Henry VI, Part 3

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The English crown changes hands often in Henry VI, Part 3. At first, Richard, Duke of York, is allied with Warwick. York invades the throne-room of Henry VI with Warwick’s army, but allows Henry to remain king if he makes York his heir—thus disinheriting Henry’s son, Prince Edward.

Infuriated, Henry’s queen, Margaret, raises an army. York breaks his oath to Henry and fights for the crown. After Margaret and her supporters kill York, Warwick proclaims that York’s son Edward is king. Edward, now Edward IV, captures Henry.

Warwick breaks with King Edward and joins with Margaret to raise a French army. King Edward’s brother Clarence joins with Warwick to capture Edward and free King Henry.

Richard, now Duke of Gloucester, rescues his brother, King Edward, who returns, captures King Henry, and leads an army against Warwick. When Clarence abandons Warwick, Warwick is defeated and killed. King Edward captures Margaret and helps to kill her son, Prince Edward. Richard murders King Henry and begins to plot his way to the crown.

Characters in the Play
King Henry VI
Queen Margaret
Prince Edward
Lord Clifford
Earl of Northumberland
Earl of Westmorland
Duke of Exeter
Earl of Oxford
Sir John Somerville
Lancastrian supporters
Earl of Warwick
Marquess of Montague
Duke of Somerset
Supporters first of York,
then of Lancaster
Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York
Edward, Earl of March, later King Edward IV
George, later Duke of Clarence
Richard, later Duke of Gloucester
Sons of Richard,
Duke of York
Sir John Mortimer, York’s uncle
Lady Grey, later Queen Elizabeth
Earl Rivers, brother to the queen
Duke of Norfolk
Earl of Pembroke
Lord Stafford
Lord Hastings
Sir William Stanley
Sir John Montgomery
Yorkist supporters
King Lewis of France
Lady Bona, his sister-in-law
Rutland’s Tutor
A Son that has killed his father
A Father that has killed his son
First Gamekeeper
Second Gamekeeper
A Nobleman
First Watch
Second Watch
Third Watch
Lieutenant at the Tower of London
First Messenger
Second Messenger
Other Messengers
Mayor of York
Soldiers, Servants, Attendants, Drummers, Trumpeters, Sir Hugh Mortimer, Henry, Earl of Richmond, Aldermen of York, Mayor of Coventry, Nurse, the infant prince, and Others

Scene 1
Alarum. Enter editorial emendationRichardeditorial emendation Plantagenet, editorial emendationDuke of Yorkeditorial emendation;
Edward; Richard; Norfolk; Montague; Warwick; and
Soldiers, editorial emendationall wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 0001 I wonder how the King escaped our hands.
FTLN 0002 While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
FTLN 0003 He slyly stole away and left his men;
FTLN 0004 Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
FTLN 00055 Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
FTLN 0006 Cheered up the drooping army; and himself,
FTLN 0007 Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
FTLN 0008 Charged our main battle’s front and, breaking in,
FTLN 0009 Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
FTLN 001010 Lord Stafford’s father, Duke of Buckingham,
FTLN 0011 Is either slain or wounded dangerous.
FTLN 0012 I cleft his beaver with a downright blow.
FTLN 0013 That this is true, father, behold his blood.
editorial emendationHe shows his bloody sword.editorial emendation
MONTAGUE , editorial emendationto York, showing his swordeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0014 And, brother, here’s the Earl of Wiltshire’s blood,
FTLN 001515 Whom I encountered as the battles joined.
RICHARD , editorial emendationholding up a severed headeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0016 Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 1

FTLN 0017 Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.
FTLN 0018 But is your Grace dead, my lord of Somerset?
FTLN 0019 Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
FTLN 002020 Thus do I hope to shake King Henry’s head.
FTLN 0021 And so do I, victorious prince of York.
FTLN 0022 Before I see thee seated in that throne
FTLN 0023 Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
FTLN 0024 I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
FTLN 002525 This is the palace of the fearful king,
FTLN 0026 And this the regal seat. Possess it, York,
FTLN 0027 For this is thine and not King Henry’s heirs’.
FTLN 0028 Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will,
FTLN 0029 For hither we have broken in by force.
FTLN 003030 We’ll all assist you. He that flies shall die.
FTLN 0031 Thanks, gentle Norfolk. Stay by me, my lords.—
FTLN 0032 And soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.
They go up editorial emendationonto a dais or platform.editorial emendation
FTLN 0033 And when the King comes, offer him no violence
FTLN 0034 Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
editorial emendationSoldiers exit or retire out of sight.editorial emendation
FTLN 003535 The Queen this day here holds her parliament,
FTLN 0036 But little thinks we shall be of her council.
FTLN 0037 By words or blows, here let us win our right.
FTLN 0038 Armed as we are, let’s stay within this house.
FTLN 0039 The Bloody Parliament shall this be called

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 1

FTLN 004040 Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king
FTLN 0041 And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
FTLN 0042 Hath made us bywords to our enemies.
FTLN 0043 Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute.
FTLN 0044 I mean to take possession of my right.
FTLN 004545 Neither the King nor he that loves him best,
FTLN 0046 The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
FTLN 0047 Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells.
FTLN 0048 I’ll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.
FTLN 0049 Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
editorial emendationYork sits in the chair of state.editorial emendation

Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland,
Westmorland, Exeter, and the rest, editorial emendationall wearing
the red rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 005050 My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
FTLN 0051 Even in the chair of state! Belike he means,
FTLN 0052 Backed by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
FTLN 0053 To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
FTLN 0054 Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father,
FTLN 005555 And thine, Lord Clifford, and you both have vowed
FTLN 0056 revenge
FTLN 0057 On him, his sons, his favorites, and his friends.
FTLN 0058 If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!
FTLN 0059 The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
FTLN 006060 What, shall we suffer this? Let’s pluck him down.
FTLN 0061 My heart for anger burns. I cannot brook it.
FTLN 0062 Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 1

FTLN 0063 Patience is for poltroons such as he.
FTLN 0064 He durst not sit there had your father lived.
FTLN 006565 My gracious lord, here in the Parliament
FTLN 0066 Let us assail the family of York.
FTLN 0067 Well hast thou spoken, cousin. Be it so.
FTLN 0068 Ah, know you not the city favors them,
FTLN 0069 And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
editorial emendationEXETEReditorial emendation 
FTLN 007070 But when the Duke is slain, they’ll quickly fly.
FTLN 0071 Far be the thought of this from Henry’s heart,
FTLN 0072 To make a shambles of the Parliament House!
FTLN 0073 Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats
FTLN 0074 Shall be the war that Henry means to use.—
FTLN 007575 Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne
FTLN 0076 And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet.
FTLN 0077 I am thy sovereign.
YORK  FTLN 0078I am thine.
FTLN 0079 For shame, come down. He made thee Duke of
FTLN 008080 York.
FTLN 0081 It was my inheritance, as the earldom was.
FTLN 0082 Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
FTLN 0083 Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
FTLN 0084 In following this usurping Henry.
FTLN 008585 Whom should he follow but his natural king?
FTLN 0086 True, Clifford, that’s Richard, Duke of York.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 1

KING HENRY , editorial emendationto Yorkeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0087 And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
FTLN 0088 It must and shall be so. Content thyself.
WARWICK , editorial emendationto King Henryeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0089 Be Duke of Lancaster. Let him be king.
FTLN 009090 He is both king and Duke of Lancaster,
FTLN 0091 And that the lord of Westmorland shall maintain.
FTLN 0092 And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
FTLN 0093 That we are those which chased you from the field
FTLN 0094 And slew your fathers and, with colors spread,
FTLN 009595 Marched through the city to the palace gates.
FTLN 0096 Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
FTLN 0097 And by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
FTLN 0098 Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,
FTLN 0099 Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I’ll have more lives
FTLN 0100100 Than drops of blood were in my father’s veins.
FTLN 0101 Urge it no more, lest that, instead of words,
FTLN 0102 I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
FTLN 0103 As shall revenge his death before I stir.
FTLN 0104 Poor Clifford, how I scorn his worthless threats!
FTLN 0105105 Will you we show our title to the crown?
FTLN 0106 If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
FTLN 0107 What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
FTLN 0108 editorial emendationThyeditorial emendation father was as thou art, Duke of York;
FTLN 0109 Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March.
FTLN 0110110 I am the son of Henry the Fifth,

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 1

FTLN 0111 Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
FTLN 0112 And seized upon their towns and provinces.
FTLN 0113 Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
FTLN 0114 The Lord Protector lost it and not I.
FTLN 0115115 When I was crowned, I was but nine months old.
FTLN 0116 You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you
FTLN 0117 lose.—
FTLN 0118 Father, tear the crown from the usurper’s head.
FTLN 0119 Sweet father, do so. Set it on your head.
MONTAGUE , editorial emendationto Yorkeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0120120 Good brother, as thou lov’st and honorest arms,
FTLN 0121 Let’s fight it out and not stand caviling thus.
FTLN 0122 Sound drums and trumpets, and the King will fly.
YORK  FTLN 0123Sons, peace!
FTLN 0124 Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to speak!
FTLN 0125125 Plantagenet shall speak first. Hear him, lords,
FTLN 0126 And be you silent and attentive too,
FTLN 0127 For he that interrupts him shall not live.
FTLN 0128 Think’st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,
FTLN 0129 Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
FTLN 0130130 No. First shall war unpeople this my realm;
FTLN 0131 Ay, and their colors, often borne in France,
FTLN 0132 And now in England to our heart’s great sorrow,
FTLN 0133 Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?
FTLN 0134 My title’s good, and better far than his.
FTLN 0135135 Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 1

FTLN 0136 Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
FTLN 0137 ’Twas by rebellion against his king.
KING HENRY , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0138 I know not what to say; my title’s weak.—
FTLN 0139 Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
YORK  FTLN 0140140What then?
FTLN 0141 An if he may, then am I lawful king;
FTLN 0142 For Richard, in the view of many lords,
FTLN 0143 Resigned the crown to Henry the Fourth,
FTLN 0144 Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
FTLN 0145145 He rose against him, being his sovereign,
FTLN 0146 And made him to resign his crown perforce.
FTLN 0147 Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrained,
FTLN 0148 Think you ’twere prejudicial to his crown?
FTLN 0149 No, for he could not so resign his crown
FTLN 0150150 But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
FTLN 0151 Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
FTLN 0152 His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
FTLN 0153 Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
FTLN 0154 My conscience tells me he is lawful king.
KING HENRY , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0155155 All will revolt from me and turn to him.
NORTHUMBERLAND , editorial emendationto Yorkeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0156 Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay’st,
FTLN 0157 Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 1

FTLN 0158 Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.
FTLN 0159 Thou art deceived. ’Tis not thy southern power
FTLN 0160160 Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
FTLN 0161 Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
FTLN 0162 Can set the Duke up in despite of me.
FTLN 0163 King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
FTLN 0164 Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defense.
FTLN 0165165 May that ground gape and swallow me alive
FTLN 0166 Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father.
FTLN 0167 O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
FTLN 0168 Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.—
FTLN 0169 What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
WARWICK , editorial emendationto King Henryeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0170170 Do right unto this princely Duke of York,
FTLN 0171 Or I will fill the house with armèd men,
FTLN 0172 And over the chair of state, where now he sits,
FTLN 0173 Write up his title with usurping blood.
He stamps with his foot,
and the Soldiers show themselves.

