of the duke of York} 
And, in the towns as they do march along, 
Proclaims him king, and many fly to him : 
Darraign your battle, for they are at hand. 

CLI. I would, your highnefs would depart the field; 
The queen hath beft fuccefs when you are abfent. 

Que . Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune. 

Kin. Why, that's my fortune too ; therefore I'll ftay. 

NoRtb.l&e it with resolution then to fight. 

Pri. My royal father, cheer these noble lords, 

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And hearten those that fight in your defence : 
Unflieath your fword, good father; cry, Saint George ! 

Drums. Enter EDWARD, Duke of York ; <vjitb 

GEORGE, and RICHARD, bis Brothers; WARWICK^ 

Norfolk, Mountague, .and Soldiers. 

EDW. Now, perjur'd Henry, wilt thou kneel for grace; 
And fet thy diadem upon my head ; 
Or bide the mortal fortune of the field ? 

>ue. Go rate thy minions, proud infulting boy : 
Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms, 
Before thy fovereign, and thy lawful king ? 

EDW. 1 am his king, and he Ihould bow his knee ; 
I was adopted heir by his confent : 
Since when, his oath is broke ; for, as I hear, 
YOU that are king, though he do wear the crown, 
Have caus'd him, by new ad of parliament, 
To blot out me, and put his own fon in. 

CLI. And reason too ; 
Who mould fucceed the father, but the fon ? 

Ric. Art thou there, butcher ? _ O, I cannot fpeak \ 

CLI. Ay, crook-back; here I (land, to anfwer thee, 
Or any he the proudeft of thy fort. 

Ric. 'Twasyou that kill'd young "Rutland^ was it not? 

CLI. Ay, and old York, and yet not fatiffy'd. 

Ric. For God's fake, lords, give ftgnal to the fight. 

WAR. What fay'ft thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the 
crown ? [y ou fpeak ? 

Que. Why, how now, long-tongu'd Warwick? dare 
When you and I met at Saint Allans laft, 
Your legs did better fervice than your hands. 

WAH. Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine. 

CLI. You faid fo much before, and yet you fled. 


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WAX . 'Twas not your va\our,Cliffbrd, drove me thence. 

JVbjj^.No, nor your manhood, that durft make you ftay. 

Ric. Northumberland^ I hold thee reverently; 
Break oft", the parley ; for fcarce I can refrain 
The execution of my big fwoln heart 
Upon that Clifford there, that cruel child- killer. 

CLI. I flew thy father ; Call'ft thou him a child ? 

Ric. Ay, like a daftard, and a treacherous coward, 
As thou didft kill our tender brother Rutland; 
But, ere fun-fet, I'll make thee curfe the deed, [fpeak. 

Kin. Have done with words, my lords, and hear me 

Que. Defy them then, or elfe hold clofe thy lips. 

Kin. I pr'ythee, give no limits to my tongue ; 
I am a king, and priviledg'd to fpeak. 

CLI. My liege.the wound, that bred this meeting here, 
Cannot be cur'd by words; therefore be ftill. 

Ric. Then, executioner, uniheath thy fword : 
By him that made us all, I am resolv'd, 
That Clifford's manhocd lies upon his tongue. 

EDW. Say, Henry, (hall I have my right, or no? 
A thousand' men have broke their fafts to-day, 
That ne'er fhall dine, unlefs thou yield the crown. 

WAR. If thou deny, their blood upon thy head ; 
For York in juftice puts his armour on. 

Pri. If that be right, which Warwick fays is right, 
There is no wrong, but every thing is right. 

Ric. Whoever got thee, there thy mother ftands; 
For, well I wot, thou haft thy mother's tongue. 

Que. But thou art neither like thy fire, nor dam ; 
But like a foul mif^lhapen ftigmatick, 
Marjc'd by the deftinies to be avoided, 
As venom'd toad's, or lizards' dreadful flings. 

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&ic. Iron of Naples, hid with Englljh gilt, 
Whose father bears the title of a king, 
(As if a channel fhould be call'd the fea) 
Sham'ft thou not, knowing whence tbou art extraught, 
To let thy tongue deleft thy bafe born heart? 

Eoff. A wifp of ftraw were worth a thousand crowns, 
To make this mamelefs callet know herfelf. _ 
Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou, 
Although thy husband may be Mentions ; 
And ne'er was Agamemnon 1 ?, brother wrong'd 
By that falfe woman, as this "|~ king by thee. 
His father revel'd in the heart of France, 
And tam'd the king, and made the dauphin ftoop ; 
And, had he~}~ match'd according to his ilate, 
He might have kept that glory to this day : 
But, when he took a beggar to his bed, 
And grac'd thy poor fire with his bridal day ; 
Even then that fun-mine brew'd a mower for him, 
That wam'd his father's fortunes forth of France, 
And heap'd fedition on his crown at home. 
For what hath broach'd this tumult, but thy pride ? 
Hadft thou been meek, our title ftill had flept j 
And we, in pity of the gentle king, 
Had dipt our claim until another age. 

GEO. But,when we faw our fun-mine made thy (pring, 
And that thy fummer bred us no encreafe, 
We fet the axe to thy usurping root : 
And though the edge hath fomething hit ourfelves, 
Yet, know thou, fince we have begun to ftrike, 
We'll never leave, 'till we have hewn thee down, 
Or bath'd thy growing with our heated bloods. 
. And, in this resolution, I defy thee } 

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Not willing any farther conference, 
Since thou deny'ft the gentle king to fpeak. _ 
Sound, trumpets ! _ let our bloody colours wave ! i 
And either viclory, or elfe a grave. 

Que. Stay, Edward. 

EDW. No, wrangling woman, I'll no longer flay : 
Thy words will coft ten thousand lives to-day. 

[Exeunt, marching. 

SCENE III. rbtfame. A Field of Battle. 

Alarums- Excurfions. Enter WARWICK. 
WAV.. Fore-fpent with toil, as runners with a race, 
I lay me down a little while to breath : 
For ftrokes receiv'd, and many blows repay'd, 
Have rob'd my ftrong-knit finews of their ftrengthj 
That, fpight of fpight, needs muft I reft a while. 

Enter E n w A R D , running. 

Eoff. Smile, gentle heaven ! or ftrike, ungentle death ! 
For this world frowns, and Edward" 1 *, fun is clouded. 
WAR . How now, my lord? what hap ? what hope ofgood ? 

Enter GEORGE. 

GEO. Our hap is lofs, our hope but fad defpair j 
Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us : 
What counfel give you ? whither fliall we fly ? 

EDW. Bootlefs is flight, they follow us with wings 5 
And weak we are, and cannot fliun purfuit. 


Rje. Ah, Warwick, why haft thou withdrawn thyfelf ? 
Thy brother's blood the thirfty eaith hath drunk, 
Broach'd with the fteely point of C/ifford's lance : 
And, in the very pangs of death, he cry'd, 
Like to a dismal clangor heard from far, 

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Warwick, revenge ! brother, revenge my death / 
So underneath the belly of their Iteeds, 
That flain'd their fet-locks in his fmoaking blood, 
The noble gentleman gave up the ghoft. 

WAR. Then let the earth be drunken with our blood : 
I'll kill my horfe, because I will not fly. 
Why ftand we like foft-hearted women here, 
Wailing our lo/Tes, while the foe doth rage ; 
And look upon, as if the tragedy 
Were play'd in jeft by counterfeiting a&crs? 
Here on my ~j~ knee I vow to God above, 
I'll never pause again, never ftand ftill, 
'Till either death hath clos'd these eyes of mine, 
Or fortune giv'n me measure of revenge. 

Sotf. O Warwick, I do bend "I" 7 my knee with thine ; 

And, in this vow, do chain my foul to thine. 

And, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face, 
I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to Thee, 
Thou fetter up and plucker down of kings ; 
Befeeching thee, if with thy will it ftands, 
That to my foes this body muft be prey, 
Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope, 
And give fweet paflage to my finful foul ! _. 
Now, lords, take leave until we meet again, 
Where-e'er it be, in heaven, or in earth. [<wick, 

Ric . Brother, give me thy hand ; _ and, gentle War- 
Let me embrace thee in my weary arms : _ 
I, that did never weep, now melt with woe, 
That winter ihouW cut off our fpring-time fa. 

WjtR. Away, away! Once more, fweet lords, farewel. 
GEO. Yet let us all together to our troops : 
And give thm leave to fly that will not ftay : 

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And call them pillars, that will ftand to us; 

And, if we thrive, promise them fuch rewards 

As viftors wear at the Olympian games : 

This may plant courage in their quailing breafh ; 

For yet is hope of life, and victory. 

Fore- flow no longer, make we hence amain. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. The fame. Another Part of it. 
Excurjions. Enter RICHARD, and CLIFFORD. 
Rjc. Now, Clifford, I have fingl'd thee alone : 
Suppose, this arm is for the duke of York, 
And this for Rutland ; both bound to revenge, 
Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall. 

CLJ. Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone : 
This is the hand, that ftab'd thy father 1'ork ; 
And this the hand, that flew thy brother Rutland ; 
And here's the heart, that triumphs in their death, 
And cheers these hands, that flew thy fire and brother, 
To execute the like upon thyfelf ; 
And fo, have at thee. \tbeyfigbt. 

Enter. Warwick, aj joining Richard ; 

Ric. Nay, Warwick, fingle out fome other chace ; 
For I myfelf will hunt this wolf to death. [Exeunt., 

SCENE V. The fame. Another Part. 

Alarums. Enter King Henry. 
Kin. This battle fares like to the morning's war 
When dying clouds contend with growing light ; 
What rime the fhepherd, blowing of his nails, 
Can neither call it perfeft day, nor night. 
Now fways it this way, like a mighty fea^ 

King Henry VI. 39 

Forp'd by the ride to combat with the wind-; 
Now fways it that way, like the felf-fame fea, 
Forc'd to retire by fury of the wind : 
Sometime, the flood prevails ; and then, the wind; 
Now, one the better ; then, another bell ; 
Both tugging to be victors, breaft to breaft, 
Yet neither conqueror, nor conquered : 
So is the equal poize of this fell war. 
Here on this mole-hill will I fit me down. 
To whom God will, there be the victory ! 
For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too, 
Have chid me from the battle ; fwearing both, 
They profper beft of all when I am thence. 
'Would, 1 were dead ! if God's good will were (a: 
For what is in this world, but grief and woe? 
O God ! methinks, it were a happy life, 
To be no better than a homely fwain; 
To fit upon a hill, as I do now, 
To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,. 
Thereby to fee the minutes how they run : 
How many make the hour full compleat, 
How many hours bring about the day, 
How many days will finifli up the year, 
How many years a mortal man may live. 
When this is known, then to divide the time-: 
,So many hours muft I tend my flock, 
So many hours muft I take my reft, 
So many hours muft I contemplate, 
So many hours muft I fport myfelf ; 
So many days my ewes have been with young v 
So many weeks ere the poor fools will can, 
So rn#ny years ere I fliall fhear the fleece : 

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So minutes, hours, days, toce&0, months, and years, 
Paft over to the end they were created, 
Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. 
Ah, what a life were this ! how fweet ! how lovely! 
Gives not the hawthorn buih a fweeter (hade 
1 o (hepherds, looking on their filly fheep, 
Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy 
To kings, that fear their fubjefts' treachery ? 
O, yes, it doth; a thousand fold it doth. 
And to conclude, the fhepherd's homely curds^ 
His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, 
His wonted fleep under a frefti tree's fhade, 
All which fecure and fweetly he enjoys, 
Is far beyond a prince's delicates., 
His viands fparkling in a golden cup, 
His body couched in a curious bed, 
When care, miflruft, and treason waits on him. 
jilarums. Enter a Son that has killed his 

Father, dragging in the Bcdy. 
Son. Ill blows the wind, that profits nobody. 
This man, whom hand to hand I flew in fight, 
May be possefled with fome ftore of crowns : 
And I, that (haply) take them from him now, 
May yet ere night yield both my life and them 
To fome man elfe, as this dead man doth me. 

[goes to rifle hit 

Who's this ? O God ! it is my father's face, 
Whom in this conflidt I unwares have kill'd. 
O heavy time<;, begetting fuch events! 
From Lgge/on by the king was I prefT'd forth ; 
My father, being the earl of Warwick's man, 
Came on the part of Tor*, preff'd by his mailer ; 

King Henry VI. 4.1 

And I, who at his hands receiv'd my life, 
Have by my hands of life bereaved him. 
Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did ! 
And pardon, father, for I knew not thee! 
My tears mall wipe away these bloody marks ; 
And no more words, 'till they have flow'd theic fill. 

Kin. O piteous fpedtacle ! o bloody times ! 
Whilft lions war, and battle for their dens, 

Poor harmlefs lambs abide their enmity 

Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear; 
And let our hearts, and eyes, like civil war, 
Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharg'd with grief; 
Enter a Father that has killed his Son, 

bringing in the Body.. 
Fat. Thou that fo ftoutly haft resitted me, 

Give me thy gold, if thou haft any gold; 

For I have bought it with an hundred blows. _. 