FTLN 0174 My lord of Warwick, hear but one word:
FTLN 0175175 Let me for this my lifetime reign as king.
FTLN 0176 Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,
FTLN 0177 And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv’st.
FTLN 0178 I am content. Richard Plantagenet,
FTLN 0179 Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
FTLN 0180180 What wrong is this unto the Prince your son!

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 1

FTLN 0181 What good is this to England and himself!
FTLN 0182 Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!
FTLN 0183 How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
FTLN 0184 I cannot stay to hear these articles.
FTLN 0186 Come, cousin, let us tell the Queen these news.
FTLN 0187 Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
FTLN 0188 In whose cold blood no spark of honor bides.
FTLN 0189 Be thou a prey unto the house of York,
FTLN 0190190 And die in bands for this unmanly deed.
FTLN 0191 In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
FTLN 0192 Or live in peace abandoned and despised!
editorial emendationWestmorland, Northumberland, Clifford,
and their Soldiers exit.editorial emendation

FTLN 0193 Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
FTLN 0194 They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.
FTLN 0195195 Ah, Exeter!
WARWICK  FTLN 0196 Why should you sigh, my lord?
FTLN 0197 Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,
FTLN 0198 Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
FTLN 0199 But be it as it may.  (editorial emendationTo York.editorial emendation) I here entail
FTLN 0200200 The crown to thee and to thine heirs forever,
FTLN 0201 Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
FTLN 0202 To cease this civil war and, whilst I live,

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 1

FTLN 0203 To honor me as thy king and sovereign,
FTLN 0204 And neither by treason nor hostility
FTLN 0205205 To seek to put me down and reign thyself.
FTLN 0206 This oath I willingly take and will perform.
FTLN 0207 Long live King Henry! Plantagenet, embrace him.
editorial emendationYork stands, and King Henry ascends the dais.editorial emendation
KING HENRY , editorial emendationto Yorkeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0208 And long live thou and these thy forward sons!
editorial emendationThey embrace.editorial emendation
FTLN 0209 Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.
FTLN 0210210 Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes.
Sennet. Here they come down.
YORK , editorial emendationto King Henryeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0211 Farewell, my gracious lord. I’ll to my castle.
FTLN 0212 And I’ll keep London with my soldiers.
FTLN 0213 And I to Norfolk with my followers.
FTLN 0214 And I unto the sea, from whence I came.
editorial emendationYork, Edward, Richard, Warwick, Norfolk,
Montague, and their Soldiers exit.editorial emendation

FTLN 0215215 And I with grief and sorrow to the court.

Enter Queen editorial emendationMargaret, with Prince Edward.editorial emendation

FTLN 0216 Here comes the Queen, whose looks bewray her
FTLN 0217 anger.
FTLN 0218 I’ll steal away.
KING HENRY  FTLN 0219 Exeter, so will I.
editorial emendationThey begin to exit.editorial emendation

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 1

FTLN 0220220 Nay, go not from me. I will follow thee.
FTLN 0221 Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
FTLN 0222 Who can be patient in such extremes?
FTLN 0223 Ah, wretched man, would I had died a maid
FTLN 0224 And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
FTLN 0225225 Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father.
FTLN 0226 Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus?
FTLN 0227 Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I,
FTLN 0228 Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
FTLN 0229 Or nourished him as I did with my blood,
FTLN 0230230 Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood
FTLN 0231 there,
FTLN 0232 Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir
FTLN 0233 And disinherited thine only son.
FTLN 0234 Father, you cannot disinherit me.
FTLN 0235235 If you be king, why should not I succeed?
FTLN 0236 Pardon me, Margaret.—Pardon me, sweet son.
FTLN 0237 The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforced me.
FTLN 0238 Enforced thee? Art thou king and wilt be forced?
FTLN 0239 I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch,
FTLN 0240240 Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me,
FTLN 0241 And giv’n unto the house of York such head
FTLN 0242 As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance!
FTLN 0243 To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
FTLN 0244 What is it but to make thy sepulcher
FTLN 0245245 And creep into it far before thy time?
FTLN 0246 Warwick is Chancellor and the lord of Callice;
FTLN 0247 Stern Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas;
FTLN 0248 The Duke is made Protector of the realm;
FTLN 0249 And yet shalt thou be safe? Such safety finds

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 1

FTLN 0250250 The trembling lamb environèd with wolves.
FTLN 0251 Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
FTLN 0252 The soldiers should have tossed me on their pikes
FTLN 0253 Before I would have granted to that act.
FTLN 0254 But thou preferr’st thy life before thine honor.
FTLN 0255255 And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself
FTLN 0256 Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
FTLN 0257 Until that act of Parliament be repealed
FTLN 0258 Whereby my son is disinherited.
FTLN 0259 The northern lords that have forsworn thy colors
FTLN 0260260 Will follow mine if once they see them spread;
FTLN 0261 And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace
FTLN 0262 And utter ruin of the house of York.
FTLN 0263 Thus do I leave thee.—Come, son, let’s away.
FTLN 0264 Our army is ready. Come, we’ll after them.
FTLN 0265265 Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
FTLN 0266 Thou hast spoke too much already. Get thee gone.
FTLN 0267 Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay editorial emendationwitheditorial emendation me?
FTLN 0268 Ay, to be murdered by his enemies!
FTLN 0269 When I return with victory editorial emendationfromeditorial emendation the field,
FTLN 0270270 I’ll see your Grace. Till then, I’ll follow her.
FTLN 0271 Come, son, away. We may not linger thus.
editorial emendationQueen Margaret and Prince Edward exit.editorial emendation
FTLN 0272 Poor queen! How love to me and to her son
FTLN 0273 Hath made her break out into terms of rage!
FTLN 0274 Revenged may she be on that hateful duke,
FTLN 0275275 Whose haughty spirit, wingèd with desire,
FTLN 0276 Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle
FTLN 0277 Tire on the flesh of me and of my son.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 2

FTLN 0278 The loss of those three lords torments my heart.
FTLN 0279 I’ll write unto them and entreat them fair.
FTLN 0280280 Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.
FTLN 0281 And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.
Flourish. editorial emendationTheyeditorial emendation exit.

editorial emendationScene 2editorial emendation
Enter Richard, Edward, and Montague,
editorial emendationall wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 0282 Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
FTLN 0283 No, I can better play the orator.
FTLN 0284 But I have reasons strong and forcible.

Enter the Duke of York.

FTLN 0285 Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strife?
FTLN 02865 What is your quarrel? How began it first?
FTLN 0287 No quarrel, but a slight contention.
YORK  FTLN 0288About what?
FTLN 0289 About that which concerns your Grace and us:
FTLN 0290 The crown of England, father, which is yours.
FTLN 029110 Mine, boy? Not till King Henry be dead.
FTLN 0292 Your right depends not on his life or death.
FTLN 0293 Now you are heir; therefore enjoy it now.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 2

FTLN 0294 By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
FTLN 0295 It will outrun you, father, in the end.
FTLN 029615 I took an oath that he should quietly reign.
FTLN 0297 But for a kingdom any oath may be broken.
FTLN 0298 I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
FTLN 0299 No, God forbid your Grace should be forsworn.
FTLN 0300 I shall be, if I claim by open war.
FTLN 030120 I’ll prove the contrary, if you’ll hear me speak.
FTLN 0302 Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.
FTLN 0303 An oath is of no moment, being not took
FTLN 0304 Before a true and lawful magistrate
FTLN 0305 That hath authority over him that swears.
FTLN 030625 Henry had none, but did usurp the place.
FTLN 0307 Then, seeing ’twas he that made you to depose,
FTLN 0308 Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
FTLN 0309 Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
FTLN 0310 How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
FTLN 031130 Within whose circuit is Elysium
FTLN 0312 And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
FTLN 0313 Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest
FTLN 0314 Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
FTLN 0315 Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry’s heart.
FTLN 031635 Richard, enough. I will be king or die.—
FTLN 0317 Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
FTLN 0318 And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.—
FTLN 0319 Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk
FTLN 0320 And tell him privily of our intent.—
FTLN 032140 You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 2

FTLN 0322 With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise;
FTLN 0323 In them I trust, for they are soldiers
FTLN 0324 Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
FTLN 0325 While you are thus employed, what resteth more
FTLN 032645 But that I seek occasion how to rise,
FTLN 0327 And yet the King not privy to my drift,
FTLN 0328 Nor any of the house of Lancaster.

Enter editorial emendationa Messenger.editorial emendation

FTLN 0329 But stay, what news? Why com’st thou in such post?
FTLN 0330 The Queen with all the northern earls and lords
FTLN 033150 Intend here to besiege you in your castle.
FTLN 0332 She is hard by with twenty thousand men.
FTLN 0333 And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. editorial emendationHe exits.editorial emendation
FTLN 0334 Ay, with my sword. What, think’st thou that we fear
FTLN 0335 them?—
FTLN 033655 Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
FTLN 0337 My brother Montague shall post to London.
FTLN 0338 Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
FTLN 0339 Whom we have left Protectors of the King,
FTLN 0340 With powerful policy strengthen themselves
FTLN 034160 And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.
FTLN 0342 Brother, I go. I’ll win them, fear it not.
FTLN 0343 And thus most humbly I do take my leave.
Montague exits.

Enter editorial emendationSir Johneditorial emendation Mortimer, and his brother,
editorial emendationSir Hugh Mortimer.editorial emendation

FTLN 0344 Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,
FTLN 0345 You are come to Sandal in a happy hour.
FTLN 034665 The army of the Queen mean to besiege us.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 3

FTLN 0347 She shall not need; we’ll meet her in the field.
YORK  FTLN 0348What, with five thousand men?
FTLN 0349 Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need.
FTLN 0350 A woman’s general; what should we fear?
A march afar off.
FTLN 035170 I hear their drums. Let’s set our men in order,
FTLN 0352 And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
FTLN 0353 Five men to twenty: though the odds be great,
FTLN 0354 I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
FTLN 0355 Many a battle have I won in France
FTLN 035675 Whenas the enemy hath been ten to one.
FTLN 0357 Why should I not now have the like success?
Alarum. editorial emendationTheyeditorial emendation exit.

editorial emendationScene 3editorial emendation
Enter Rutland and his Tutor.