But let me fee ! is this our foe-man's face ? 

Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only fon !_ 

Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee, 

Throw up thine eye ; fee, fee, what mowers arise, 

Blown by the windy tempeft of my heart, 

Upon thy wounds, that kill mine eye and heart ! _ 

O, pity, Go4, this miserable age! _ 

What flratagems, how fell, how butcherly, 

Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural, 

This deadly quarrel daily doth beget !_ 

O boy, thy father gave thee life too late, 

And hath bereft thee of thy life too foon ! [gJ'ef ! 

Kin. Woe above woe ! grief more than common 

O, that my death would ftay these ruthful 

P, pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity ! __ 

5 hath *J kille* 

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The red rose and the white are on his face* 
The fatal colours of our ftriving houses: 
The one, his purple blood right well resembles ; 
The other, his pale cheek (methinks) presenteth : 
Wither one rose, and let the other flourifh ! 
If you contend, a thousand lives muft wither. 

Son. How will my mother, for a father's death, 
Take on with me, and ne'er be fatiffy'd ? 

Fat. How will my wife, for {laughter of my fon 
Shed feas of tears, and ne'er be fatiffy'd ? 

Kin. How will the country, for these woful chance:, 
Mif- think the king, and not be fatiffy'd? 
Son. Was ever fon, fo ru'd a father's death ? 
Fat. Was ever father, fo bemoan'd his fon ? 
Kin. Was ever king, fo griev'd for fubjefts' woe ? 
Much is your forrow ; mine, ten times fo much. 
Sea. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my filL 
[Exit, with the Body. 

Fat. These arms of mine (hall be thy winding-fheet; 
My heart, fweet boy, (hall be thy fepulcher ; 
For from my heart thine image ne'er fhall go : 
My fighing bread fhall be thy funeral bell ; 
And fo obfequious will thy father be, 
Even for the lofs of thee, having no more* 
As Priam was for all his valiant fons. 
I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will, 
For I have murther'd where I fhould not kill. 

[Exit, 'with the Betty. 

Kin. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care, 
Here fits a king more woful than you are. 

Alarums. Excurjions. Enter the Queen, Prince, 
EXETER, and Others, ba/li/j. 

4Cbccke J4 Men for 

King Henry VI. 43 

Pri. Fly, father, fly ! for all your friends are fled, 
And Warwick rages like a chafed bull : 
Away ! for death doth hold us in purfuit. [main : 

Que. Mount you, my lord, towards Berwick poll a- 
Ed*ward and Richard^ like a brace of greyhounds 
Having the fearful flying hare in fight, 
With fiery eyes, fparkling for very wrath, 
And bloody fteel grafpt in their ireful hands, 
Are at our backs ; and therefore hence amain. 

EXE. Away! for vengeance comes along with them: 
Nay, ftay not to expoftulate, make fpeed ; 
Or elfe come after, I'll away before. 

Kin. Nay, take me with thee, good fweet Exeter ; 
Not that I fear to flay, but love to go 
Whither the queen intends. Forward ; away. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VI. 'rhefame. 

A loud Alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded. 

CLI. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, 


Which, whilfl it lafted, gave king Henry light. 
Ah, Lancafter, I fear thine over-throw, 
More than my body's parting with my foul : 
My love, and fear, glew'd many friends to thee; 
And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt. 
Impairing Henry, ftrength'ning mifproud Tork, 
The common people fwarm like fummer flies : 
And whither fly the gnats, but to the fun ? 
And who fhines now, but Henty's enemy ? 
O Phoebus, hadft thou never given confent 
That Phaeton fhould check thy fiery fteeds, 
Thy burning car never had fcorch'd the eartK: 

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Afld, Henry, hadft thou fway'd as kings mould do, 
And as thy father, and his father, did, 
Giving no ground unto the houfe of Turk., 
\, and ten thousand in this lucklefs realm, 
Had left no mourning widows for our deaths, 
And thou this day hadft kept thy chair in peace. 
For what doth cheriih weeds, but gentle air? 
And what makes robbers bold, but too much lenity ? 
Bootlels are plaints, and curelefs are my wounds j 
INo way to fly, nor ftrength to hold out flight : 
The foe is mercilefs, and will not pity ; 
And, at their hands, I have deserv'd no pity. 
The air hath got into my deadly wounds, 
And much effufe of blood doth make me faint : 
Come, York, and Richard, /-/ arwick, and the reft ; 
1 ftab'd your fathers' bosoms, fplit my breaft. [faints* 
Drums. Enter EDWARD ; GEORGE, and 

RICHARD, his Brothers; WARWICK, Mountague, 

and Force^. [pause, 

EDW. Now breath we, lords; good fortune bids us 
And fmooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks. _. 
Some troops purfue the bloody-minded queen j_ 
That led calm Henry, though he were a king, 
As doth a fail, fill'd with a fretting guft, 
Command an argofy to ftem the waves. 
But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them? 

WAR. No, 'tis impoflible he mould efcape : 
For, though before his face I fpeak the words, 
Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave ; 
And, wherefoe'er he is, he's furely dead. 

[Clifford groant* 
. Who's foul is that which takes her heavy kaye^ 

King Henry VI. 45 

Ric. A deadly groan, like life in death departing. 

Eotr. See who it is : and, now the battle's ended, 
If friend, or foe, let him be gently us'd. 

Ric. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford^ 
Who not contented that he lop'd the branch 
In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forthj 
But fet his murd'ring knife unto the root 
From whence that tender fpray did fweetly fpring* 
I mean, our princely father, duke of York. 

WAR. From off the gates of York fetch down the head, 
Your father's head, which Clifford placed there : 
Inftead whereof, let his fupply the room ; 
Measure for measure muft be anfwered. 

Eow. Bring forth that fatal fcritch-owl to our houfe, 
That nothing fung but death to us and ours : 
Now death (hall flop his dismal threat'ning found, 
And his ill-boding tongue no more mail fpeak. 

[Attendants bring the Body forward* 

WAR. I think, his underftanding is bereft :_ 
Speak, Clifford, doft thou know who fpeaks to thee ?_ 
Dark cloudy death o'er-mades his beams of life, 
And he nor fees, nor hears us what we fay. 

Ric. O, 'would he did 1 and fo, perhaps, he doth j 
'Tis but his policy to counterfeit, 
Because he would avoid fuch bitter taunts 
As in the time of death he gave our father. 

GO. If fo thou think'ft, vex him with eager words. 

Ric. Clifford, afk mercy, and obtain no grace. 

EDW. Clifford, repent in bootlefs penitence. 

WAR. Clifford, devise excufes for thy faults. 
GEO. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. 
Ric, Thou didft love York, and I am fon to York*. 

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46 Tl>e third Part of 

EDW. Thou pity'dft Rutland, I will pity thee. 

GEO. Where's captain Margaret, to fence you now ? 

WAR. They mock thee, Clifford', fwear as thou waft 
wont. [hard, 

Ric. What, not an oath ? nay, then the world goes 
When Clifford cannot fpare his friends an oath : _ 
I know by that, he's dead ; And, by my foul, 
Would this right hand buy but an hour's life, 
That I in all defpight might rail at him, 
I'd chop it off; and with the iffuing blood 
Stifle the villain, whose unftanched thirft 
York and young Rutland could not fatiffy. 

WAR. Ay, but he's dead : Off with the traitor's head, 
And rear it in the place your father's ftands._ 
And now to London with triumphant march, 
There to be crowned England" 1 ?, royal king. 
From thence mail Warwick cut the fea to France, 
To afk the lady Bona for thy queen: 
So malt thou finew both these lands together; 
And, having France thy friend, thou (halt not dread 
The fcatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again; 
For though they cannot greatly fling to hurt, 
Yet look to have them buz, to offend thine ears. 
Firft, will I fee the coronation ; 
And then to Britany I'll crofs the fea, 
To effeft this marriage, fo it please my lord. 

EDW. Even as thou wilt, fweet Warwick, let it be : 
For on thy moulder do I build my feat ; 
And never will I undertake the thing, 
Wherein thy counfel and confent is wanting. _ 
Richard, I will create thee duke of Glofter; _ 
Arid Getrgt, of Clarence; Warwick, as ourfelf, 

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Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth beft. 

Ric . Let me be duke of Clarence ; George, of Glofter ; 
For G/o/ter's dukedom is too ominous. 

WAR. Tut, that's a foolifh observation; 
Richard, be duke of Glofter : Now to London, 
To fee these honours in posseflion. [Exeunt. 


SCE NE I. A Cbace in the North of England. 

Enter HUMPHREY, aWSiNKLO, Keepers; luilb 

Crofs-bows ia their Hands. 

SIN. Under this thick-grown brake we'll ftiroud our- 
For through this lawn anon the deer will come ; [felves ; 
And in this covert will we make our Hand, 
Culling the principal of all the deer. 

HUM. I'll ftay above the hill, fo both may flioot. 

SIN. That cannot be; the noise of thy crofs-bow 
Will fcare the herd, and fo my fhoot is loft. 
Here ftand we both, and aim we at the beft: 
And, for the time (hall not feem tedious, 
I'll tell thee what befel me on a day, 
In this felf place where now we mean to ftand. 

HUM. Here comes a man, let's ftay 'till he be part. 
Enter King Henry, difguii'd. 

K. H. From Scotland ion. I ftoln, even of pure lovc 
To greet mine own land with my wifhful fight. 
No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine ; 
Thy place is fill'd, thy fcepter wrung from thee, 
Thy balm wam'd off, wherewith thou waft anointed : 
No bending knee will call thee C<esar now, 

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No humble fuitors preafe to fpeak for right* 
No, not a man comes for redrefs of thee ; 

For how can I help them, and not myfelf ? 

SIN. " Ay, here's adeer, whose {kin's a keeper's fee:'* 
' This is the quondam king ; let's feize upon him." 

K. H. Let me embrace these four adverfuies ; 
For wise men fay, it is the wiseft courfe. 

HUM. " Why linger we r let us lay hands upon him.'* 
SIN. " Forbear a while, we'll hear a little more." 
K. H. My queen, and fon, are gone to France for aid ; 

And (as I hear) the great commanding Warwick 

Is thither gone, to crave the French king's fitter 

To wife for Edward: If this news be true, 

Poor queen, and fon, your labour is but loft ; 

For Warwick is a fubtle orator, 

And Lewis a prince foon won with moving words. 

By this account, then, Margaret may win him ; 

For me's a woman to be pity'd much: 

Her fighs will make a battery in his breaft; 

Her tears will pierce into a marble heart ; 

The tiger will be mild, while fhe doth mourn j- 

And Nero will be tainted with remorfe, 

To hear, and fee, her plaints, her briniih tears. 

Ay, but fire's come to beg ; Warwick, to give : 

SheV on his left fide, craving aid for Henry ; 

He, on his right, aflcing a wife for Edward. 

She weeps, and fays her Henry is depos'd ; 

He fmiles, and fays his Edward is inltall'd; 

That (he, poor wretch, for grief can fpeak no more : 

Whiles Warwick tells his title, fmooths the wrong, 

Inferreth arguments of mighty ftrength ; 

And, in conclusion, wins the king from her, 

6 the fovvre Adverfaiies 

King Henry VI. 49 

With promise of his fifter, and what elfe, 
To ftrengthen and fupport king E.fauard's place. 
O Margaret, thus 'twill be ; and thou (poor foul) 
Art then forfaken, as thou went'ft forlorn. 

HUM. Say, what art thou, that talk'ft of kings and 
queens ? [ft art ing out upon him. 

K. H. More than T feem, and lefs than I was born to : 
A man at leaft, for lefs I fhould not be'; 
And men may talk of kings, And why not I? 

HUM. Ay, but thou talk'ft as if thou wert a king. 

K. H. Why, fo I am, in mind ; and that's enough. 

HUM. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown > 

K. H. My crown is in my heart, not on my head ; 
Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian ftones, 
Nor to be feen : my Crown is call'd, content; 
A crown it is, that feldom kings enjoy. 

HUM. Well, if you be a king crown'd with content, 
Your crown content, and you, muft be contented 
To go along with us : for, as we think, 
You are the king, king Edward hath depos'dj 
And we his fubjeds, fworn in all allegiance, 
Will apprehend you as his enemy. 

K. H. But did you never fwear, and break an oath? 

HUM. No, never fuch an oath ; nor will not now. 

K. H. Wheredidyoudwell,whenlwaskingofwf/Wi/r ) 

HUM. Here in this country, where we now remain. 

K. H. 1 was anointed king at nine months old ; 
My father, and my grandfather, were kings; 
And you were fworn true fubjecls unto me : 
And, tell me then, have you not broke your oaths? 

SIN. No; for we were fubjedls but whileyou were king. 

K. H. Why, am I dead r do I not breath a man ? 

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Ah, fimple men, you know not what you fwear. 

Look, as I blow this"]" feather from my face, 

And as the air blows it to me again, 

Obeying with my wind when I do blow, 

And yielding to another when it blows, 

Commanded always by the greater gull ; 

Such is the lightnefs of you common men. 

But do not break your oaths ; for, of that fin, 

My mild entreaty mail not make you guilty. 

Go where you will, the king fhall be commanded ; 

And be you kings, command, and I'll obey. 

SIN. We are true fubjecls to the king, king Edward. 

K. //. So would you be again to Henry, 
If he were feated as king Edward is. 

SIN. We charge you, inGod's name, and in the king's, 
To go with us unto the officers. [obey'd : 

K. H. In God's name, lead ; your king's name be 
And what God will, that let your king perform ; 
And what he will, I humbly yield unto. [Exeunt. 

SCENE II. London. A Room in the Palace. 

Enter Edward, at King ; the Lady Grey ivith bim\ 
CLARENCE, rfWGLOSTER,yc/2jw/g-. 

K. E. Brother of Glofler, at Saint Allans field 
This lady's husband, fir John Grey, was flain, 
His lands then feiz'd on by the conqueror: 
Her fuit is now, to repossefs those lands; 
Which we in juftice cannot well deny, 
Because in quarrel of the houfe of York 
The worthy gentleman did lose his life. 

GLO. Your highnefs fhall do well, to grant her fuit; 
It were dishonour, to deny it her. 

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K. E. It were no lefs ; but yet I'll make a pause. 

Gzo. " Yea, is it fo?" 

" I fee, the lady hath a thing to grant," [to Cla. 

" Before the king will grant her humble fuit." [wind ?" 

CLA. " He knows the game ; How true he keeps the 

Gzo. " Silence !" 

K. E. Widow, we will confider of your fuit ; 
And come fome other time, to know our mind. 

Lad. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay : 
May't please your highnefs, to resolve me now ; 
And what your pleasure is, mall fatiffy me. [lands," 

Gzo. " Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you all your 
" An if what pleases him, mail pleasure you." 
" Fight clofer, or (good faith) you'll catch a blow." 

CLA. " I fear her not, unlefs me chance to fall." 

GLO. " God forbid that ! for he'll take vantages." 

K. E. How many children haft thou, widow ? tell me. 

CLA. " I think, he means to beg a child of her." 

Gzo. " Nay,whip me then; he'll rather give her two." 

Lad. Three, my moft gracious lord. 

Gzo. " You mail have four, if you'll be rul'dbyhim" 

K. E. 'Twere pity, they mould lose their father's land. 

1 id. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then. 

K. E. Lords, give us leave ; I'll try this widow's wit. 

Gzo. " Ay, good leave have you; for you will have" 

" leave," 

' Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch." 
[retiring to a Diftance 'with Cla. 

K. E. Nowtell me, madam, do you love your children? 

Lad. Ay, full as dearly as I love myfelf. 

K. E. And would you not do much to do them good ? 

Lad. To do them good, I would fuftain fome harm. 


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K. E. Thengetyourhusband'slandsjtodothemgobd. 

Lad. Therefore I came unto your majefty. 

K. E. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. 

Lad. So {hall you bind me to your highnefs' lervice. 

K. E. What fervice wilt thou do me, if I give them ? 

Lad. What you command, that refts in me to do. 

K. E. But you will take exceptions to my boon. 

Lad. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it. 

K. E. Ay, but thou canlt do what I mean to afk. 

Lad. Why, then I will do what yourgrace commands. 

GLO. " He plies her hard ; and much rain wears the" 

CLA. " As red as fire ! nay, then her wax will melt." 

Lad. Why Hops my lord t (hall I not hear my tafk? 

K. E. An easy taflc; 'tis but to love a king. 

Lad. That's foon perform'd, because I am a fubjccl:. 

K. E. Why then, thy husband's lands 1 freely give thee. 

Lad. I take my leave, with many thousand thanks. 

GLO. " The match is made, fhefealsitwithacurt'fy." 

K. E. But ftay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean. 

Lad. The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege. 

K. E. Ay, but (I fear me) in another fenfe. 
What love, think'lr. thou, I fue fo much to get ? [ers ; 

Lad. My love 'till death, my humble thanks, my pray- 
That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. 

K. E. No, by my troth, I did not mean fuch love. 

Lad. Why, then you mean not as I thought you did. 

K. E. But now you partly may perceive my mind. 

Lad. My mind will never grant what I perceive 
Your highnefs aims at, if I aim aright. 

K. E. To tell thee plain, I aim to lye with thee. 

Lad. To tell you plain, 1 had rather lye in prison. 

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K E. Why, then thou maltnothavethyhusband'slands. 

Lad. Why, then mine honefty (hall be my dower ; 
For by that lofs I will net purchafe them. 

K. E. Herein them wrong'ft thy children mightily. 

Lad. Herein your highnefs wrongs both themandme: 
But, mighty lord, this merry inclination 
Accords not with the fadnefs of my fuit; 
Please you difmifs me, either with ay, or no. 

K. E. Ay ; if thou wilt fay, ay, to my requeft : 
No ; if thou doft fay, no, to my demand. 

Lad. Then, no, my lord ; my fuit is at an end. 

GLO. " Thewidowlikeshim not, meknitsherbroxvs." 

QLA. " He is the bluntell wooer in chriftendom." 

K. E. " Her looks do a/gue her replete with modefly;" 
" Her words do (hew her wit incomparable;" 
" All her perfections challenge fovereignty :" 
" One way, or other, me is for a king ;" 
" And me mail be my love, or elfe my queen."_ 
Say ; that king Edward take thee for his queen ? 

Lad. 'Tis better faid than done, my gracious lord.: 
I am a fubjeft fit to jeft withal, 
But far unfit to be a fovereign. 

K. E. Sweet widow, by my ftate I fwear to thee, 
I fpeak no more than what my foul intends; 
And that is, to enjoy thee for my love. 

Lad. And that is more than I will yield unto: 
I know, I am too mean to be your queen ; 
And yet too good to be your concubine. 

K. E. You cavil, widow ; I did mean my queen. 

Lad. 'Twill grieve your grace, my fons mould call 
you father. [ther. 

K. E. No. more, than when my daughters call thee mo- 

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Thou art a widow, and thou haft fome children ; 
And, by God's mother, I, being but a batchelor 
Have other fome : why, 'tis a happy thing, 
To be the father unto many fons. 
Anfwer no more, for thou (halt be my queen. 

GLO. " The ghoftly father now hath done his thrift.'* 

CLA. " When he was made a fhriver, 'twas for fhift." 

K. E. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had. 

GLO. The widow likes it not, for (he looks fad. 

K- You'd think it ftrange, if I mould marry her. 

CLA. To whom, my lord ? 

K. E. Why, Clarence, to myfelf. 

GLO. That would be ten days' wonder, at the leaft. 

CLA. That's a day longer than a wonder Jails. 

GLO. By fo much is the wonder in extreams. 

K. E. Well, jeft on, brothers : I can tell you both, 
Her fuit is granted for her husband's lands. 
Enter fome Noblemen. 

i N. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, 
And brought as prisoner to your palace gate. 

K. E. See, that he be convey'd unto the tower : _ 
And go we, brothers, to the man that took him, 

To queftion of his apprehension. 

Widow, go you along; Lords, use her honourably. 
[Exeunt King, Lady, CLARENCE, and Lords. 

GLO. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. 
'Would he were wafted, marrow, bones, and all, 
That from his loins no hopeful branch may 
To crofs me from the golden time I look for! 
And yet, between my foul's desire, and me, 
(The luftful Edward's title buried) 
Is Clarence, Henry , and his fon young Edward* 

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And all the unlook'd-for iflue of their bodies,. 

To take their rooms, ere I can place myfelf : 

A cold premeditation for my purpose ! 

Why, then I do but dream on fovereignty; - 

Like one that Hands upon a promontory, 

And fpies a far-off more where he would tread, 

Wifhing his foot were equal with, his eye ; 

And chides the fea that funders him from thence, 

Saying he'll lade it dry to have his way : 

So do I wifh the crown, being fo far off; 

And fo I chide the means that keep me from it; 

And fo I fa-y ~~ I'll cut the causes off, 

Flattering me with impoffibilities : 

My eye's too quick, my heart o'er-weens too much, 

Unlefs my hand and ftrength could equal them. 

Well, fay there is no kingdom then for Richard^ 

What other pleasure can the world afford ? 

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap, 

And deck my body in gay ornaments, 

And witch fweet ladies with my words and looks. 

O miserable thought ! and more unlikely, 

Than to accomplifh twenty golden crowns ! 

Why, love fore-fwore me in my mother's womb: 

And, for I mould not deal in her foft laws, 

She did corrupt frail nature with fome bribe 

To mrink mine arm up like a wither'd mrub^ 

To make an envious mountain on my back, 

Where fits deformity to mock my body ; 

To fhape my legs of an unequal fize ; 

To difproportion me in every part, 

Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp, 

That carries no impreflion like the dam. 

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And am I then a man to be belov'd ? 

O monftrous fault, to harbour fuch a thought ! 

Then, fmce this earth affords no joy to me, 

But to command, to check, to o'er- bear fuch 

As are of better perfon than myfelf, 

I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown ; 

And, while I live, to account this world but hell, 

Until the head, this mif-fliap'd trunk doth bear, 

Be round-impaled with a glorious crown. 

And yet I know not how to get the crown, 

For many lives ftand between me and home : 

And I, like one loft in a thorny wood, 

That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns; 

Seeking a way, and ftraying from the way ; 

Not knowing how to find the open air, 

But toiling defperately to find it out, 

Torment myfelf to catch the Englijh crown : 

And from that torment I will free myfelf, 

Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. 

Why, I can fmile, and murther while I fmile; 

And, cry, content, to that which grieves my heart 3 

And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, 

And frame my face to all occasions : 

I'll drown more failors than the mermaid fhall ; 

I'll flay more gazers than the basilifk ; 

I'll play the orator as well as Neflor, 

Deceive more ilily than VlyJJet could, 

And, like a Shion, take another Troy : 

I can add colours to the cameleon ; 

Change fhapes, with Proteus, for advantages, 

And fet the murth'rous Macbiavel to fchool. 

Can I do this, and cannot get a crown ? 

* Untill my niis-fliap'd Trunke, that beares this Head, 

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Tut ! were it farther off, I'll pluck it down. [Exit. 

SCENE III. France. A Room in fame Palace. 
Flourijh. Enter LEWIS the French King, and 

Za^BoNA, attended : King takes his State. Then,^ 

Enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward her Son, 

and the Ear/ o/QxFOV.O. 

LEW. Fair queen of England, worthy Margaret, 


Sit down with us; it ill befits thy ftate, 
And birth, that thou fhould'll ftand, while Lewis doth fit. 

<. M. No, mighty king of France ; now Margaret 
Mult ftrike her fail, and learn a while to ferve, 
Where kings command. I was, I muft confefs, 
Great Albiorfs queen in former golden days : 
But now mifchance hath trod my title down, 
And with difhonour lay'd me on the ground ; 
Where I mult take like feat unto my fortune, 
And to my humble feat conform myfelf. [defpair ? 

LEW. Why, fay, fair queen, whence fprings this deep 

J^. M. From fuch a cause as fills mine eyes with tears, 
And flops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. 

LEW. Whate'er it be, be thou (till like thyfelf, [neck 
And fit thee by our fide : [/eats her by him.~\ yield not thy 
To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntlefs mind 
Still ride in triumph over all mifchance. 
Be plain, queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; 
It fhall be eas'd, if France can yield relief, [thoughts, 

S^M. Those gracious words 'revive my drooping 
And give my tongue-ty'd forrows leave to fpeak. 
Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis t ~~* 
That/fr/zrjr, fole posseffor of my love, 

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Is, of a king, become a banifti'd man. 
And forc'd to live in Scotland a. forlorn ; 
While proud ambitious Edward, duke of York* 
Usurps the regal title, and the feat 
Of England's true anointed lawful king. 
This is the cause, that f, poor Margaret> 
Wiih this my fon, prince Ed<ward, Henry's heir,-" 
Am come to crave thy juft and lawful aid ; 
And, if thou fail us, all our hope is done : 
^Scctland \\z\h will to help, but cannot help; 
Oar people and our peers are both mif-led, 
Our treasure feiz'd, our foldiers put to flight, 
And, as thou fee'ft, ourfelves in heavy plight. 

LEW. Renownedqueen,with patience calm the florin^ 
While we bethink a means to break it off. 

4^ M. The more we ftay, the ftronger grows our foe. 

Lif. The more I ftay, the more I'll fuccour thee.. 

^ M. O, but impatience waiteth on true forrow. 
And fee, t&here comes the breeder of my forrow. 
Enter WARWICK, attended. 