FTLN 0358 Ah, whither shall I fly to scape their hands?

Enter Clifford editorial emendationwith Soldiers, all wearing the red rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 0359 Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes.
FTLN 0360 Chaplain, away. Thy priesthood saves thy life.
FTLN 0361 As for the brat of this accursèd duke,
FTLN 03625 Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
FTLN 0363 And I, my lord, will bear him company.
CLIFFORD  FTLN 0364Soldiers, away with him.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 3

FTLN 0365 Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
FTLN 0366 Lest thou be hated both of God and man.
He exits, editorial emendationdragged off by Soldiers.editorial emendation
CLIFFORD , editorial emendationapproaching Rutlandeditorial emendation 
FTLN 036710 How now? Is he dead already? Or is it fear
FTLN 0368 That makes him close his eyes? I’ll open them.
FTLN 0369 So looks the pent-up lion o’er the wretch
FTLN 0370 That trembles under his devouring paws;
FTLN 0371 And so he walks, insulting o’er his prey;
FTLN 037215 And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.
FTLN 0373 Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword
FTLN 0374 And not with such a cruel threat’ning look.
FTLN 0375 Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.
FTLN 0376 I am too mean a subject for thy wrath.
FTLN 037720 Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.
FTLN 0378 In vain thou speak’st, poor boy. My father’s blood
FTLN 0379 Hath stopped the passage where thy words should
FTLN 0380 enter.
FTLN 0381 Then let my father’s blood open it again;
FTLN 038225 He is a man and, Clifford, cope with him.
FTLN 0383 Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine
FTLN 0384 Were not revenge sufficient for me.
FTLN 0385 No, if I digged up thy forefathers’ graves
FTLN 0386 And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
FTLN 038730 It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart.
FTLN 0388 The sight of any of the house of York
FTLN 0389 Is as a fury to torment my soul,
FTLN 0390 And till I root out their accursèd line
FTLN 0391 And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
FTLN 039235 Therefore— editorial emendationHe raises his rapier.editorial emendation

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 4

FTLN 0393 O, let me pray before I take my death!
FTLN 0394 To thee I pray: sweet Clifford, pity me!
FTLN 0395 Such pity as my rapier’s point affords.
FTLN 0396 I never did thee harm. Why wilt thou slay me?
FTLN 039740 Thy father hath.
RUTLAND  FTLN 0398 But ’twas ere I was born.
FTLN 0399 Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
FTLN 0400 Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
FTLN 0401 He be as miserably slain as I.
FTLN 040245 Ah, let me live in prison all my days,
FTLN 0403 And when I give occasion of offense
FTLN 0404 Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
FTLN 0405 No cause? Thy father slew my father; therefore die.
editorial emendationHe stabs Rutland.editorial emendation
FTLN 0406 Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae! editorial emendationHe dies.editorial emendation
FTLN 040750 Plantagenet, I come, Plantagenet!
FTLN 0408 And this thy son’s blood, cleaving to my blade,
FTLN 0409 Shall rust upon my weapon till thy blood,
FTLN 0410 Congealed with this, do make me wipe off both.
He exits, editorial emendationwith Soldiers carrying off Rutland’s body.editorial emendation

editorial emendationScene 4editorial emendation
Alarum. Enter Richard, Duke of York, editorial emendationwearing the
white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 0411 The army of the Queen hath got the field.
FTLN 0412 My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 4

FTLN 0413 And all my followers to the eager foe
FTLN 0414 Turn back and fly like ships before the wind,
FTLN 04155 Or lambs pursued by hunger-starvèd wolves.
FTLN 0416 My sons, God knows what hath bechancèd them;
FTLN 0417 But this I know: they have demeaned themselves
FTLN 0418 Like men borne to renown by life or death.
FTLN 0419 Three times did Richard make a lane to me
FTLN 042010 And thrice cried “Courage, father, fight it out!”
FTLN 0421 And full as oft came Edward to my side,
FTLN 0422 With purple falchion painted to the hilt
FTLN 0423 In blood of those that had encountered him;
FTLN 0424 And when the hardiest warriors did retire,
FTLN 042515 Richard cried “Charge, and give no foot of ground!”
FTLN 0426 And cried “A crown or else a glorious tomb;
FTLN 0427 A scepter or an earthly sepulcher!”
FTLN 0428 With this we charged again; but, out alas,
FTLN 0429 We editorial emendationbudgededitorial emendation again, as I have seen a swan
FTLN 043020 With bootless labor swim against the tide
FTLN 0431 And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
A short alarum within.
FTLN 0432 Ah, hark, the fatal followers do pursue,
FTLN 0433 And I am faint and cannot fly their fury;
FTLN 0434 And were I strong, I would not shun their fury.
FTLN 043525 The sands are numbered that makes up my life.
FTLN 0436 Here must I stay, and here my life must end.

Enter Queen editorial emendationMargaret,editorial emendation Clifford, Northumberland,
the young Prince editorial emendationEdward,editorial emendation and Soldiers,
editorial emendationall wearing the red rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 0437 Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland,
FTLN 0438 I dare your quenchless fury to more rage.
FTLN 0439 I am your butt, and I abide your shot.
FTLN 044030 Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
FTLN 0441 Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 4

FTLN 0442 With downright payment showed unto my father.
FTLN 0443 Now Phaëton hath tumbled from his car
FTLN 0444 And made an evening at the noontide prick.
FTLN 044535 My ashes, as the Phoenix’, may bring forth
FTLN 0446 A bird that will revenge upon you all;
FTLN 0447 And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,
FTLN 0448 Scorning whate’er you can afflict me with.
FTLN 0449 Why come you not? What, multitudes, and fear?
FTLN 045040 So cowards fight when they can fly no further;
FTLN 0451 So doves do peck the falcon’s piercing talons;
FTLN 0452 So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
FTLN 0453 Breathe out invectives ’gainst the officers.
FTLN 0454 O Clifford, but bethink thee once again
FTLN 045545 And in thy thought o’errun my former time;
FTLN 0456 And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face
FTLN 0457 And bite thy tongue that slanders him with cowardice
FTLN 0458 Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this.
FTLN 0459 I will not bandy with thee word for word,
FTLN 046050 But buckler with thee blows twice two for one.
FTLN 0461 Hold, valiant Clifford, for a thousand causes
FTLN 0462 I would prolong a while the traitor’s life.—
FTLN 0463 Wrath makes him deaf; speak thou, Northumberland.
FTLN 0464 Hold, Clifford, do not honor him so much
FTLN 046555 To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart.
FTLN 0466 What valor were it when a cur doth grin
FTLN 0467 For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
FTLN 0468 When he might spurn him with his foot away?
FTLN 0469 It is war’s prize to take all vantages,
FTLN 047060 And ten to one is no impeach of valor.
editorial emendationThey attack York.editorial emendation

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 4

FTLN 0471 Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.
FTLN 0472 So doth the coney struggle in the net.
FTLN 0473 So triumph thieves upon their conquered booty;
FTLN 0474 So true men yield with robbers, so o’ermatched.
editorial emendationYork is overcome.editorial emendation
NORTHUMBERLAND , editorial emendationto Queen Margareteditorial emendation 
FTLN 047565 What would your Grace have done unto him now?
FTLN 0476 Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
FTLN 0477 Come, make him stand upon this molehill here
FTLN 0478 That raught at mountains with outstretchèd arms,
FTLN 0479 Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.
editorial emendationThey place York on a small prominence.editorial emendation
FTLN 048070 What, was it you that would be England’s king?
FTLN 0481 Was ’t you that reveled in our parliament
FTLN 0482 And made a preachment of your high descent?
FTLN 0483 Where are your mess of sons to back you now,
FTLN 0484 The wanton Edward and the lusty George?
FTLN 048575 And where’s that valiant crookback prodigy,
FTLN 0486 Dickie, your boy, that with his grumbling voice
FTLN 0487 Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
FTLN 0488 Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?
FTLN 0489 Look, York, I stained this napkin with the blood
FTLN 049080 That valiant Clifford with his rapier’s point
FTLN 0491 Made issue from the bosom of the boy;
FTLN 0492 And if thine eyes can water for his death,
FTLN 0493 I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.
editorial emendationShe gives him a bloody cloth.editorial emendation
FTLN 0494 Alas, poor York, but that I hate thee deadly
FTLN 049585 I should lament thy miserable state.
FTLN 0496 I prithee grieve to make me merry, York.
FTLN 0497 What, hath thy fiery heart so parched thine entrails
FTLN 0498 That not a tear can fall for Rutland’s death?