LEW. What's he, approacheth boldly to our presence ? 

^ M. Our earl ofJramrutt Edward's greateft friend . 

L w. Welcome,bra.velf / 'ar<wicL f [coniJngfrom!>isState ] 
What brings thee to France? [Mar. rises. 

Q. M. Ay, now begins a fecond florm to rise ; 
For this is he, that moves both wind and tide. 

WJIR. From worthy Edward, king of Albion, 
My lord and fovereign, and thy vowed friend, 
I come, in kindnefs, and unfeigned love, 
Firfl, to do greetings to thy royal perfon; 
And, then, to crave a league of amity ; 
And, laftly, to confirm that amity 

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With nuptial knot, if thou vouchfafe to grant 
That virtuous lady Bona, thy fair filler, 
To England's king, in lawful marriage. 

^M. " If that go forward, Henrfs hope is done." 

WAR* And, gracious madam, [/oBona.] in our king's 


I am commanded, with your leave and favour, 
Humbly to kifs your hand, and with my tongue 
To tell the paffion of my fovereign's heart ; 
Where fame, late ent'ring at his heedful ears, 
Hath plac'd thy beauty's image, and thy virtue. 

QM. King Lewis, and lad yBona, hear me fpeak* 
Before you anfwer Warwick. His demand 
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honeft love, 
But from deceit, bred by neceflity : 
For how can tyrants fafely govern home, 
Unlefs abroad they purchafe great alliance ? 
To prove him tyrant, this reason aiay fuffice, 
That Henry liveth ftill : but were he dead, 
Yet here prince Edward ftands, king Henry's fon. 
Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage 
Thou draw not on thy danger and difhonour : 
For though usurpers fway the rule a while, 
Yet heavens are juft, and time fupprefleth wrongs. 

WAR.. Injurious Margaret! 

Pri. And why not queen ? 

WAR. Because thy father Henry did usurp ; 
And thou no more art prince, than fhe is queen. 

OXF. Then Warwick difannuls great John Qb.autit, 
Which did fubdue the greateft part of Spain; 
And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the fourth, 
Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wiseft ; 

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And, after that wise prince, Henry the fifth,, 
"Who by his prowefs conquered all France : 
From these our Henry lineally defcends. 

Iff'jfH. Oxford, how haps it, in this fmooth difcour-fe, 
You told not, how Hfnry the fixth hath loft 
AH that which Henry the fifth had gotten ? 
Methinks, these peers of France fhould fmile at that. 
But for tjie reft, You tell a pedigree 
Of threefcore and two years ; a filly time, 
To make prefcription for a kingdom's worth, [liege, 

OXF. Why, Warwick, canft thou fpeak againft thy 
"Whom thou obeyed'ft thirty and fix years, 
And not bewray thy treason with a blufia ? 

WAS,. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, 
Now buckler falfhood with a pedigree ? 
For fliame, leave Henry, and call Edward king. 

OXF . Call him my king, by whose injurious doom 
My elder brother, the lord Aubrey Vere, 
Was done to death ? and more than fo, my father, 
Even in the downfal of his mellow'd years, 
When nature brought him to the door of death ? 
No, Warqtnfk t no ; while life upholds this arm, 
This arm upholds the houfe of Lancafter. 

WJR . And I the houfe of York. 

LEW. Queer\Margaret,princeEdiuarJ t and loftOxford, 
Vouchfafe, at our requeft, to ftand afide 
While I use further conference with Warwick. 

^ M. Heavens grant, that Warwick's words bewitch 
him not ! [retiring, 'with Oxf. and the Prince. 

Ltw* Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy confci- 
Is EJ-iuard your true king? for I were loth, [ence,, 
To link wiUxljim that, were not lawful chosen. 

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. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour. 

LEW. But is he gracious in the people's eye ? 

WAR. The more, that Henry was unfortunate. 

LEW. Then further, all diflembling fet afide, 
Tell me for truth the measure of his love 
Unto our fifter Bona. 

WAR. Such it feems, 
As may befeem a monarch like himfelf. 
Myfelf have often heard him fay, and fwear,-** 
That this his love was an eternal plant ; 
Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground, 
The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's fun ; 
Exempt from envy, but not from difdain, 
Unlefs the lady Bona quit his pain. 

LEW. Now, filter, let us hear your firm resolve. 

BON. Your grant, or your denial, mall be mine:-. 
Yet I confefs, [to War.] that often ere this day, 
When I have heard your king's desert recounted, 
Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire, [ward's ; 

LEW. Then, Warwick, this, Our fifter mail be Ed- 
And now forthwith mail articles be drawn 
Touching the jointure that your king muft make, 
Which with her dowry mall be counterpoiz'd : _ 
Draw near, queen Margaret ; and be a witnefs, 
That Bona mall be wife to the Englijb king. 

Pri. To Edward, but not to the Englijb king. 

^ M. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device, 
By this alliance to make void my fuit; 
Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend. 

LEW. And ftill is friend to him and Margaret: 
But if your title to the crown be weak, 
As may appear by Edward's good fuccefs, 

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Then 'tis but reason, that I be releaf 'd 
From giving aid, which late I promised. 
Yet fhall you have all kindnefs at my hand, 
Which your eftate requires, and mine can yield. 

WAR- Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease; 
Where having nothing, nothing can he lose. 
And as for you yourfelf, our quondam queen, 
You have a father able to maintain you ; 
And better 'twere, you troubl'd him than France. 

4>. M. Peace, impudent and mamelefsAParwAvf, peace j 
Proud fetter-up and puller-down of kings ! 
I will not hence, 'till with my talk and tears 
(Both full of truth) I make king Lewis behold 
Thy fly conveyance, and thy lord's falfe love; 
For both of you are birds of felf-fame feather. 

\Tucket beard. 

LEW. Warwick, this is fome poft to us, or thee. 
Enter a MefTenger. 

Mef. My lord embaflador, these =f letters are for you ; 

Sent from your brother, marquefs Mountague. 

These ^ from our king unto your majefty [to Lew. 

And, madam, these ^ for you ; from whom, I know not. 

[to Mar. They all read their Letters. 

OXF. I like it well, that our fair queen and miltrefs 
Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. 

Pri. Nay, mark, \iovi Lewis ftamps as he were nettl'd : 
I hope, all's for the beft. [queen ? 

Warwick , what are thy news? and yours, fair 
. Mine, fuch as fill my heart with unhop'd joys. 
. Mine, full of forrow and heart's difcontent. 

LEW. What! has your king marry 'd the lady Grey? 
And now, to footh your forgery and his, 

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Sends me a paper to perfuade me patience ? 
Is this the alliance that he feeks with France ? 
Dare he presume to fcorn us in this manner? 

^. M. I told your majefty as much before : 
This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's honefty. 

WAR. King Lewis, I here proteft, in fight of heaven* 
And by the hope I have of heavenly blifs, 
That I am clear from this mifdeed of Edward's ; 
No more my king, for he difhonours me; 
But molt himfelf, if he could fee his fhame. 
Did I forget, that by the houfe of York 
My father came untimely to his death ? 
Did I let pafs the abufe done to my niece? 
Did I impale him with the regal crown ; 
Did I put Henry from his native right ; 
And am I guerdon'd at the laft with mame? 
Shame on himfelf! for my desert is honour. 
And, to repair my honour loft for him, 
I here renounce him, and return to Henry:-. 
My noble queen, let former grudges pafs, 
And henceforth I am thy true fervitor ; 
I will revenge his wrong to lady Bona, 
And replant Henry in his former (late. [love; 

^ M . Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to 
And I forgive and quite forget old faults, 
And joy that thou becom'ft king Henry's friend. 

WAR. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, 
That, if king Lewis vouchfafe to furnifh us 
With fome few bands of chosen foldiers, 
I'll undertake to land them on our coaft, 
And force the tyrant from his feat by war. 
'Tis not his new-made bride lhall fuccour him : 

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And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me, 
4- He's very likely now to fall from him ; 

For matching more for wanton luft than honour, 
Or than for llrength and fafety of our country. 

BON. Dear brother, how {hall Bono be reveng'd, 
* But by the help of this diftrefied queen ? 

4>. M. Renowned prince, how fhall poor Henry live, 
Unlefs thou refcue him from foul defpair ? 

Bon. My quarrel, and this Englijh queen's, are one, 

WAR. And mine, fair lady Bcna, joins with yours. 

LKW. And mine, with hers, and thine, and Margaret's. 
Therefore, at laft, I firmly am resolv'd, 
You mall have aid. 

^. M. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. 

LE w . Then, England's meffenger, return in poft ; 
And tell falfe Edward, thy fupposed king, 
That Lewis of France is fending over mafkers, 
To revel it with him and his new bride : 
Thou fee'rt what's pail, go fear thy king withal. 

BON. Tell him, In hope he'll prove a widower ihortly, 
I'll wear the willow garland for his fake. 

^ M. Tell him, My mourning weeds are lay'd afide, 
And I am ready to put armour on. 

WJL R . Tell him from me,That he hath done me wrong '; 
And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long. 
There's thy =f reward ; be gone. [Exit MeiTenger. 

LEU'. But, Warwick; 

Thyfelf, and Oxford, with .five thousand men, 
ShaJl crofs the feas, and bid falfe Edward battle: 
And, as occasion ferves, this noble queen 
And prince mail follow with a frefh fupply. 
Yet, ere thou go, but anfwer me one doubt; 

*8 Thou and 

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What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty? 

WAR. This (hall aflure my conftant loyalty ; 
That, if our queen and this young prince agree, 
I'll join mine eldefl daughter, and my joy, 
To him forthwith in holy wedlock-bands. 

3>. M. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion : 
Son Edward^ (he is fair and virtuous, 
Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick ; 
And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable, 
That only Warwick's daughter (hall be thine. 

Pri. Yes, I accept her, for me well deserves it ; 
And here, to pledge my vow, I give my~|~ hand. 

LEW. Why (lay we now? These foldiers (hall be le- 
And thou, lord Bourbon, our high admiral, [vy'd,. 
Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet 
I long, 'till Eihvard fall by war's mifchance, 
For mocking marriage with a dame of France. 

[Exeunt All but Warwick. 

WJR . I came from Edward as embaffador, 
But I return his fworn and mortal foe : 
Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me, 
But dreadful war (hall anfwer his demand. 
Had he none elfe to make a (tale, but me ? 
Then none but I (hall turn his jeft to forrow. 
1 was the chief that rais'd him to the crown, 
And I'll be chief to bring him down again : 
Not that I pity Henry's misery, 
But feek revenge on Eaivard's mockery. [Exit. 

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SCENE I. London. ARosm in the Palace. 
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MOUNT AGUE, and Other i. 

GZ.O. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you 
Of this new marriage with the lady Grey ? 
Hath not our brother made a worthy choice ? 

CLA. Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France ; 
How could he ftay 'till Wmrnitk made return ? 

So M . My lords, forbear this talk ; here comes the king. 

Gzo. And his well-chosen bride. 

Ci-rf. I mind to tell him plainly what I think. 

Flourijh. Enter King Edward, attended; 
LatfyGrey, as >ueen\ Pembroke, Stafford, HASTINGS, 

and diver i Others. 

K. E. Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our 
That you ftand penfive, as half malecontent ? [choice, 
CLA . As well as Lewis of France, or the earl ^Warwick ; 
Which are fo weak of courage, and in judgment, 
That they'll take no offence at our abufe. - 

K. . Suppose, they take offence without a cause, 
They are but Leivis and Warwick ; I am Edward, 
Your king and Warwick's^ and muft have my will. 

do. And poufhall have your \\ill, because our king : 
Yet hafly marriage feldom proveth well. 

K. E. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too ? 
Gio. Not I: 

No ; God forbid, that I fhould \vifh them fever'd, 
Whom God hath join'd together : ay, and 'twere pity, 
To funder them that yoke fo well together. 

K. E. Setting your fcorns, and your miflike, afidc, 
Tell me fome reason, why the lady Grey 
Should Hot become my wife, and England" 1 * queen :__ 

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And you too, Somer/et> and Mountague, 
Speak freely what you think. 

CLA. Then this is my opinion, that king Letuit 
Becomes your enemy, for mocking him 
About the marriage of the lady Sana. 

GLO. And Warwick* doing what you gave in charge, 
Is now dishonoured by this new marriage. 

K. E. What, if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd, 
By fuch invention as I can devise ? 

Mou. Yet to have join'd with France in fuch alliance, 
Would more have ftrengthen'd this our commonwealth 
'Gainft foreign ftorms, than any home-bred marriage. 

HAS. Why, knows not Mount ague, that of itielf 
England is fafe, if true within itfelf? 

Mo v. Yes ; but the fafer, when 'tis back'd with France. 

HAS. 'Tis better using France, than trufting France: 
Let us be back'd with God, and with the feas, 
Which he hath given for fence impregnable, 
And with their helps only defend ourfelves ; 
In them, and in ourfelves, our fafety lie*. 

CLA. For this one fpeech, lord Raftings well deserves 
To have the heir of the lord Hungerford. 

K. E. Ay, what of that? it was my will, and grant; 
And, for this once, my will mall Hand for law. [well, 

GLO. And yet, methinks, your grace hath not done 
To give the heir and daughter of lord Scalet 
Unto the brother of your loving bride; 
She better would have fitted me, or Clarence : 
But in your bride you bury brotherhood. 

CLA. Or elfe you would not have beftow'd the heir 
Of the lord Bonville on your new wife's fon, 
And leave your brothers to go fpeed elfewhere. 

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K. E, Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife, 
That thou art malecontent ? I will provide thee. 

CLA. In choosing for yourfelf, you fhew'd your judg- 
Which being (hallow, you (hall give me leave [nienc: 
To play the broker in mine own behalf; 
And, to that end, I fhortly mind to leave you. 

K. E. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king, 
And not be ty'd nnto his brother's will. 

Que. My lords, before it pleas'd his majefty 
To raise my ftate to title of a queen $ 
Do me but right* and you muft all confefs, 
That I was not ignoble of defcent, 
And meaner than myfelf have had like fortune. 
But as this title honours me and mine, 
So your diflikes, to whom I would be pleasing, 
Do cloud my joys with danger and with forrow. 

K. E. My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns : 
What dan-ger, or what forrow can befal theej 
So long as Edward is thy conftant friend, 
And their true fovereign, whom they muft obey ? 
Nay, whom they fhall obey, and love thee too, 
Unlefs they feek for hatred at my hands : 
Which if they do, yet will t keep thee fafe, 
And they fhall feel the vengeance of my wrath. 

do. I hear, yet fay not much, but think the more. 
Enter Meflenger. 

K. E. Now, meflenger, what letters, or what news, 
From France ? 

Mef. My liege, no letters ; and few words, 
But fuch as I (without your fpccial pardon) 
Dare not relate. 

K. E. Go to, we pardon thee ; therefore, in brief, 

>6 Doth *9 My Sovcraigno Liege 

King Henry VI. 69 

Tell me their words as near as thou canft guefc them. 
What anfwer makes king Lewis unto our letters ? 

Mef. At my depart, these were his very words ; 
Go tellfalfe Edward, thy jupposed king> 
'That Lewis of France is fending over majkers, 
"To revel it nicitb bitn and bis new bride. 

K. E. Is Lewis fo brave ? belike, he thinks me Henry. 
But what faid lady Bona to my marriage ? 

Mef. These were her words, utter'd with mild difdain : 
7 ell him, in hope he'll prove a widower Jbortly, 
I'll iic-ear the iqiU&ui, garland, for his fake. 

K. E. I blame her not, (he couki fay little lefs ; 
She had the wrong. But what faid Henry\ queen ? 
for I have heard, that (he was there in place. 

Mef. Tell him, quoth fhe, my mourning weedt art done, 
And 1 am ready to put armour on. 

K. E. Belike, me minds to play the Amazon. 
But what faid Warwick to these injuries ? 

Mef. He, more incenf'd againft-your majefty 
Than all the reft, difcharg'd me with these words j 
Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong ; 
And therefore / '// uncrown kirn, ere't be. long. 

K. E. Ha ! d urft the traitor breath out fo proud words ? 
Well, I will arm me, being thus fore-warn'd : 
They mall have wars, and pay for their presumption. 
But fay, is Warwick friends with Margaret ? [friendfhip, 

Me/. Ay, gracious fovereign ; they are fo link'd in 
That young prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter. 

CLA. Belike,, the elder; Clarencevj\\\ have the younger. 
Now, brother king, farewel, and fit you faft, 
For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter ; 
That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage 

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I may not prove inferior to yourfelf : _~ 
You, that love me and Warwick, follow me. 

[ Exit. SOMERSET folloivt. 

Gio. " Not I:" 

* My thoughts aim at a further matter ; I" 
*' Stay not for love of Edward, but the crown." 

K. E. Clarence and, Somerfet both gone to Warwick f 
Yet am I arm'd againft the worft can happen ; 

And hafte is needful in this defperate cafe 

Pembroke, and Stafford, you in our behalf 
Go levy men, and make prepare for war ; 
They are already, or quickly will be landed : 
Myfelf in perfon will ilraight follow you. 

[Exeunt Pemh. and Staf, 

But, ere I go, Ha/lings, and Mountagae, 

Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the reft, 
Are near to Warwick, by blood, and by alliance : 
Tell me, if you love Warwick more than me .* 
If it be fo, then both depart to him ; 
I rather wifh you foes, than hollow friends : 
But if you mind to hftld your true obedience, 
Give me affurance with fome friendly vow, 
That I may never have you in fufpeft. 

Mov. So God help Mountague, as he proves true \ 

HAS. And Hajlings, as he favours Edward's cause ! 

K. E. Now, brother Richard, will you ftand by us ? 

Gio. Ay, in defpight of all that (hall withftand you. 

K. E. Why fo ; then am I fure of vi&ory. 
Now therefore let us hence ; and lose no hour, 
'Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power. [ Exeunt;. 

SCENE II. ,4 />/*;>//* Warwickshire. 
6 for the love 

King Henry VI. fi 

Enter WARWICK, Oxford, and Torres, 
WAR. Truft me, my lord, all hitherto goes well; 
The common people by numbers fwarm to us. 

Enter CLARENCE, and Somerfet. 
But, fee, where Somerfet and Clarence comes; _ 
Speak fuddenly, my lords, are we all friends ? 

CLA. Fear not that, my lord. [<w;Y;_ 

WAR. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto War- 

And welcome, Scmerfet : I hold it cowardice, 

To reft miilruftful where a noble heart 

Hath pawn'd an open hand in fign of love ; 

Elfe might; 1 think, that Clarence, Edward's brother, 

Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings : 

But welcome, Clarence ; my daughter fhall be thine. 

[giving him bis Hand. 

And now what refts, but, in night's coverture, 
Thy brother being carelefly encamp'd, 
His foldiers lurking in the towns about. 
And but attended by a fimple guard, 
We may furprize and take him at our pleasure ? 
Our fcouts have found the adventure very easy : 
That as Ulyjfis, and ftout Diomede, 
By flight and manhood ftole to Rhefus* tents, 
And brought from thence the Thracian fatal Heeds ; 
So we, well cover' d with the night's black mantle, 
At unawares may beat down Edward's guard, 
And feize himfelf ; 1 fay not {laughter him, 
For I intend but only to furprize him. _ 
You that will follow me in this attempt, 
Applaud the name, of Henry, with your leader. 

[they all cry> Henry ! 
Why, then, let's on our way in filent fort : 

'4 vel' ome fweet Clarence l8 Towne 

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For Warwick and his friends, God and faint George! 

[Exeunt, marching. 

SCENE III. Edward's Camp, near Warwick, 
/fo 7*/ itt Front : Enter certain Watchmen. 

1 . W. Come on, my mailers, each man take his Hand ; 
The king;, by this, is fet him down to deep. 

2. W. \Vhat, will he not to bed ? 

1 . W. Why, no : for he hath made a folemn vow,~ 
Never to lye and take his natural reft, 

Till Warwick, or himfelf, be quite fup.preft. 

2. W. To-morrow then, belike, (hall be the day, 
If Warwick be fo near as men report. 

3. W. But fay, t pray, what nobleman is that, 
That with the king here refteth in his tent ? 

1. W. 'Tis the lord Hajlings, the king's chiefeft friend. 
3. W. O, is it fo? But why commands the king, 

That his chief followers lodge in towns about him, 
While he himfelf keeps i?cre in the cold field? 

2. W. 'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous,. 

3. W. Ay; hut give me worfhip, and quietnefs, 
I like it better than a dangerous honour. 

If Warwick knew in what cftate he ftands, 
'Tis to be doubted, he would waken him. 

1 . W. Unlefs our halberds did fhut up his paflage. 

2. W. Ay ; wherefore elfe guard we his royal tent, 
But to defend his perfon from night-foes ? 

Enter WARWICK, Clarence, Oxford, 

Somerfet, and Forces. 

WAR . This is his tent ; and fee, where ftand his guard: 
Courage, my matters ; honour now, or never ! 
But follow me, and Edward fhall be ours. 

King Henry VI. 73 

1 . W. Who goes there ? 
z. W. Stay, or thou dy'ft. 

Warwick, and the reft, cry all Warwick ! 
Warwick ! and Jet upon the Guard; who Jfy^ 
crjing Arm! arm!* Warwick, and the reft, 

following them. 

7hf Dram beating, and Trumpet founding, 

Re-enter WARWICK, and the reji ; bringing the 

King out is his Gown, fetting in a Chair : 

Gloller, and Mailings^. 

Sou. What are they that fly there? [duke 

WAR. Richard, and Hajlings : let them go, here's the 
K. E. The duke ! why, Warwick, when we parted lalt, 
Thou call'dft me king. 

WJR. Ay, but the cafe is alter'd : 
When you difgrac'd me in my embaflage, 
Then I degraded you from being king, 
And come now to create you duke of York. 
Alas ! how mould you govern any kingdom, 
That know not how to use embafladors ; 
Nor how to be contented with one wife; 
Nor how to use your brothers brotherly ; 
Nor how to itudy for the people's welfare ; 
Nor how to fhrowd yourfelf from enemies ? 

K. E, Yea, brother ^Clarence, anH art thou here too ? 
Nay, then I fee, that Edward needs muft down. __ 
Yet, Warwick, in defpight of all mifchance, 
Of thee thyfelf, and all thy complices, 
Edward will always bear himfelf as king: 
Though fortune's malice overthrow my itate, 
My mind exceeds the compafs of her wheel. 

. Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king: 

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Bat Henry now fliall wear the Engli/h crown 

J taking it from Edward** HeaJ. 
; the 

And be true king indeed ; thou but the fliadow 

My lord of Somerjet, at my requeft, 

See that forthwith duke Edward be convey'd 

Unto my brother, archbifliop of York: 

When 1 have fought with Pembroke and his fellows, 

I'll follow you ; and tell fci0 grace what anfwer 

Lewis, and the lady Bona, fend to him : 

Now, for a while, farewel, good duke of Tork. 

K. E. What fates impose, that men muft needs abide ; 
It boots not to resift both wind and tide. 

[Exit, led off forcibly, SOMERSET <witb him* 
OXF. What now remains, my lords, for us to do, 
But march to London with our foldiers ? 

WJR. Ay, that's the firil thing that we have to do; 
To free king Henry from imprisonment, 
And fee him feated in the regal throne. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Palace. 
Enter the Queen, and Lord RIVERS. 

Rir. Madam, what makes you in this fudden change ? 

Que. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn 
What late miffortune is befaln k'mgEe/ward? \fwick? 

Riv* What, lofs of fome pitch'd battle againft War-- 

Que. No, but the lofs of his own royal perfon. 

Rir. Then is my fovereign flain ? 

^ue. Ay, almoft flain, for he is taken prisoner; 
Either betray'd by falfhood of his guard, 
Or by his foe furpriz'd at unawares : 
And, as I further have to underiland, 
Is new committed to the bifooo of Y-.rky. 

King Henry VT. 75 

Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe. 

Rir. These news, I muft confefs, are full of grief: 
Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may ; 
Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day. 

^ue. 'Till then, fair hope muft hinder life's decay. 
And I the rather wean me from defpair, 
For love of Edward's off-fpring in my womb : 
This is it that makes me bridle my paflion, 
And bear with mildnefs my milfortune's crofs ; 
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear, 
And flop the rising of blood-fucking fighs, 
Left with my fighs or tears I blaft or. drown 
King Edward's fruit, true heir to the Englijb crown. 

Rir. But, madam, where is Warwick then become ? 

Que. I am informed, that he comes towards London, 
To fet the crown once more on Henrys head : 
Guefs thou the reft, king Edward's friends muft down. 
But, to prevent the tyrant's violence, 
(For truft not him that hath once broken faith) 
I'll hence forthwith unto the fanftuary, 
To fave at leaft the heir of Edward's right ; 
There lhall I reft fecure from force, and fraud. 
Come therefore, let us fly, while we may fly; 
If Warwick take us, we are fure to die. [Exeunt. 

SCENE V. Yorkfliire. Park /Middleham Co/lie. 
Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, Sir William Stanley, 

and Others* 

GLO. Now, my lord Haftings, and fir William Stanley, 
Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, 
Into this chiefeft thicket of the park. 
Thus ftands the cafe : You know, our king, my brother, 

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Is prisoner to the bifhop here, at whose hands 
He hath good usage and great liberty ; 
And often, but attended with weak guard, 
Comes hunting this way to difport himfelf : 
I have advertis'd him by fecret means, 
That if, about this hour, he make this way, 
Under the colour of his usual game, 
He fliall here find his friends, with horfe and men, 
To fet him free from his captivity. [Horns, 

Enter King Edward, and a Huntsman. 