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 4

FTLN 0499 Why art thou patient, man? Thou shouldst be mad;
FTLN 050090 And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
FTLN 0501 Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
FTLN 0502 Thou would’st be fee’d, I see, to make me sport.—
FTLN 0503 York cannot speak unless he wear a crown.
FTLN 0504 A crown for York! editorial emendationShe is handed a paper crown.editorial emendation
FTLN 050595 And, lords, bow low to him.
FTLN 0506 Hold you his hands whilst I do set it on.
editorial emendationShe puts the crown on York’s head.editorial emendation
FTLN 0507 Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king.
FTLN 0508 Ay, this is he that took King Henry’s chair,
FTLN 0509 And this is he was his adopted heir.
FTLN 0510100 But how is it that great Plantagenet
FTLN 0511 Is crowned so soon and broke his solemn oath?—
FTLN 0512 As I bethink me, you should not be king
FTLN 0513 Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.
FTLN 0514 And will you pale your head in Henry’s glory
FTLN 0515105 And rob his temples of the diadem
FTLN 0516 Now, in his life, against your holy oath?
FTLN 0517 O, ’tis a fault too too unpardonable.
FTLN 0518 Off with the crown and, with the crown, his head;
FTLN 0519 And whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.
FTLN 0520110 That is my office, for my father’s sake.
FTLN 0521 Nay, stay, let’s hear the orisons he makes.
FTLN 0522 She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of
FTLN 0523 France,
FTLN 0524 Whose tongue more poisons than the adder’s tooth:
FTLN 0525115 How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
FTLN 0526 To triumph like an Amazonian trull
FTLN 0527 Upon their woes whom Fortune captivates.
FTLN 0528 But that thy face is vizard-like, unchanging,
FTLN 0529 Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
FTLN 0530120 I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 4

FTLN 0531 To tell thee whence thou cam’st, of whom derived,
FTLN 0532 Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not
FTLN 0533 shameless.
FTLN 0534 Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,
FTLN 0535125 Of both the Sicils, and Jerusalem,
FTLN 0536 Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
FTLN 0537 Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?
FTLN 0538 It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen,
FTLN 0539 Unless the adage must be verified
FTLN 0540130 That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
FTLN 0541 ’Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud,
FTLN 0542 But God He knows thy share thereof is small.
FTLN 0543 ’Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;
FTLN 0544 The contrary doth make thee wondered at.
FTLN 0545135 ’Tis government that makes them seem divine;
FTLN 0546 The want thereof makes thee abominable.
FTLN 0547 Thou art as opposite to every good
FTLN 0548 As the Antipodes are unto us
FTLN 0549 Or as the south to the Septentrion.
FTLN 0550140 O, tiger’s heart wrapped in a woman’s hide,
FTLN 0551 How couldst thou drain the lifeblood of the child
FTLN 0552 To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
FTLN 0553 And yet be seen to bear a woman’s face?
FTLN 0554 Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible;
FTLN 0555145 Thou, stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
FTLN 0556 Bidd’st thou me rage? Why, now thou hast thy wish.
FTLN 0557 Wouldst have me weep? Why, now thou hast thy will;
FTLN 0558 For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
FTLN 0559 And when the rage allays, the rain begins.
FTLN 0560150 These tears are my sweet Rutland’s obsequies,
FTLN 0561 And every drop cries vengeance for his death
FTLN 0562 ’Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false
FTLN 0563 Frenchwoman!
NORTHUMBERLAND , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0564 Beshrew me, but his passions moves me so
FTLN 0565155 That hardly can I check my eyes from tears.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 4

FTLN 0566 That face of his the hungry cannibals
FTLN 0567 Would not have touched, would not have stained
FTLN 0568 with blood;
FTLN 0569 But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
FTLN 0570160 O, ten times more than tigers of Hyrcania.
FTLN 0571 See, ruthless queen, a hapless father’s tears.
FTLN 0572 This cloth thou dipped’st in blood of my sweet boy,
FTLN 0573 And I with tears do wash the blood away.
editorial emendationHe hands her the cloth.editorial emendation
FTLN 0574 Keep thou the napkin and go boast of this;
FTLN 0575165 And if thou tell’st the heavy story right,
FTLN 0576 Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears.
FTLN 0577 Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears
FTLN 0578 And say “Alas, it was a piteous deed.”
editorial emendationHe hands her the paper crown.editorial emendation
FTLN 0579 There, take the crown and, with the crown, my
FTLN 0580170 curse,
FTLN 0581 And in thy need such comfort come to thee
FTLN 0582 As now I reap at thy too cruel hand.—
FTLN 0583 Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world,
FTLN 0584 My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads.
FTLN 0585175 Had he been slaughterman to all my kin,
FTLN 0586 I should not for my life but weep with him
FTLN 0587 To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.
FTLN 0588 What, weeping ripe, my Lord Northumberland?
FTLN 0589 Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
FTLN 0590180 And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
CLIFFORD , editorial emendationstabbing York twiceeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0591 Here’s for my oath; here’s for my father’s death!
QUEEN MARGARET , editorial emendationstabbing Yorkeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0592 And here’s to right our gentle-hearted king.
FTLN 0593 Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 1. SC. 4

FTLN 0594 My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.
editorial emendationHe dies.editorial emendation
FTLN 0595185 Off with his head, and set it on York gates,
FTLN 0596 So York may overlook the town of York.
Flourish. editorial emendationTheyeditorial emendation exit, editorial emendationSoldiers carrying York’s body.editorial emendation

editorial emendationACT 2editorial emendation
editorial emendationScene 1editorial emendation
A march. Enter Edward, Richard, and their power,
editorial emendationall wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 0597 I wonder how our princely father scaped,
FTLN 0598 Or whether he be scaped away or no
FTLN 0599 From Clifford’s and Northumberland’s pursuit.
FTLN 0600 Had he been ta’en, we should have heard the news;
FTLN 06015 Had he been slain, we should have heard the news;
FTLN 0602 Or had he scaped, methinks we should have heard
FTLN 0603 The happy tidings of his good escape.
FTLN 0604 How fares my brother? Why is he so sad?
FTLN 0605 I cannot joy until I be resolved
FTLN 060610 Where our right valiant father is become.
FTLN 0607 I saw him in the battle range about
FTLN 0608 And watched him how he singled Clifford forth.
FTLN 0609 Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
FTLN 0610 As doth a lion in a herd of neat,
FTLN 061115 Or as a bear encompassed round with dogs,
FTLN 0612 Who having pinched a few and made them cry,
FTLN 0613 The rest stand all aloof and bark at him;
FTLN 0614 So fared our father with his enemies;
FTLN 0615 So fled his enemies my warlike father.
FTLN 061620 Methinks ’tis prize enough to be his son.
FTLN 0617 See how the morning opes her golden gates

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 2. SC. 1

FTLN 0618 And takes her farewell of the glorious sun.
FTLN 0619 How well resembles it the prime of youth,
FTLN 0620 Trimmed like a younker, prancing to his love!
FTLN 062125 Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
FTLN 0622 Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun,
FTLN 0623 Not separated with the racking clouds
FTLN 0624 But severed in a pale clear-shining sky.
FTLN 0625 See, see, they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
FTLN 062630 As if they vowed some league inviolable.
FTLN 0627 Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun;
FTLN 0628 In this, the heaven figures some event.
FTLN 0629 ’Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.
FTLN 0630 I think it cites us, brother, to the field,
FTLN 063135 That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,
FTLN 0632 Each one already blazing by our meeds,
FTLN 0633 Should notwithstanding join our lights together
FTLN 0634 And overshine the earth, as this the world.
FTLN 0635 Whate’er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
FTLN 063640 Upon my target three fair shining suns.
FTLN 0637 Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it,
FTLN 0638 You love the breeder better than the male.

Enter editorial emendationa Messenger,editorial emendation blowing.

FTLN 0639 But what art thou whose heavy looks foretell
FTLN 0640 Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?
FTLN 064145 Ah, one that was a woeful looker-on
FTLN 0642 Whenas the noble Duke of York was slain,
FTLN 0643 Your princely father and my loving lord.
FTLN 0644 O, speak no more, for I have heard too much!
Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 2. SC. 1

FTLN 0645 Say how he died, for I will hear it all.
FTLN 064650 Environèd he was with many foes,
FTLN 0647 And stood against them, as the hope of Troy
FTLN 0648 Against the Greeks that would have entered Troy.
FTLN 0649 But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
FTLN 0650 And many strokes, though with a little axe,
FTLN 065155 Hews down and fells the hardest-timbered oak.
FTLN 0652 By many hands your father was subdued,
FTLN 0653 But only slaughtered by the ireful arm
FTLN 0654 Of unrelenting Clifford and the Queen,
FTLN 0655 Who crowned the gracious duke in high despite,
FTLN 065660 Laughed in his face; and when with grief he wept,
FTLN 0657 The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheeks
FTLN 0658 A napkin steepèd in the harmless blood
FTLN 0659 Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain.
FTLN 0660 And after many scorns, many foul taunts,
FTLN 066165 They took his head and on the gates of York
FTLN 0662 They set the same, and there it doth remain,
FTLN 0663 The saddest spectacle that e’er I viewed. editorial emendationHe exits.editorial emendation
FTLN 0664 Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
FTLN 0665 Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
FTLN 066670 O Clifford, boist’rous Clifford, thou hast slain
FTLN 0667 The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
FTLN 0668 And treacherously hast thou vanquished him,
FTLN 0669 For hand to hand he would have vanquished thee.
FTLN 0670 Now my soul’s palace is become a prison;
FTLN 067175 Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body
FTLN 0672 Might in the ground be closèd up in rest,
FTLN 0673 For never henceforth shall I joy again.
FTLN 0674 Never, O never, shall I see more joy! editorial emendationHe weeps.editorial emendation
FTLN 0675 I cannot weep, for all my body’s moisture
FTLN 067680 Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart;

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 2. SC. 1

FTLN 0677 Nor can my tongue unload my heart’s great burden,
FTLN 0678 For selfsame wind that I should speak withal
FTLN 0679 Is kindling coals that fires all my breast
FTLN 0680 And burns me up with flames that tears would
FTLN 068185 quench.
FTLN 0682 To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
FTLN 0683 Tears, then, for babes; blows and revenge for me.
FTLN 0684 Richard, I bear thy name. I’ll venge thy death
FTLN 0685 Or die renownèd by attempting it.
FTLN 068690 His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;
FTLN 0687 His dukedom and his chair with me is left.
FTLN 0688 Nay, if thou be that princely eagle’s bird,
FTLN 0689 Show thy descent by gazing ’gainst the sun;
FTLN 0690 For “chair” and “dukedom,” “throne” and
FTLN 069195 “kingdom” say;
FTLN 0692 Either that is thine or else thou wert not his.

March. Enter Warwick, Marquess Montague, and their
army, editorial emendationall wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 0693 How now, fair lords? What fare, what news abroad?
FTLN 0694 Great lord of Warwick, if we should recount
FTLN 0695 Our baleful news, and at each word’s deliverance
FTLN 0696100 Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,
FTLN 0697 The words would add more anguish than the wounds.
FTLN 0698 O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain.
FTLN 0699 O Warwick, Warwick, that Plantagenet
FTLN 0700 Which held thee dearly as his soul’s redemption
FTLN 0701105 Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
FTLN 0702 Ten days ago I drowned these news in tears.
FTLN 0703 And now to add more measure to your woes,

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ACT 2. SC. 1

FTLN 0704 I come to tell you things sith then befall’n.
FTLN 0705 After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
FTLN 0706110 Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,
FTLN 0707 Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,
FTLN 0708 Were brought me of your loss and his depart.
FTLN 0709 I, then in London, keeper of the King,
FTLN 0710 Mustered my soldiers, gathered flocks of friends,
FTLN 0711115 Marched toward Saint Albans to intercept the
FTLN 0712 Queen,
FTLN 0713 Bearing the King in my behalf along;
FTLN 0714 For by my scouts I was advertisèd
FTLN 0715 That she was coming with a full intent
FTLN 0716120 To dash our late decree in Parliament
FTLN 0717 Touching King Henry’s oath and your succession.
FTLN 0718 Short tale to make, we at Saint Albans met,
FTLN 0719 Our battles joined, and both sides fiercely fought.
FTLN 0720 But whether ’twas the coldness of the King,
FTLN 0721125 Who looked full gently on his warlike queen,
FTLN 0722 That robbed my soldiers of their heated spleen,
FTLN 0723 Or whether ’twas report of her success
FTLN 0724 Or more than common fear of Clifford’s rigor,
FTLN 0725 Who thunders to his captives blood and death,
FTLN 0726130 I cannot judge; but to conclude with truth,
FTLN 0727 Their weapons like to lightning came and went;
FTLN 0728 Our soldiers’, like the night owl’s lazy flight
FTLN 0729 Or like editorial emendationan idleeditorial emendation thresher with a flail,
FTLN 0730 Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
FTLN 0731135 I cheered them up with justice of our cause,
FTLN 0732 With promise of high pay and great rewards,
FTLN 0733 But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,
FTLN 0734 And we, in them, no hope to win the day,
FTLN 0735 So that we fled: the King unto the Queen;
FTLN 0736140 Lord George your brother, Norfolk, and myself
FTLN 0737 In haste, posthaste, are come to join with you;
FTLN 0738 For in the Marches here we heard you were,
FTLN 0739 Making another head to fight again.

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ACT 2. SC. 1

FTLN 0740 Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?
FTLN 0741145 And when came George from Burgundy to England?
FTLN 0742 Some six miles off the Duke is with the soldiers,
FTLN 0743 And, for your brother, he was lately sent
FTLN 0744 From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
FTLN 0745 With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
FTLN 0746150 ’Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled.
FTLN 0747 Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
FTLN 0748 But ne’er till now his scandal of retire.
FTLN 0749 Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear?
FTLN 0750 For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
FTLN 0751155 Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry’s head
FTLN 0752 And wring the awful scepter from his fist,
FTLN 0753 Were he as famous and as bold in war
FTLN 0754 As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.
FTLN 0755 I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not.
FTLN 0756160 ’Tis love I bear thy glories make me speak.
FTLN 0757 But in this troublous time, what’s to be done?
FTLN 0758 Shall we go throw away our coats of steel
FTLN 0759 And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,
FTLN 0760 Numb’ring our Ave Marys with our beads?
FTLN 0761165 Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
FTLN 0762 Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
FTLN 0763 If for the last, say “Ay,” and to it, lords.
FTLN 0764 Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out,
FTLN 0765 And therefore comes my brother Montague.
FTLN 0766170 Attend me, lords: the proud insulting queen,
FTLN 0767 With Clifford and the haught Northumberland
FTLN 0768 And of their feather many more proud birds,
FTLN 0769 Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax.

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ACT 2. SC. 1

FTLN 0770 He swore consent to your succession,
FTLN 0771175 His oath enrollèd in the Parliament.
FTLN 0772 And now to London all the crew are gone
FTLN 0773 To frustrate both his oath and what beside
FTLN 0774 May make against the house of Lancaster.
FTLN 0775 Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong.
FTLN 0776180 Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself,
FTLN 0777 With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March,
FTLN 0778 Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,
FTLN 0779 Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,
FTLN 0780 Why, via, to London will we march,
FTLN 0781185 And once again bestride our foaming steeds,
FTLN 0782 And once again cry “Charge!” upon our foes,
FTLN 0783 But never once again turn back and fly.
FTLN 0784 Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak.
FTLN 0785 Ne’er may he live to see a sunshine day
FTLN 0786190 That cries “Retire!” if Warwick bid him stay.
FTLN 0787 Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean,
FTLN 0788 And when thou fail’st—as God forbid the hour!—
FTLN 0789 Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend.
FTLN 0790 No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York;
FTLN 0791195 The next degree is England’s royal throne:
FTLN 0792 For King of England shalt thou be proclaimed
FTLN 0793 In every borough as we pass along,
FTLN 0794 And he that throws not up his cap for joy
FTLN 0795 Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.
FTLN 0796200 King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,
FTLN 0797 Stay we no longer dreaming of renown,
FTLN 0798 But sound the trumpets and about our task.
FTLN 0799 Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
FTLN 0800 As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
FTLN 0801205 I come to pierce it or to give thee mine.

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ACT 2. SC. 2

FTLN 0802 Then strike up drums! God and Saint George for us!

Enter a Messenger.

WARWICK  FTLN 0803How now, what news?
FTLN 0804 The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,
FTLN 0805 The Queen is coming with a puissant host,
FTLN 0806210 And craves your company for speedy counsel.
FTLN 0807 Why, then it sorts. Brave warriors, let’s away!
They all exit.

editorial emendationScene 2editorial emendation
Flourish. Enter King editorial emendationHenry,editorial emendation Queen editorial emendationMargaret,editorial emendation
Clifford, Northumberland, and young Prince editorial emendationEdward,
all wearing the red roseeditorial emendation with Drum and Trumpets,
editorial emendationthe head of York fixed above them.editorial emendation

QUEEN MARGARET , editorial emendationto King Henryeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0808 Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.
FTLN 0809 Yonder’s the head of that arch-enemy
FTLN 0810 That sought to be encompassed with your crown.
FTLN 0811 Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
FTLN 08125 Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wrack!
FTLN 0813 To see this sight, it irks my very soul.
FTLN 0814 Withhold revenge, dear God! ’Tis not my fault,
FTLN 0815 Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow.
FTLN 0816 My gracious liege, this too much lenity
FTLN 081710 And harmful pity must be laid aside.
FTLN 0818 To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
FTLN 0819 Not to the beast that would usurp their den.
FTLN 0820 Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?

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ACT 2. SC. 2

FTLN 0821 Not his that spoils her young before her face.
FTLN 082215 Who scapes the lurking serpent’s mortal sting?
FTLN 0823 Not he that sets his foot upon her back.
FTLN 0824 The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on,
FTLN 0825 And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
FTLN 0826 Ambitious York did level at thy crown,
FTLN 082720 Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows.
FTLN 0828 He, but a duke, would have his son a king
FTLN 0829 And raise his issue like a loving sire;
FTLN 0830 Thou being a king, blest with a goodly son,
FTLN 0831 Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
FTLN 083225 Which argued thee a most unloving father.
FTLN 0833 Unreasonable creatures feed their young;
FTLN 0834 And though man’s face be fearful to their eyes,
FTLN 0835 Yet in protection of their tender ones,
FTLN 0836 Who hath not seen them, even with those wings
FTLN 083730 Which sometime they have used with fearful flight,
FTLN 0838 Make war with him that climbed unto their nest,
FTLN 0839 Offering their own lives in their young’s defense?
FTLN 0840 For shame, my liege, make them your precedent.
FTLN 0841 Were it not pity that this goodly boy
FTLN 084235 Should lose his birthright by his father’s fault,
FTLN 0843 And long hereafter say unto his child
FTLN 0844 “What my great-grandfather and grandsire got,
FTLN 0845 My careless father fondly gave away”?
FTLN 0846 Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy,
FTLN 084740 And let his manly face, which promiseth
FTLN 0848 Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart
FTLN 0849 To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
FTLN 0850 Full well hath Clifford played the orator,
FTLN 0851 Inferring arguments of mighty force.
FTLN 085245 But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear
FTLN 0853 That things ill got had ever bad success?
FTLN 0854 And happy always was it for that son
FTLN 0855 Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?

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ACT 2. SC. 2

FTLN 0856 I’ll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind,
FTLN 085750 And would my father had left me no more;
FTLN 0858 For all the rest is held at such a rate
FTLN 0859 As brings a thousandfold more care to keep
FTLN 0860 Than in possession any jot of pleasure.
FTLN 0861 Ah, cousin York, would thy best friends did know
FTLN 086255 How it doth grieve me that thy head is here.
FTLN 0863 My lord, cheer up your spirits; our foes are nigh,
FTLN 0864 And this soft courage makes your followers faint.
FTLN 0865 You promised knighthood to our forward son.
FTLN 0866 Unsheathe your sword and dub him presently.—
FTLN 086760 Edward, kneel down. editorial emendationHe kneels.editorial emendation
KING HENRY , editorial emendationdubbing him knighteditorial emendation 
FTLN 0868 Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight,
FTLN 0869 And learn this lesson: draw thy sword in right.
PRINCE EDWARD , editorial emendationrisingeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0870 My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
FTLN 0871 I’ll draw it as apparent to the crown
FTLN 087265 And in that quarrel use it to the death.
FTLN 0873 Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.

Enter a Messenger.

FTLN 0874 Royal commanders, be in readiness,
FTLN 0875 For with a band of thirty thousand men
FTLN 0876 Comes Warwick backing of the Duke of York,
FTLN 087770 And in the towns as they do march along
FTLN 0878 Proclaims him king, and many fly to him.
FTLN 0879 Deraign your battle, for they are at hand. editorial emendationHe exits.editorial emendation
FTLN 0880 I would your Highness would depart the field.
FTLN 0881 The Queen hath best success when you are absent.
FTLN 088275 Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.

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ACT 2. SC. 2

FTLN 0883 Why, that’s my fortune too; therefore I’ll stay.
FTLN 0884 Be it with resolution, then, to fight.
FTLN 0885 My royal father, cheer these noble lords
FTLN 0886 And hearten those that fight in your defense.
FTLN 088780 Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry “Saint
FTLN 0888 George!”

March. Enter Edward, Warwick, Richard,
editorial emendationGeorge,editorial emendation Norfolk, Montague, and Soldiers,
editorial emendationall wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 0889 Now, perjured Henry, wilt thou kneel for grace
FTLN 0890 And set thy diadem upon my head,
FTLN 0891 Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
FTLN 089285 Go rate thy minions, proud insulting boy.
FTLN 0893 Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
FTLN 0894 Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
FTLN 0895 I am his king, and he should bow his knee.
FTLN 0896 I was adopted heir by his consent.
FTLN 089790 Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear,
FTLN 0898 You that are king, though he do wear the crown,
FTLN 0899 Have caused him, by new act of Parliament,
FTLN 0900 To blot out me and put his own son in.
CLIFFORD  FTLN 0901And reason too:
FTLN 090295 Who should succeed the father but the son?
FTLN 0903 Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
FTLN 0904 Ay, crookback, here I stand to answer thee,
FTLN 0905 Or any he, the proudest of thy sort.