Hun. This way, my lord ; for this way lies the game. 

K- E. Nay, this way, man ; fee, where the huntsmen 


Now, brother of Glo/fer, lord Ha/tings, and the reft, 
Stand you thus clofe to fteal the bifliop's deer ? 

Gi.o. Brother, the time and cafe requireth hafte; 
\our horfe tfands ready at the park-corner for pou, 

K. E. But whither (hall we then ? \der*. 

HAS. To Lyn, my lord ; and fhip from thence to Flan- 

GLO. Well guefl 'd, believe me ; for that was my mean- 
' K. E. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardnefs. [ing. 

GLO. But wherefore ftay we ? 'tis no. time to talk. 

K. E. Huntsman,whatfay'itthou? wilt thou go along? 

Hun. Better do fo, than tarry and be hang'd. 

GLO. Come then, away ; let's ha' no more ado. [frown; 

K. E. Bifhop, farewel : fhield thee from W&rvntJi* 
And pray that I may repossefs the crown. [Exeunt. 

SCENE VI. London . A Room in the Tower. 
Enter King Henry, and the Lieutenant of the Tower \ 

SOMERSET, leading in bis Hand young Richmond ; 
WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, anddi-versOthers, 

King Henry VI. 77 

K. H. Matter lieutenant, now that God and friends 
Have fhaken Edward from the regal featj 
And turn'd my captive ftate to liberty, 
My fear to hope, my forrovvs unto joys ; 
At our enlargement what are thy due fees ? {"reigns ; 

Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of thear fove- 
But, if an humble prayer may prevail, 
I then crave pardon of your majefty. 

K. H. For what, lieutenant ? for well using me ? 
Nay, be thou fure, I'll well requite thy kindnefs, 
For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure : 
Ay, fuch a pleasure as incaged birds 
Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts, 
At laft, by notes of houfhold harmony, 
They quite forget their lofs of liberty 
But, Warwick, after God, thou fet'ft me free, 
And chiefly therefore I thank God, and thee ; 
He was the author, thou the inftrument. 
Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's fpite, 
By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me ; 
And that the people of this blefled land 
May not be ptinifh'd with my thwarting ftars ; 
Warijoick) although my head ftill wear the crown, 
I here resign my government to thee, 
For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds. 

WAR. Your grace hath ftill been fam'd for virtuous? 
And now may feem as wise as virtuous, 
By fpying, and avoiding, fortune's malice, 
For few men rightly temper with the ftars : 
Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace, 
For choosing me, when Clarence is in place. 

CIA. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the Avay, 

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To whom the heavens, in thy nativity, 
Adjudg'd an olive branch, and lawrel crown, 
As likely to be bleit in peace, and war ; 
And therefore I yield thee my free conient. 

WAR. And I choose Clarence only for protestor. 

K. H. tFar<wic&,andClareace,giveme both your hands; 
Now join your hands, and, with your hands, your hearts, 
That no difiention hinder government : 
I make you both protestors of this land ; 
While I myfelf will lead a private life, 
And in devotion fpend my latter days, 
To fin's rebuke, and my creator's praise. 

HP JR. What anfwers Clarence to his fovereign's will ? 

CLA. That he confents, if Warwick yield confent; 
For on thy fortune I repose myfelf. 

WAR. Why then, though loth, yet muft I be content: 
We'll yoke together, like a double fhadow 
To Henry's body, and fupply his place ; 
1 mean, in bearing weight of government, 
While he enjoys the honour, and his ease. 
And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful, 
Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor, 
And all his lands and goods confifcated. 

CLA. What elfe t and that fucceflion be determin'd. 

WAR. Ay, therein Clarence fhall not want his part. 

K.H. But, with the firft of all your chief affairs, 
Let me entreat, (for I command no more) 
That Margaret your queen, and my fon Ednuard t 
Be fent for, to return from France with fpeed : 
For, 'till I fee them here, by doubtful fear 
My joy of liberty is half eclipf'd. 

CLA. it fhall be done, my fovereign, with all fpeed. 

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K. H. My lord of Somerfet, what youth is that, 
Of whom you feem to have fo tender care ? 

SQM. My liege, it is young Henry earl of Ritbmnnd. 
K. H. Come hither, Eugland's hope: If fecret powers 
{laying hit Hand on bit Head, 
Suggeft but truth to my divining thoughts, 
This pretty lad will prove our country's blifs : 
His looks are full of peaceful majefty ; 
His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown, 
His hand to wield a fcepter; and himfelf 
Likely, in time, to blefs a regal throne. 
Make much of him, my lords ; for this is he, 
Muft help you more than you are hurt by me. 

Enter a Meflenger. 
WAR, What news, my friend r 
Me/. That Edward is efcaped from your brother, 
And fled, as he hears fmce, to Burgundy. 

WAR. Unfavoury news: But how made he efcape? 
Mef. He was convey'd by Richard duke of Glojler t 
And the lord Hajlingi, who attended him 
In fecret ambuih on the foreft fide, 
And from the biftiop's huntsmen refcu'd him ; 
For hunting was his daily exercise. 

WAR. My brother was too carelefs of his charge. _ 
But let us hence, my fovereign, to provide 
A falve for any fore that may betide. 

[Exeunt King, WAR. CLA. Lieu. *nd dtt. 
SOM. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward" 1 % : 
For, doubtlefs, Burgundy will yield him help ; 
And we fliall have more wars, before't be long. 
As Henry 's late prefaging prophefy 
Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Ric 

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So doth my heart mif-give me, in these conflidb 
What may befal him, to his harm, and ours : 
Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worft, 
Forthwith we'll fend him hence to Britanj, 
'Till ftorms be part of civil enmity. 

OXF. Ay; for, if Edward repossefs the crown, 
*Tis like, that Richmond with the reft (hall down. 

SOM . It mail be fo ; he (hall to Britanj. 
Come therefore, let's about it fpeedily. [Exeunt, 

S CE NE VII. Before York. 
Drums. Enter King Ed ward , G L o s T E R , 

HASTINGS, and Forces, marching. 
K. E. Now, bratherRicbard, \ordHaJJings,znd the reft; 
Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends, 
And fays that once more I mall enteichange 
My wained ftate for Henry's regal crown. 
Well have we paff'd, and now repa/T'd the feas, 
And brought desired help from Burgunt ; ,\ : 
What then remains, we being thus arriv'd 
From Ra--venfpurg haven before the gates of York y 
But that we enter, as into our dukedom. 

\they approach the Gates, and knetk. 
Gio. The gates made faft!_ Brother, I like not this; 
For many men, that ftumble at the threfhold, 
Are well foretold that danger" lurks within. [us : 
K. E. Tufh, man ! abodements muft not now affright 
By fair or foul means we muft enter in, 
For hither will our friends repair to us. 

HJS. My liege, I'll knock once more.tofummon them. 
Enter the Mayor, and Others* 
upon the Walk. 

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May. My lords, we were fore- warned of your coming, 
And ihut the gates for fafety of ourfelves j 
For now we owe allegiance unto Henry. 

K. E. But, mafter mayor, if Henry be your king, 
Yet Edward, at the leaft, is duke of York. 

May. True, my good lord ; I know you for no lefs. 

K. E. Why,andlchallengenothingbutmydukedom; 
As being well content with that alone. 

Gto. " But, when the fox hath once got in his nose," 
' He'll foon find means to make the body follow." 

HAS. Why, mafter mayor, why ftand you in a doubt ? 
Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends, 

May. Ay, fay you fo ? the gates {hall then be open'd. 
[ Exit, from above. 

GLO. A wise ftout captain, and perfuaded foon ! 

Hjts. The good old man would fain that all were well, 
So 'twere not long of him : but, being enter'd, 
I doubt not, I, but we mall foon periuade 
Both him, and all his brothers, unto reason. 

Re-enter Mayor, beloiu ; Attendants with him. 

K. E. So, mafter mayor : these gates muit not be fhut, 
But in the night, or in the time of war. 
What ! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys ; 

[taking them of him. 

For Edward will defend the town, and thee, 
And all those friends that deign to follow me. 
Drums. Enter MONTGOMERY, and Forces. 

GLO. Brother, this is fir 'John Montgomery , 
Our trufty friend, unlefs I be deceiv'd. 

K. E. Welcome, fa John! But why come you in arms ? 

MON. To help king Ediuard'vn. his time of ftorm, 
As every loyal fubjeft ought to do. 

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K. E. Thanks, good Montgomery: But we now forget 
Our title to the crown ; and only claim 
Our dnkedom, 'till God please to fend the reft. 

MON. Then fare you well, for I will hence again; 
I came to ferve a king, and not a duke : _ 
Drummer, ftrike up, and let us march away. 

[March begun. 

K. E. Nay, ftay, fir John, a while ; and we'll debate, 
By what fafe means the crown may be recover'd. 

MON. What talk you of debating ? in few words, 
If you'll not here proclaim yourfelf our king, 
I'll leave you to your fortune ; and be gone, 
To keep them back that come to fuccour you : 
Why fhould we fight, if you pretend no title ? [points ? 

Gio. Why, brother, wherefore (land you on nice 

K. E. When we grow ftronger, then we'll make our 
'Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning, [claim : 

HAS. Away with fcrupulous wit ! now arms muft rule. 

Gio. And fearlefs minds climb foonefl unto crowns. 
Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand ; 
The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. 

K. E. Then be it as you will ; for 'tis my right, 
And. Henry but usurps the diadem. 

MQN. Ay, now my fovereign fpeaketh like himfelf; 
And now will I be Edward's champion. [claim'd:__ 

HAS. Sound, trumpet; Edward fhall be here pro- 
Come, fellow foldier, make thou proclamation. 

[giving him a Paper. 
Trumpet founds. 

Sol. \reads.~\ Edward the fourth, by the grace of Got/, 

king ^"England and France, and lord of Ireland, &c. 

MON. And whofoe'er gainfays king Ea'ivara's right* 

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By this I challenge him to fingle fight. 

[throwing do<wn bis Gauntlet. 

all. Long live Edward the fourth ! 

K. E. Thanks, brave Montgomery ; 
And thanks unto you all : 
If fortune ferve me, I'll requite this kindnefs. 
Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York: 
And, when the morning fun (hall raise his car 
Above the border of this horizon, 
We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates ) 

For, well I wot, that Henry is no foldier. 

Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it befeems thee, 
To flatter Henry , and forfake thy brother ! 
Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and 
Come on, brave foldiers : doubt not of the day; 
And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. {Exeunt. 

SCENEVlll. London. A Room in the Palace. 



WAR. What counfel, lords r Edward from Eelgia, 
With hafty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, 
Hath paff'd in fafety through the narrow feas, 
And with his troops doth march amain to London; 
And many giddy people flock to him. 

K. H. Let's levy men, and beat him back again. 

CLA. A little fire is quickly trodden out ; 
Which, being fuffer'd, rivers cannot quench. 

WAV. . In rlar*orick/hire I have true hearted friends, 
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; 
Those will I mufter up : and thou, fon Clarence, 
Shall ftir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, 

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The knights and gentlemen to come with thee : 
Thou, brother Mountague, in Buckingham, 
Northampton, and in Leicefterjhire, malt find 
Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'ft : . 
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd, 
In Oxfordshire malt mufter up thy friends. 
My fovereign, with the loving citizens, 
Like to his island, girt in with the ocean ; 
Or modeft Dian, circl'd with her nymphs, 
Shall reft in London, 'till we come to him. 
Fair lords, take leave, and ftand not to reply. _ 
Farewel, my fovereign. 

K. H. Farewel, my HeBor, and my Trofs true hope. 

CLA. In fign of truth, I kifs~|~your highnefs' hand. 

K. H. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate \ 

Mou. Comfort, my lord ; and fo I take my leave. 

OXF. And thus ~|~ I feal my truth, and bid adieu. 

K. H. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Mountague, 
And all at once, once more a happy farewel. 

WA*. Farewel, fweet lords; let's meet at Coventry. 
[ExfuntWAK. CLA. OXF. aWMou 

K. H. Here at the palace will I reft a while. 
Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordfhip ? 
Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field, 
Shall not be able to encounter mine. 

Ext. The doubt is, that he will feduce the reft. 

K. H. That's not my fear, my meed hath got me fame : 
I have not ftop'd mine ears to their demands, 
Nor pofted off their fuits with flow delays ; 
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, 
My mildnefs hath allay'd their fwelling griefs, 
My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears : 

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1 have not been desirous of their wealth, 
Nor much opprefT'd them with great fubfidies, 
Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd ; 
Then why fhould they love Edward more than me * 
No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace : 
And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, 
The lamb will never ceafe to follow him. 

{Shout within. A Lancafter ! a Lancafter ! 

EXE. Hark, hark, my lord! what fhouts are these ? 

Enter Edward, and Soldiers, bo/lily ; G L o s T E R, 

and Others, *witb him. 