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ACT 2. SC. 2

FTLN 0906 ’Twas you that killed young Rutland, was it not?
FTLN 0907100 Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.
FTLN 0908 For God’s sake, lords, give signal to the fight!
FTLN 0909 What sayst thou, Henry? Wilt thou yield the crown?
FTLN 0910 Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick, dare you
FTLN 0911 speak?
FTLN 0912105 When you and I met at Saint Albans last,
FTLN 0913 Your legs did better service than your hands.
FTLN 0914 Then ’twas my turn to fly, and now ’tis thine.
FTLN 0915 You said so much before, and yet you fled.
FTLN 0916 ’Twas not your valor, Clifford, drove me thence.
FTLN 0917110 No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.
FTLN 0918 Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.—
FTLN 0919 Break off the parley, for scarce I can refrain
FTLN 0920 The execution of my big-swoll’n heart
FTLN 0921 Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
FTLN 0922115 I slew thy father; call’st thou him a child?
FTLN 0923 Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,
FTLN 0924 As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland.
FTLN 0925 But ere sunset I’ll make thee curse the deed.
FTLN 0926 Have done with words, my lords, and hear me
FTLN 0927120 speak.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 2. SC. 2

FTLN 0928 Defy them, then, or else hold close thy lips.
FTLN 0929 I prithee, give no limits to my tongue.
FTLN 0930 I am a king and privileged to speak.
FTLN 0931 My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here
FTLN 0932125 Cannot be cured by words; therefore, be still.
FTLN 0933 Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword.
FTLN 0934 By Him that made us all, I am resolved
FTLN 0935 That Clifford’s manhood lies upon his tongue.
FTLN 0936 Say, Henry, shall I have my right or no?
FTLN 0937130 A thousand men have broke their fasts today
FTLN 0938 That ne’er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.
FTLN 0939 If thou deny, their blood upon thy head,
FTLN 0940 For York in justice puts his armor on.
FTLN 0941 If that be right which Warwick says is right,
FTLN 0942135 There is no wrong, but everything is right.
editorial emendationRICHARDeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0943 Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands,
FTLN 0944 For well I wot thou hast thy mother’s tongue.
FTLN 0945 But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam,
FTLN 0946 But like a foul misshapen stigmatic,
FTLN 0947140 Marked by the Destinies to be avoided,
FTLN 0948 As venom toads or lizards’ dreadful stings.
FTLN 0949 Iron of Naples, hid with English gilt,
FTLN 0950 Whose father bears the title of a king,
FTLN 0951 As if a channel should be called the sea,

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ACT 2. SC. 2

FTLN 0952145 Sham’st thou not, knowing whence thou art
FTLN 0953 extraught,
FTLN 0954 To let thy tongue detect thy baseborn heart?
FTLN 0955 A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns
FTLN 0956 To make this shameless callet know herself.—
FTLN 0957150 Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
FTLN 0958 Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
FTLN 0959 And ne’er was Agamemnon’s brother wronged
FTLN 0960 By that false woman as this king by thee.
FTLN 0961 His father reveled in the heart of France,
FTLN 0962155 And tamed the King, and made the Dauphin stoop;
FTLN 0963 And had he matched according to his state,
FTLN 0964 He might have kept that glory to this day.
FTLN 0965 But when he took a beggar to his bed
FTLN 0966 And graced thy poor sire with his bridal day,
FTLN 0967160 Even then that sunshine brewed a shower for him
FTLN 0968 That washed his father’s fortunes forth of France
FTLN 0969 And heaped sedition on his crown at home.
FTLN 0970 For what hath broached this tumult but thy pride?
FTLN 0971 Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept,
FTLN 0972165 And we, in pity of the gentle king,
FTLN 0973 Had slipped our claim until another age.
FTLN 0974 But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,
FTLN 0975 And that thy summer bred us no increase,
FTLN 0976 We set the axe to thy usurping root;
FTLN 0977170 And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,
FTLN 0978 Yet know thou, since we have begun to strike,
FTLN 0979 We’ll never leave till we have hewn thee down
FTLN 0980 Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.
FTLN 0981 And in this resolution, I defy thee,
FTLN 0982175 Not willing any longer conference,
FTLN 0983 Since thou denied’st the gentle king to speak.—

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ACT 2. SC. 3

FTLN 0984 Sound, trumpets! Let our bloody colors wave;
FTLN 0985 And either victory or else a grave!
QUEEN MARGARET  FTLN 0986Stay, Edward!
FTLN 0987180 No, wrangling woman, we’ll no longer stay.
FTLN 0988 These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
They all exit.

editorial emendationScene 3editorial emendation
Alarum. Excursions. Enter Warwick,
editorial emendationwearing the white rose.editorial emendation

WARWICK , editorial emendationlying downeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0989 Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,
FTLN 0990 I lay me down a little while to breathe,
FTLN 0991 For strokes received and many blows repaid
FTLN 0992 Have robbed my strong-knit sinews of their strength;
FTLN 09935 And spite of spite, needs must I rest awhile.

Enter Edward, editorial emendationwearing the white rose,editorial emendation running.

FTLN 0994 Smile, gentle heaven, or strike, ungentle death,
FTLN 0995 For this world frowns and Edward’s sun is clouded.

Enter editorial emendationGeorge, wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

WARWICK , editorial emendationstandingeditorial emendation 
FTLN 0996 How now, my lord, what hap? What hope of good?
FTLN 0997 Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;
FTLN 099810 Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us.
FTLN 0999 What counsel give you? Whither shall we fly?
FTLN 1000 Bootless is flight; they follow us with wings,
FTLN 1001 And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.

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ACT 2. SC. 3

Enter Richard, editorial emendationwearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 1002 Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
FTLN 100315 Thy brother’s blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
FTLN 1004 Broached with the steely point of Clifford’s lance,
FTLN 1005 And in the very pangs of death he cried,
FTLN 1006 Like to a dismal clangor heard from far,
FTLN 1007 “Warwick, revenge! Brother, revenge my death!”
FTLN 100820 So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
FTLN 1009 That stained their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
FTLN 1010 The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
FTLN 1011 Then let the earth be drunken with our blood!
FTLN 1012 I’ll kill my horse because I will not fly.
FTLN 101325 Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,
FTLN 1014 Wailing our losses whiles the foe doth rage,
FTLN 1015 And look upon, as if the tragedy
FTLN 1016 Were played in jest by counterfeiting actors?
editorial emendationHe kneels.editorial emendation
FTLN 1017 Here on my knee I vow to God above
FTLN 101830 I’ll never pause again, never stand still,
FTLN 1019 Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine
FTLN 1020 Or Fortune given me measure of revenge.
FTLN 1021 O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine,
FTLN 1022 And in this vow do chain my soul to thine
editorial emendationHe kneels.editorial emendation
FTLN 102335 And, ere my knee rise from the Earth’s cold face,
FTLN 1024 I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to Thee,
FTLN 1025 Thou setter up and plucker down of kings,
FTLN 1026 Beseeching Thee, if with Thy will it stands
FTLN 1027 That to my foes this body must be prey,
FTLN 102840 Yet that Thy brazen gates of heaven may ope
FTLN 1029 And give sweet passage to my sinful soul.
editorial emendationEdward and Warwick stand.editorial emendation

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 2. SC. 4

FTLN 1030 Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,
FTLN 1031 Where’er it be, in heaven or in Earth.
FTLN 1032 Brother, give me thy hand.—And, gentle Warwick,
FTLN 103345 Let me embrace thee in my weary arms.
FTLN 1034 I that did never weep now melt with woe
FTLN 1035 That winter should cut off our springtime so.
FTLN 1036 Away, away! Once more, sweet lords, farewell.
FTLN 1037 Yet let us all together to our troops
FTLN 103850 And give them leave to fly that will not stay,
FTLN 1039 And call them pillars that will stand to us;
FTLN 1040 And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards
FTLN 1041 As victors wear at the Olympian Games.
FTLN 1042 This may plant courage in their quailing breasts,
FTLN 104355 For yet is hope of life and victory.
FTLN 1044 Forslow no longer; make we hence amain.
They exit.

editorial emendationScene 4editorial emendation
Excursions. Enter, editorial emendationat separate doors,editorial emendation Richard editorial emendationwearing
the white rose,editorial emendation and Clifford, editorial emendationwearing the red rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 1045 Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone.
FTLN 1046 Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
FTLN 1047 And this for Rutland, both bound to revenge,
FTLN 1048 Wert thou environed with a brazen wall.
FTLN 10495 Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone.
FTLN 1050 This is the hand that stabbed thy father York,
FTLN 1051 And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland,
FTLN 1052 And here’s the heart that triumphs in their death
FTLN 1053 And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother

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ACT 2. SC. 5

FTLN 105410 To execute the like upon thyself.
FTLN 1055 And so, have at thee!

They fight; Warwick comes; Clifford flies.

FTLN 1056 Nay, Warwick, single out some other chase,
FTLN 1057 For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
They exit.

editorial emendationScene 5editorial emendation
Alarum. Enter King Henry alone, editorial emendationwearing the red rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 1058 This battle fares like to the morning’s war,
FTLN 1059 When dying clouds contend with growing light,
FTLN 1060 What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,
FTLN 1061 Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
FTLN 10625 Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea
FTLN 1063 Forced by the tide to combat with the wind;
FTLN 1064 Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea
FTLN 1065 Forced to retire by fury of the wind.
FTLN 1066 Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;
FTLN 106710 Now one the better, then another best,
FTLN 1068 Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,
FTLN 1069 Yet neither conqueror nor conquerèd.
FTLN 1070 So is the equal poise of this fell war.
FTLN 1071 Here on this molehill will I sit me down.
editorial emendationHe sits on a small prominence.editorial emendation
FTLN 107215 To whom God will, there be the victory;
FTLN 1073 For Margaret my queen and Clifford too
FTLN 1074 Have chid me from the battle, swearing both
FTLN 1075 They prosper best of all when I am thence.
FTLN 1076 Would I were dead, if God’s good will were so,
FTLN 107720 For what is in this world but grief and woe?
FTLN 1078 O God! Methinks it were a happy life

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ACT 2. SC. 5

FTLN 1079 To be no better than a homely swain,
FTLN 1080 To sit upon a hill as I do now,
FTLN 1081 To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
FTLN 108225 Thereby to see the minutes how they run:
FTLN 1083 How many makes the hour full complete,
FTLN 1084 How many hours brings about the day,
FTLN 1085 How many days will finish up the year,
FTLN 1086 How many years a mortal man may live.
FTLN 108730 When this is known, then to divide the times:
FTLN 1088 So many hours must I tend my flock,
FTLN 1089 So many hours must I take my rest,
FTLN 1090 So many hours must I contemplate,
FTLN 1091 So many hours must I sport myself,
FTLN 109235 So many days my ewes have been with young,
FTLN 1093 So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean,
FTLN 1094 So many years ere I shall shear the fleece;
FTLN 1095 So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
FTLN 1096 Passed over to the end they were created,
FTLN 109740 Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
FTLN 1098 Ah, what a life were this! How sweet, how lovely!
FTLN 1099 Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade
FTLN 1100 To shepherds looking on their silly sheep
FTLN 1101 Than doth a rich embroidered canopy
FTLN 110245 To kings that fear their subjects’ treachery?
FTLN 1103 O yes, it doth, a thousandfold it doth.
FTLN 1104 And to conclude, the shepherd’s homely curds,
FTLN 1105 His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
FTLN 1106 His wonted sleep under a fresh tree’s shade,
FTLN 110750 All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,
FTLN 1108 Is far beyond a prince’s delicates—
FTLN 1109 His viands sparkling in a golden cup,
FTLN 1110 His body couchèd in a curious bed—
FTLN 1111 When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.

Alarum. Enter at one door a Son that hath killed his
Father, editorial emendationcarrying the body.editorial emendation

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ACT 2. SC. 5

FTLN 111255 Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
FTLN 1113 This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight,
FTLN 1114 May be possessèd with some store of crowns,
FTLN 1115 And I, that haply take them from him now,
FTLN 1116 May yet ere night yield both my life and them
FTLN 111760 To some man else, as this dead man doth me.
FTLN 1118 Who’s this? O God! It is my father’s face,
FTLN 1119 Whom in this conflict I unwares have killed.
FTLN 1120 O heavy times, begetting such events!
FTLN 1121 From London by the King was I pressed forth.
FTLN 112265 My father, being the Earl of Warwick’s man,
FTLN 1123 Came on the part of York, pressed by his master.
FTLN 1124 And I, who at his hands received my life,
FTLN 1125 Have by my hands of life bereavèd him.
FTLN 1126 Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did;
FTLN 112770 And pardon, father, for I knew not thee.
FTLN 1128 My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks,
FTLN 1129 And no more words till they have flowed their fill.
editorial emendationHe weeps.editorial emendation
FTLN 1130 O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
FTLN 1131 Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,
FTLN 113275 Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.
FTLN 1133 Weep, wretched man. I’ll aid thee tear for tear,
FTLN 1134 And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,
FTLN 1135 Be blind with tears and break, o’ercharged with grief.

Enter at another door a Father that hath killed his Son,
bearing of his editorial emendationSon’s body.editorial emendation

FTLN 1136 Thou that so stoutly hath resisted me,
FTLN 113780 Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold,
FTLN 1138 For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
FTLN 1139 But let me see: is this our foeman’s face?
FTLN 1140 Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!

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ACT 2. SC. 5

FTLN 1141 Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,
FTLN 114285 Throw up thine eye! See, see, what showers arise,
FTLN 1143 Blown with the windy tempest of my heart
FTLN 1144 Upon thy wounds, that kills mine eye and heart!
FTLN 1145 O, pity God this miserable age!
FTLN 1146 What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
FTLN 114790 Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural
FTLN 1148 This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
FTLN 1149 O, boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
FTLN 1150 And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
FTLN 1151 Woe above woe, grief more than common grief!
FTLN 115295 O, that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!
FTLN 1153 O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!
FTLN 1154 The red rose and the white are on his face,
FTLN 1155 The fatal colors of our striving houses;
FTLN 1156 The one his purple blood right well resembles,
FTLN 1157100 The other his pale cheeks methinks presenteth.
FTLN 1158 Wither one rose and let the other flourish;
FTLN 1159 If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
FTLN 1160 How will my mother for a father’s death
FTLN 1161 Take on with me and ne’er be satisfied!
FTLN 1162105 How will my wife for slaughter of my son
FTLN 1163 Shed seas of tears and ne’er be satisfied!
FTLN 1164 How will the country for these woeful chances
FTLN 1165 Misthink the King and not be satisfied!
FTLN 1166 Was ever son so rued a father’s death?
FTLN 1167110 Was ever father so bemoaned his son?
FTLN 1168 Was ever king so grieved for subjects’ woe?
FTLN 1169 Much is your sorrow, mine ten times so much.

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ACT 2. SC. 5

FTLN 1170 I’ll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.
editorial emendationHe exits, bearing the body.editorial emendation
FTLN 1171 These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;
FTLN 1172115 My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulcher,
FTLN 1173 For from my heart thine image ne’er shall go.
FTLN 1174 My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
FTLN 1175 And so obsequious will thy father be
FTLN 1176 editorial emendationE’eneditorial emendation for the loss of thee, having no more,
FTLN 1177120 As Priam was for all his valiant sons.
FTLN 1178 I’ll bear thee hence, and let them fight that will,
FTLN 1179 For I have murdered where I should not kill.
He exits, editorial emendationbearing the body.editorial emendation
FTLN 1180 Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,
FTLN 1181 Here sits a king more woeful than you are.

Alarums. Excursions. Enter Queen editorial emendationMargaret,editorial emendation Prince
editorial emendationEdward,editorial emendation and Exeter, editorial emendationall wearing the red rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 1182125 Fly, father, fly, for all your friends are fled,
FTLN 1183 And Warwick rages like a chafèd bull.
FTLN 1184 Away, for Death doth hold us in pursuit.
FTLN 1185 Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain.
FTLN 1186 Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
FTLN 1187130 Having the fearful flying hare in sight,
FTLN 1188 With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath
FTLN 1189 And bloody steel grasped in their ireful hands,
FTLN 1190 Are at our backs, and therefore hence amain.
FTLN 1191 Away, for Vengeance comes along with them.
FTLN 1192135 Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
FTLN 1193 Or else come after; I’ll away before.

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ACT 2. SC. 6

FTLN 1194 Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter;
FTLN 1195 Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
FTLN 1196 Whither the Queen intends. Forward, away!
They exit.

editorial emendationScene 6editorial emendation
A loud alarum. Enter Clifford,
editorial emendationwearing the red rose,editorial emendation wounded.

FTLN 1197 Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
FTLN 1198 Which whiles it lasted gave King Henry light.
FTLN 1199 O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow
FTLN 1200 More than my body’s parting with my soul!
FTLN 12015 My love and fear glued many friends to thee;
FTLN 1202 And now I fall, thy tough commixtures melts,
FTLN 1203 Impairing Henry, strength’ning misproud York;
FTLN 1204 And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?
FTLN 1205 And who shines now but Henry’s enemies?
FTLN 120610 O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent
FTLN 1207 That Phaëton should check thy fiery steeds,
FTLN 1208 Thy burning car never had scorched the Earth!
FTLN 1209 And Henry, hadst thou swayed as kings should do,
FTLN 1210 Or as thy father and his father did,
FTLN 121115 Giving no ground unto the house of York,
FTLN 1212 They never then had sprung like summer flies;
FTLN 1213 I and ten thousand in this luckless realm
FTLN 1214 Had left no mourning widows for our death,
FTLN 1215 And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.
FTLN 121620 For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?
FTLN 1217 And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?
FTLN 1218 Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;
FTLN 1219 No way to fly, no strength to hold out flight.
FTLN 1220 The foe is merciless and will not pity,

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ACT 2. SC. 6

FTLN 122125 For at their hands I have deserved no pity.
FTLN 1222 The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
FTLN 1223 And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.
FTLN 1224 Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest.
FTLN 1225 I stabbed your fathers’ bosoms; split my breast.
editorial emendationHe faints.editorial emendation

Alarum and retreat. Enter Edward, Warwick,
Richard, and Soldiers, Montague, and editorial emendationGeorge,editorial emendation
editorial emendationall wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 122630 Now breathe we, lords. Good fortune bids us pause
FTLN 1227 And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
FTLN 1228 Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen
FTLN 1229 That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
FTLN 1230 As doth a sail filled with a fretting gust
FTLN 123135 Command an argosy to stem the waves.
FTLN 1232 But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
FTLN 1233 No, ’tis impossible he should escape,
FTLN 1234 For, though before his face I speak the words,
FTLN 1235 Your brother Richard marked him for the grave,
FTLN 123640 And wheresoe’er he is, he’s surely dead.
Clifford groans, editorial emendationand dies.editorial emendation
FTLN 1237 Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?
FTLN 1238 A deadly groan, like life and death’s departing.
editorial emendationEDWARDeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1239 See who it is; and, now the battle’s ended,
FTLN 1240 If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
FTLN 124145 Revoke that doom of mercy, for ’tis Clifford,
FTLN 1242 Who not contented that he lopped the branch
FTLN 1243 In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,
FTLN 1244 But set his murd’ring knife unto the root

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ACT 2. SC. 6

FTLN 1245 From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,
FTLN 124650 I mean our princely father, Duke of York.
FTLN 1247 From off the gates of York fetch down the head,
FTLN 1248 Your father’s head, which Clifford placèd there;
FTLN 1249 Instead whereof let this supply the room.
FTLN 1250 Measure for measure must be answerèd.
FTLN 125155 Bring forth that fatal screech owl to our house
FTLN 1252 That nothing sung but death to us and ours;
FTLN 1253 Now death shall stop his dismal threat’ning sound,
FTLN 1254 And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.
FTLN 1255 I think editorial emendationhiseditorial emendation understanding is bereft.—
FTLN 125660 Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to
FTLN 1257 thee?—
FTLN 1258 Dark cloudy death o’ershades his beams of life,
FTLN 1259 And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.
FTLN 1260 O, would he did—and so, perhaps, he doth!
FTLN 126165 ’Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
FTLN 1262 Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
FTLN 1263 Which in the time of death he gave our father.
FTLN 1264 If so thou think’st, vex him with eager words.
FTLN 1265 Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.
FTLN 126670 Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
FTLN 1267 Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
FTLN 1268 While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
FTLN 1269 Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.