K. E. Seize on the fhame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence, 

And once again proclaim us king of England. 

You are the fount, that makes fmall brooks to flow : 
Now flops thy fpring ; my fea fhall fuck them dry, 

And fwell fo much the higher, by their ebb 

Hence with him to the tower; let him not fpeak. _ 

[Henry born ojf* 

And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our courfe, 
Where peremptory Warwick now remains : 
The fun dunes hot, and, if we use delay, 
Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay. 

Gzo. Away betimes, before his forces join, 
And take the great-grown traitor unawares : 
Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. [Exeunt. 


SCENE I. Coventry. 
Enter, upon the Walls, WARWICK, and divers Otbert. 

Whereis the poft, that came from valiant Oxford? 

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How far hence is thy lord, mine honeft fellow ? 

i . M. By this at Dun/more, marching hitherward. 

WAX., How far off is our brother Mountague? 
Where is the poft, that came from Mount ague? 

2- M. By this at Daintry, with a puiflant troop. 
Enter Sir John SOMERVILE. 

WAR. Say, Somer^vi/e, what fays my loving fon ? 
And, by thy guefs, how nigh is Clarence now ? 

SOM. At Soutbam I did leave him with his forces, 
And do expeft him here fome two hours hence. 

[Drum heard. 

WAR. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. 

SOM. It is not his, my lord ; here~[~ Soutbam lies; 
The drum, your honour hears, marcheth from Warwick. 

WJR. Who Ihould that be? belike,unlook'd-for friends. 

SOM. They are at hand, and you ftiall quickly know. 
Drums. Enter King Edward , with G L o s T E R , 
and Forces^ marching. 

K. , Go, trumpet, to the walls, and found a parle. 

GLO. See, how the furly Warwick mans the wall, 

WAR. O unbid fpite ! is fportful Edward come ? 
Where flept our fcouts, or how are they feduc'd, 
That we could hear no news of his repair ? 

K. E. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates, 
Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee, 
Call Edward king, and at his hands beg mercy, 
And he mall pardon thee these outrages. 

WAR. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, 
Confefs who fet thee up and pluck'd thee down, 
Call Warwick patron, and be penitent, 
And thou (halt ftill remain the duke of York. 

GLO. I thought, atleaft he would have faid the king; 

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Or did he make the jeft againft.his will ? 

WAR. Is not a dukedom, fir, a goodly gift? 

GLO. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; 
I'll do thee iervice for fo good a gift. 

WAR . 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy brother. 

K. E. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. 

WAR. Thou art no Atlas for fo great a weight: 
And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again ; 
And Henry is my king, Warwick his fubjedt. 

K. E. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner: 
And, gallant Warwick, do but anfwer this,~~ 
What is the body, when the head is off? 

GLO. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore-caft,. 
But, whiles he thought to fteal the fingle ten, 

The king was ilily finger'd from the deck ! 

You left poor Henry at the bilhop's palace, 
And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the tower. 

K. E. 'Tis even fo ; yet you are Warwick ftill. [down : 

GLO. Come, Warwick t take the time, kneel down,kneel 
Nay, when ? ftrike now, or elfe the iron cools. 

WAR . I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, 
And with the other fling it at thy face, 
Than bear fo low a fail to ftrike to thee. [friend ; 

K. E. Sail how thou canft, have wind and tide thy 
This hand, faft wound about thy coal-black hair, 
Shall, whiles thy head is warm, and new cut off, 
Write in the duft this fentence with thy blood, 
Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more. 
Enter OXFORD, with Drum and Colours. 
WAR . O chearful colours ! fee, where Oxford comes ! 

OXF. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancajier! 

[he, and his Forces, enter the City. 

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GLO. The gates are open, let us enter too. 

K. E. So other foes may fet upon our backs. 
Stand we in good array ; for they, no doubt, 
Will iflue out again, and bid us battle : 
If not, the city being but of fmall defence, 
We'll quickly rouze the traitors in the fame. 

WAR. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. 
Enter MOUNTAGUE, ixiib Drum and Colours. 

Mo u. Mount ague, Mount ague, for Lancafter ! 

\be too enters the City. 

GLO. Thou and thy brother both {hall buy this treason 
Even with the deareft blood your bodies bear. 

K. E. The harder match'd, the greater viclory ; 
My mind prefageth happy gain, and conquelt. 

Enter SOMERSET, ivitb Drum and Colours. 

SOM. Somerfet, Somerfet, for Lancajler ! 

[be too enters the City. 

GLO. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerjet, 
Have fold their lives unto the houfe of York ; 
And thou fhalt be the third, if this fword hold. 
Enter CLARENCE, with Drum and Colours. 

WAR . And, lo, where George of Clarence fweeps along, 
Of force enough to bid his brother battle ; 
With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, 

More than the nature of a brother's love : 

Come, Clarence, come ; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. 

CIA. Father of Warwick, knowyou what this means? 
[taking his redRcse out of bis Hat. 
Look here, I throw ~\ my infamy at thee : 
I will not ruinate my father's houfe, 
Who gave his blood to lime the ftones together, 
And fet up Lancajler. Why, trow'ft thou, Warwick, 

King Henry VI. 89 

That Clarence is To harfli, fo blunt, unnatural, 
To bend the fatal inftruments of war 
Againft his brother, and his lawful king ? 
Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath : 
To keep that oath, were more impiety 
Than Jepthatffs, when he facrific'd his daughter. 
I am fo forry for my trefpafs made, 
That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, 
I here proclaim myfelf thy mortal foe ; 
With resolution, wherefoe'er I meet thee, 
(As I will meet thee, if thou ftir abroad) 
To plague thee for thy foul mif-leading me. 
And fo, proud- hearted Warwick^ I defy thee, 
And to my brother turn my blufhing cheeks : 
Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends ; 
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, 
For I will henceforth be no more inconftant. 

K. E. Nowwelcomemore,?.nd ten times more belov'd, 
Than if thou never hadft deserv'd our hate. 

GLO. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like. 

WJIR. O pafiing traitor, perjur'd, and unjuft! [fight? 

K. E. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, and 
Or fhall we beat the ftones about thine ears ? 

WAR. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence: 
I will away towards Earnet presently, 
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou <3ar'ft. [way: _ 

K. E. Yes, Warwick, Ednuard dares, and leads the 
Lords, to the field ; Saint George, and victory ! 

[March. Exeunt. 

SCENE II. A Field near 
Alarums, as of a Battle joined. Excurjions. Enter King 

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Edward, bringing in WARWICK wounded. 

K. E. So, lye thou there : die thou, and die our fear; 
For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all. __ 
Now, Mount agve, fit faft ; I feek for thee, 
That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. 

[Exit Edward. 

WjiR. Ah, who is nigh ? come to me, friend, or foe, 
And tell roe, who is vitor, York, or Warwick? 
Why afk I that ? my mangl'd body* mews, 
My blood, my want of ftrength, my lick heart {hews. 
That I muft yield my body to the earth, 
And, by my fall, the conqueft to my foe. 
Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, 
Whose arms gave ftielter to the princely eagle, 
Under whose fhade the ramping lion flept ; 
Whose top -branch over-peer'd Jaw *'s fpreading tree, 
And kept low fhrubs from winter's powerful wind. 
These eyes, that now are dim'd with death's black veil. 
Have been as piercing as the mid-day fun, 
To fearch the fecret treasons of the world : 
The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, 
Were liken'd oft to kingly fepulchers ; 
For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ? 
And who durft fmile, when Warwick bent his brow? 
Lo, now my glory fmear'd in dull and blood! 
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, 
Even now forfake me; and, of all my lands, 
Is nothing left me, but my body's length ! 
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and duft? 
And, live we how we can, yet die we muft. 

SQM. Ah, Warwick, Warwick ! wert thou as we are, 

King Henry VI. 9! 

We might recover all our lofs again ! 

The queen from. France hath brought a puiflant power; 

Even now we heard the news ; Ah, couldft thou fly ! 

WAR. Why, then I would not fly. _ Ah, Mountague, 
If thou be there, fweet brother, take my hand, 
And with thy lips keep in my foul a while! 
Thou lov'ft me not ; for, brother, if thou didfl, 
Thy tears would wafli this cold congealed blood, 
That glews my lips, and will not let me fpeak. 
Come quickly, Mountague, or I am dead. 

SOM. Ah, Warwick, Mountague hath breath'd his laft ; 
And, to the lateft gafp, cry'd out on Warwick, 
And faid Commend me to my valiant brother. 
And more he would have faid ; and more he fpoke, 
Which founded like a clamour in a vault, 
That could not be diftinguifh'd : but, at laft, 
I well might hear, deliver'd with a groan, 
0, farewel, Warwick ! [felves ; 

WAR. Sweet reft his foul !_ Fly, lords, and fave your- 
For Warwick bids farewel, to meet in heaven. {dies. 

OXF. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power ! 
[Exeunt, bearing off the Body. 

SCENE III. The fame. Another Part of it. 
Flourijb. Enter King Edward in ^Triumph ; with 

CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the reft. 
K. E. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward courfe, 
And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. 
But, in the midft of this bright- mining day, 
I fpy a black, fufpicious, threat'ning cloud, 
That will encounter with our glorious fun, 
Ere he attain his easeful weftern bed : 

io bids you all farewell 

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I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen 
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coaft, 
And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. 

CLA. A little gale will foon difperfe that cloud, 
And blow it to the fource from whence it came : 
Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; 
For every cloud engenders not a ftorm. 

GLO. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand ftrong, 
And Somerfet, with Oxford, fled to her ; 
If (he have time to breath, be well aflur'd, 
Her faftion will be full as ftrong as ours. 

K. E. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, 
That they do hold their courfe towards Tnuksbury : 
We, having now the beft at Barnd field, 
Will thither ftraight, For willingnefs rids way; 
And, as we march, our ftrength will be augmented 
In every county as we go along. 
Strike up the drum ; cry, Courage ! and away. [Exeunt. 

SCENE IV. ?//, war Tewksbury. 

Drums. Enter Queen Margaret, and the 
Prince her Son; with SOMERSET, OXFORD, 

and Soldiers, marching. 

>^M. Great lords,wise men ne'er iitand wail their lofs, 
But chearly feek how to redrefs their harms. 
What though the mart be now blown over-board, 
The cable broke, our holding anchor loft, 
And half our failors fwallow'd in the flood ? 
Yet lives our pilot ftill : Is't meet, that he 
Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, 
With tearful eyes add water to the fea, 
And give more ftrength to that which hath too much; 

Kng Henry VI. 93 

Whiles, in his moan, the (hip fplits on the rock, 

Which induftry and courage might have fav'd ? 

Ah, what a (name ! ah, what a fault were this ! 

Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that ? 

And Mcuntngue our top-maft ; What of him ? 

Our flaughter'd friends the tackles ; What of these ? 

Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ? 

And Somerjet another goodly maft ? 

The friends of France our mrouds and tacklings ? 

And, though unfkilful, why not Ned and I 

For once allow'd the fkilful pilot's charge ? 

We will not from the helm, to fit and weep ; 

But keep our courfe, though the rough wind fay no, 

From (helves and rocks that threaten us with wreck. 

As good to chide the waves, as fpeak them fair. 

And what is Edward, but a ruthlefs fea ? 

What Clarence, but a quick-fand of deceit? 

And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock ? 

All these the enemies to our poor bark. 

Say, you can fwim; alas, 'tis but a while : 

Tread on the fand ; why, there you quickly fink : 

Beftride the rock ; the tide will warn you off, 

Or elfe you famifh, that's a threefold death. 

This fpeak I, lords, to let you understand, 

In cafe fome one of you would fty from us, 

That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, 

More than with ruthlefs waves, with fands, and rocks. 

Why, courage then ! what cannot be avoided, 

'Twere childifh weaknefs to lament, or fear. 

Pri. Methinks, a woman of" this valiant fpirit 
Should, if a coward heard her fpeak these words, 
Infuse his breail with magnanimity, 

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And make him, naked, foil a man at arms* 
I fpeak not this, as doubting any here : 
For, did I but fufpeft a fearful man, 
He mould have leave to go away betimes ; 
Left, in our need, he might infetl another, 
And make him of like fpirit to himfelf. 
If any fuch be here, (as God forbid !) 
Let him depart, before we need his help. 

OXF. Women and children of fo high a courage* 
And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual fhame. __ 

brave young prince ! thy famous grandfather 
Doth live again in thee ; Long may'ft thou live, 
To bear his image, and renew his glories ! 

SOM. And he, that will not fight for fuch a hope, 
Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, 
If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. 

^M. Thanks, gentle Somer/et;{weetOx/ord, thanks. 

Prt. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing elfe. 
Enter a Meflenger. 

Mef. Prepare you, lords, for Ed*ward is at hand, 
Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. 

OXF. I thought no lefs: it is his policy, 
To hafte thus faft, to find us unprovided. 

SOM. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readinefs. 

4>. M. This chears my heart, to fee your forwardnefs. 

OXF . Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge. 
Drums. Enter, at a Diftance, King Edward, 
and Forces, marching. 

K. E. Brave followers, yonder {lands the thorny wood, 
Which, by the heavens' afliftance, and your ftrength, 
Muft by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. 

1 need not add more fuel to your fire, 

Kino Henry VI. 95 

For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them oat: 
Give fignal to the fight, and to it, lords. 

\he, and his, draw off". 

Q^M. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I Ihould 
My tears gain-fay ; for every word I fpeak, [f av > 

Ye fee, I drink the water of mine eyes. 
Therefore, no more but this : Henry, your fovereign, 
Is prisoner to the foe ; his ftate usurp'd, 
His realm a (laughter- houfe, his fubjecls {lain, 
His ftatutes cancel'd, and his treasure fpent ; 
And yonder is the wolf, that makes this fpoil. 
You fight in juftice: then, in God's name, lords, 
Be valiant, and give fignal to the fight. 

[Exeunt both the Armies. 

SCENE V. The fame. Another Part of them. 

Alarums ; Excurjions ; afterwards, a Retreat. 
Yken, Enter, asfromConquejt, .fo'wg-Edward, CLARENCE, 
GLOSTER, and Forces', with Queen Margaret, OXFORD, 

and SOMERSET, Prisoners. 

K. E. Lo, here a period of tumultuous broils. _ 
Away with Oxford to Hammes* caftle flraight : 
For Somerfet, off with his guilty head. 
Go, bear them hence ; I will not hear them fpeak. 
OXF . For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. 
SOM. Nor I, but ftoop with patience to my fortune. 
[Exeunt OXF. andSow.. guaranJ. 
^ M. So part we fadly in this troublous world, 
To meet with joy in fweet Jerusalem. 

K. E. Is proclamation made, that, who finds &&cr./, 
Shall have a high reward, and he his life. 

do. It is j and, lo, where youthful Edward comes. 

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Enter Soldiers, ivitb the Prince. 

K. E. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him {peak: 
What, can fo young a thorn begin to prick? 
Edivard, what fatif faction can ft thou make, 
For bearing arms, for ftirring up my fubjeds, 
And all the trouble thou haft turn'd me to ? 

Pri. Speak like a fubjecl, proud ambitious York : 
Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth ; 
Resign thy chair, and, where I ftand, kneel thou, 
"Whilft I propose the felf-fame words to thee, 
Which, traitor, thou would'ft have me anfwer to. 

Q.M. Ah, that thy father had been fo resolv'd ! 

do. That you might ftill have worn the petticoat, 
And ne'er have ftoln the breech from Lanca/ier. 

Pri. Let JEsop fable in a winter's night ; 
His currifti riddles fort not with this place. 

do. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word. 

^M. Ay, thou waft born to be a plague to men. 

Gio. For God's fake, take away this captive fcold. 

Pri. Nay, take away this fcolding crook-back rather. 

K. E, Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. 

CLA. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. 

Pri. I know my duty, you are all undutiful : 

Lafcivious Eaivard, and thou perjur'd George, _ 

And thou mif-ftiapen Dick, _ I tell ye all, 

I am your better, traitors as ye are ; __ 

And thou usurp'ft my father's right and mine. 

K. E. Take that, [flatting him.] thou likenefs of this 
railer here. 

GLO. Sprawl'ft thou ? take ~|~ that, to end thy agony. 

CLA. And~J~ there's for twitting me with perjury. 
. O, kill me too! 

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King Henry VI, 97 

GLO. Marry, and (hall, [lifting up his Dagger. 

K. . Hold, Richard, hold, \Jlaying him.] for we have 
done too much. 

CL o . Why fhould (he live, to fill the world with words ? 

K. E. What, doth me fwoon ? use means for her re- 

GLO. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother; 
I'll hence to London on a ferious matter : 
Ere ye come there, be fure to hear more news. 

CLA. What? what? 

GLO. The tower, the tower. [Exit GLOSTER. 

4>.M O Ned, fweet Ned, fpeak to thy mother, boy ! 
Canit thou not fpeak ? __ O traitors ! murtherers ! _ 
They, that ftab'd Casar, fhed no blood at all, 
Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, 
If this foul deed were by, to equal it : 
He was a man ; this, in refpeft, a child ; 
And men ne'er fpend their fury on a child. 
What's worfe than murtherer, that I may name it ? 
No, no ; my heart will burft, an if I fpeak : 
And I will fpeak, that fo my heart may burft. 
Butchers and villains, bloody canibals ! 
How fweet a plant have you untimely cropt ! 
You have no children, butchers ; if you had, 
The thought of them would have ftir'd up remorfe : 
But, if you ever chance to have a child, 
Look in his youth to have him fo cut off, 
As, deathsmen, you have rid this fweet young prince, 

K. E. Away with her ; go, bear her hence perforce. 

Q_M. Nay, never bear me hence, difpatch me here; 
Here flieath thy fword, I'll pardon thee my death : 
What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou. 

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CIA. By heaven, I will not do thee fo much ease. 

^. M . Good Clarence, do; fweet Clarence, do thou do it. 

Cijt. Didft thou not hear me fwear, I would not do it? 

<. M. Ay, but thou useft to forfwear thyfelf j 
'Twas fin before, but now 'tis chanty. 
What, wilt thou not i ? Where is that butcher, Richard? 
Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou ? 
Thou art not here : Murther is thy alms-deed ; 
Petitioner for blood thou ne'er put'ft back. 

K. E. Away, I fay ; I charge ye, bear her hence. 

^M. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince ! 
[Exit, led out forcibly. 

K. E. Where's Richard gone ? 

CLA. To London, all in poft ; and, as I guefs, 
To make a bloody fupper in the tower. 

K. E. He's fudden, if a thing comes fn his head. 
Now march we hence : difcharge the common fort 
With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, 
And fee oar gentle queen how well fhe fares ; 
By this, I hope, (he hath a fon for me. [Exeunt- 

SCENE VI. London. A Room in the Twer. 
King Henry it feen Jit ting at his Book, the Lieutenant 

attending. Enter G L o s T E R . 

GLO. Good day, my lord! your book fo hard? 
K. H. Ay, my good lord : My lord, 1 mould fay rather ; 
*Tis fin to flatter, good was little better : 
Good Glofter, and good devil, were aKke, 
And both prepofterous ; therefore,, not good lord. 
GLQ. Sirrah, leave us to ourfelves : we muft confer, 

[Exit Lieutenant. 
K. H. So flies the recklefs mepherd from the wolf; 

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King Henry VI. 99 

So firft the harmlefs (heep doth yield his fleece, 
And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. _ 
What fcene of death hath Rej'dut now to act ? 

GLO. Sufpicion always haunts the guilty mind ; 
The thief doth fear each bufh an officer. 

K. H. The bird, that hath been limed in a bu(h, 
With trembling wings mifdoubteth every bu(h : 
And I, the haplefs male to one fweet bird, 
Have now the fatal object in my eye, 
Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd. 

GLO . Why, what a peevifh fool was that of Crete, 
That taught his fon the office of a fowl ? 
And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. 

K. H. I, Dadalus ; my poor fon, Icarus ; 
Thy father Minos, that deny'd our courfe ; 
The fun, that fear'd the wings of my fweet boy, 
Thy brother Edward; and thyfelf, the fea, 
Whose envious gulf did fwallow up his life : 
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words ! 
My bread can better brook thy dagger's point, 
Than can my ears that tragick hiftory. 
But wherefore doft thou come ? is't for my life ? 

GLO. Think'ft thou, I am an executioner ? 

K. H. A perfecutor, I am fure, thou art ; 
If murd'ring innocents be execating, 
Why, then thou art an executioner. 

GLO. Thy fon I kill'd for his presumption. 

K.H. Hadft thou been kill'd, when firft thou didft 


Thou hadft not liv'd to kill a fon of mine. 
And thus I prophefy, that many a thousand, 
Which now miftruft no parcel of my fear ; 

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And many an old man's figh, and many a widow's, 

And many an orphan's water- ftanding eye, 

Men for their fons, wives for their husbands' fate, 

And orphans for their parents' timelefs death, 

Shall rue the hour that ever thou waft born. 

The owl fhriek'd at thy birth, an evil fign ; 

The night-crow try'd, aboding lucklefs time ; 

Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempefts fhook down trees ; 

The raven croak'd her on the chimney's top, 

And chattering pies in dismal difcords fung. 

Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, 

And yet brought forth lefs than a mother's hope ; 

To wit, an undigeft deformed lump, 

Not like the fruit of fuch a goodly tree. 

Teeth hadft thou in thy head, when thou waft born, 

To fignjfy thou cam'ft to bite the world : 

And, if the reft be true which I have heard, 

Thou cam'ft 

GL o . I'll hear no more ; Die, prophet, in thy fpeech ; 

Fobbing him. 

K. H. Ay, and for much more (laughter after this. 
O, God forgive my fins, and pardon thee ! [<//>/. 

GLO. What, will the afpiring blood of Lancafler 
Sink in the ground ? I thought, it would have mounted. 
See, how my fword weeps for the poor king's death ! 

0, may uch purple tears be alway fhed 

From those that wifh the downfal of our houfe ! 

If any (park of life be yet remaining, 

Down, down to hell ; and fay I fent thee thither, 

[ftabbing him ag*ia* 

1, that have neither pity, love, nor fear. _ 

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King Henry VI. 101 

Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of; 

For I have often heard my mother fay, 

I came into the world with my legs forward: 

Had I not reason, think ye, to make hafte. 

And feek their ruin that usurp'd our right ? 

The midwife wonder'd ; and the women cry'd, 

O, Jesus blefi us, he is born luith teeth ! 

And fo I was ; which plainly fignify'd 

That I fhould fnarl, and bite, and play the dog : 

Then, fince the heavens have fhap'd my body fo, 

Let hell make crook'd my mind, to anfwer it. 

I have no brother, I am like no brother: 

And this word love, which grey-beards call divine, 

Be resident in men like one another, 

And not in me; I am myfelf alone. 

Clarence, beware; thou keep'fl me from the light; 

But I will fort a pitchy day for thee : 

For I will buz abroad fuch prophefies, 

That Edward fhall be fearful of his life ; 

And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. 

King Henry, and the prince his fon, are gone : 

Clarence, thy turn is next ; and then the relt ; 

Counting myfelf but bad, 'till I be beft. 

I'll throw thy body in another room, 

And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. 

[Exit, luith the Body. 

SCENE MIL The fame. A Room of State in the Palace. 
King Edward is feenjitting in bis Tbrone ; The Queen, 
wit A the infant Prince in her Arms, CLARENCE, and 

Others, by him: to them, GLOSTER. 
K. E, Once more we fit in England's royal throne, 

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Re-purchaf'd with the blood of enemies. 

What raliant foemen, like to autumn's corn, 

Have we mow'd down, in top of all their pride? 

Three dukes of Somer/et, threefold renown'd 

For hardy and undoubted champions : 

Two Clijfordi, as the father and the fon, 

And two Northumberland! ; two braver men 

Ne'er fpur'd their courfers at the trumpet's found : 

With them, the two brave bears, Wariuick and MouHtague t 

That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, 

And made the foreft tremble when they roar'd. 

Thus have we fwept fufpicion from our feat, 

And made our foot-ftool of fecurity. _ 

Come hither, Be//, and let me kifs my boy : 

Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myfelf, 

Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night; 

Went all afoot in fummer's fcalding heat, 

That thou might'ft repossefs the crown in peace ; 

And of our labours thou malt reap the gain. 

GLO, " I'll blafthis harveft, if your head were lay'd;" 
" For yet I am not look'd on in the world." 
" This moulder was ordain'd fo thick, to heave ;" 
" And heave it lhall fome weight, or break my back :_" 
" Work thou the way, _ and thou {halt execute." 

K. E. Clarence^ and Glofter, love my lovely queen ; 
And kifs your princely nephew, brothers both. 

CLA. The duty, that I owe unto your majefty, 
I feal upon the lips of this ~f~ fweet babe. 

S>ue. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks; 
GLO. And, that I love the tree from whence thoa 

Witnefs the loving kifs "j~ I give the fruit : -. 

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" To fay the truth, fo Judas kifPd his matter ;" 

" And cry'd all hail, when as he meant all harm." 

K. E. Now am I feated as my foul delights, 
Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves. 

CLA. What will your grace have done with Jkforgwtf? 
Reignier, her father, to the king of France 
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, 
And hither have they fent it for her ranfom. 

K. E. Away with her, and waft her hence to France. 
And now what refts, [rising.] but that we fpend the time 
With ftately triumphs, mirthful comic mews, 

Such as befit the pleasures of a court? 

Sound, drums and trumpets! farewel, four annoy; 

For here, I hope, begins our lading joy. 

Flourijh. Exeunt. 

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