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ACT 2. SC. 6

FTLN 1270 Thou pitied’st Rutland; I will pity thee.
FTLN 127175 Where’s Captain Margaret to fence you now?
FTLN 1272 They mock thee, Clifford; swear as thou wast wont.
FTLN 1273 What, not an oath? Nay, then, the world goes hard
FTLN 1274 When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.
FTLN 1275 I know by that he’s dead; and, by my soul,
FTLN 127680 If this right hand would buy editorial emendationbuteditorial emendation two hours’ life
FTLN 1277 That I in all despite might rail at him,
FTLN 1278 This hand should chop it off, and with the issuing
FTLN 1279 blood
FTLN 1280 Stifle the villain whose unstaunchèd thirst
FTLN 128185 York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
FTLN 1282 Ay, but he’s dead. Off with the traitor’s head,
FTLN 1283 And rear it in the place your father’s stands.
FTLN 1284 And now to London with triumphant march,
FTLN 1285 There to be crownèd England’s royal king,
FTLN 128690 From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France
FTLN 1287 And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen;
FTLN 1288 So shalt thou sinew both these lands together,
FTLN 1289 And having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread
FTLN 1290 The scattered foe that hopes to rise again;
FTLN 129195 For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
FTLN 1292 Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.
FTLN 1293 First will I see the coronation,
FTLN 1294 And then to Brittany I’ll cross the sea
FTLN 1295 To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
FTLN 1296100 Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
FTLN 1297 For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,
FTLN 1298 And never will I undertake the thing
FTLN 1299 Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.—

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ACT 2. SC. 6

FTLN 1300 Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,
FTLN 1301105 And George, of Clarence. Warwick as ourself
FTLN 1302 Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.
FTLN 1303 Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester,
FTLN 1304 For Gloucester’s dukedom is too ominous.
FTLN 1305 Tut, that’s a foolish observation.
FTLN 1306110 Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,
FTLN 1307 To see these honors in possession.
They exit, editorial emendationwith Clifford’s body.editorial emendation

editorial emendationACT 3editorial emendation
editorial emendationScene 1editorial emendation
Enter editorial emendationtwo Gamekeepers,editorial emendation
with crossbows in their hands.

FTLN 1308 Under this thick-grown brake we’ll shroud ourselves,
FTLN 1309 For through this laund anon the deer will come;
FTLN 1310 And in this covert will we make our stand,
FTLN 1311 Culling the principal of all the deer.
FTLN 13125 I’ll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
FTLN 1313 That cannot be. The noise of thy crossbow
FTLN 1314 Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
FTLN 1315 Here stand we both, and aim we at the best.
FTLN 1316 And for the time shall not seem tedious,
FTLN 131710 I’ll tell thee what befell me on a day
FTLN 1318 In this self place where now we mean to stand.
FTLN 1319 Here comes a man; let’s stay till he be past.

Enter King editorial emendationHenry, in disguise,editorial emendation with a prayer book.

FTLN 1320 From Scotland am I stol’n, even of pure love,
FTLN 1321 To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
FTLN 132215 No, Harry, Harry, ’tis no land of thine!
FTLN 1323 Thy place is filled, thy scepter wrung from thee,

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ACT 3. SC. 1

FTLN 1324 Thy balm washed off wherewith thou editorial emendationwasteditorial emendation anointed.
FTLN 1325 No bending knee will call thee Caesar now,
FTLN 1326 No humble suitors press to speak for right,
FTLN 132720 No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
FTLN 1328 For how can I help them an not myself?
FIRST GAMEKEEPER , editorial emendationaside to Second Gamekeepereditorial emendation 
FTLN 1329 Ay, here’s a deer whose skin’s a keeper’s fee.
FTLN 1330 This is the quondam king. Let’s seize upon him.
FTLN 1331 Let me embrace the sour adversaries,
FTLN 133225 For wise men say it is the wisest course.
SECOND GAMEKEEPER , editorial emendationaside to First Gamekeepereditorial emendation 
FTLN 1333 Why linger we? Let us lay hands upon him.
FIRST GAMEKEEPER , editorial emendationaside to Second Gamekeepereditorial emendation 
FTLN 1334 Forbear awhile; we’ll hear a little more.
FTLN 1335 My queen and son are gone to France for aid,
FTLN 1336 And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
FTLN 133730 Is thither gone to crave the French king’s sister
FTLN 1338 To wife for Edward. If this news be true,
FTLN 1339 Poor queen and son, your labor is but lost,
FTLN 1340 For Warwick is a subtle orator,
FTLN 1341 And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
FTLN 134235 By this account, then, Margaret may win him,
FTLN 1343 For she’s a woman to be pitied much.
FTLN 1344 Her sighs will make a batt’ry in his breast,
FTLN 1345 Her tears will pierce into a marble heart.
FTLN 1346 The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn,
FTLN 134740 And Nero will be tainted with remorse
FTLN 1348 To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
FTLN 1349 Ay, but she’s come to beg, Warwick to give;
FTLN 1350 She on his left side craving aid for Henry;
FTLN 1351 He on his right asking a wife for Edward.
FTLN 135245 She weeps and says her Henry is deposed;
FTLN 1353 He smiles and says his Edward is installed;
FTLN 1354 That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more,

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ACT 3. SC. 1

FTLN 1355 Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
FTLN 1356 Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
FTLN 135750 And in conclusion wins the King from her
FTLN 1358 With promise of his sister and what else
FTLN 1359 To strengthen and support King Edward’s place.
FTLN 1360 O Margaret, thus ’twill be, and thou, poor soul,
FTLN 1361 Art then forsaken, as thou went’st forlorn.
FTLN 136255 Say, what art thou editorial emendationthateditorial emendation talk’st of kings and queens?
FTLN 1363 More than I seem, and less than I was born to:
FTLN 1364 A man at least, for less I should not be;
FTLN 1365 And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
FTLN 1366 Ay, but thou talk’st as if thou wert a king.
FTLN 136760 Why, so I am in mind, and that’s enough.
FTLN 1368 But if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
FTLN 1369 My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
FTLN 1370 Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
FTLN 1371 Nor to be seen. My crown is called content;
FTLN 137265 A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
FTLN 1373 Well, if you be a king crowned with content,
FTLN 1374 Your crown content and you must be contented
FTLN 1375 To go along with us. For, as we think,
FTLN 1376 You are the king King Edward hath deposed;
FTLN 137770 And we his subjects sworn in all allegiance
FTLN 1378 Will apprehend you as his enemy.
FTLN 1379 But did you never swear and break an oath?
FTLN 1380 No, never such an oath, nor will not now.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 3. SC. 1

FTLN 1381 Where did you dwell when I was King of England?
FTLN 138275 Here in this country, where we now remain.
FTLN 1383 I was anointed king at nine months old.
FTLN 1384 My father and my grandfather were kings,
FTLN 1385 And you were sworn true subjects unto me.
FTLN 1386 And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?
FTLN 138780 No, for we were subjects but while you were king.
FTLN 1388 Why, am I dead? Do I not breathe a man?
FTLN 1389 Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear.
FTLN 1390 Look as I blow this feather from my face
FTLN 1391 And as the air blows it to me again,
FTLN 139285 Obeying with my wind when I do blow
FTLN 1393 And yielding to another when it blows,
FTLN 1394 Commanded always by the greater gust,
FTLN 1395 Such is the lightness of you common men.
FTLN 1396 But do not break your oaths, for of that sin
FTLN 139790 My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
FTLN 1398 Go where you will, the King shall be commanded,
FTLN 1399 And be you kings: command, and I’ll obey.
FTLN 1400 We are true subjects to the King, King Edward.
FTLN 1401 So would you be again to Henry
FTLN 140295 If he were seated as King Edward is.
FTLN 1403 We charge you in God’s name and the King’s
FTLN 1404 To go with us unto the officers.
FTLN 1405 In God’s name, lead. Your king’s name be obeyed,
FTLN 1406 And what God will, that let your king perform.
FTLN 1407100 And what he will, I humbly yield unto.
They exit.

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ACT 3. SC. 2

editorial emendationScene 2editorial emendation
Enter King Edward, editorial emendationRichard, Duke ofeditorial emendation Gloucester,
editorial emendationGeorge, Duke ofeditorial emendation Clarence, Lady Grey,
editorial emendationand Attendants.editorial emendation

FTLN 1408 Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Albans field
FTLN 1409 This lady’s husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,
FTLN 1410 His land then seized on by the conqueror.
FTLN 1411 Her suit is now to repossess those lands,
FTLN 14125 Which we in justice cannot well deny,
FTLN 1413 Because in quarrel of the house of York
FTLN 1414 The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
FTLN 1415 Your Highness shall do well to grant her suit;
FTLN 1416 It were dishonor to deny it her.
FTLN 141710 It were no less, but yet I’ll make a pause.
RICHARD , editorial emendationaside to Clarenceeditorial emendation  FTLN 1418Yea, is it so?
FTLN 1419 I see the lady hath a thing to grant
FTLN 1420 Before the King will grant her humble suit.
CLARENCE , editorial emendationformerly GEORGE, aside to Richardeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1421 He knows the game; how true he keeps the wind!
RICHARD , editorial emendationaside to Clarenceeditorial emendation  FTLN 142215Silence!
FTLN 1423 Widow, we will consider of your suit,
FTLN 1424 And come some other time to know our mind.
FTLN 1425 Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay.
FTLN 1426 May it please your Highness to resolve me now,
FTLN 142720 And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.
RICHARD , editorial emendationaside to Clarenceeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1428 Ay, widow? Then I’ll warrant you all your lands,
FTLN 1429 An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
FTLN 1430 Fight closer, or, good faith, you’ll catch a blow.

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ACT 3. SC. 2

CLARENCE , editorial emendationaside to Richardeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1431 I fear her not, unless she chance to fall.
RICHARD , editorial emendationaside to Clarenceeditorial emendation 
FTLN 143225 God forbid that, for he’ll take vantages.
FTLN 1433 How many children hast thou, widow? Tell me.
CLARENCE , editorial emendationaside to Richardeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1434 I think he means to beg a child of her.
RICHARD , editorial emendationaside to Clarenceeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1435 Nay, then, whip me; he’ll rather give her two.
LADY GREY  FTLN 1436Three, my most gracious lord.
RICHARD , editorial emendationaside to Clarenceeditorial emendation 
FTLN 143730 You shall have four if you’ll be ruled by him.
FTLN 1438 ’Twere pity they should lose their father’s lands.
FTLN 1439 Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
FTLN 1440 Lords, give us leave. I’ll try this widow’s wit.
editorial emendationRichard and Clarence stand aside.editorial emendation
RICHARD , editorial emendationaside to Clarenceeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1441 Ay, good leave have you, for you will have leave
FTLN 144235 Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
FTLN 1443 Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
FTLN 1444 Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
FTLN 1445 And would you not do much to do them good?
FTLN 1446 To do them good I would sustain some harm.
FTLN 144740 Then get your husband’s lands to do them good.
FTLN 1448 Therefore I came unto your Majesty.

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ACT 3. SC. 2

FTLN 1449 I’ll tell you how these lands are to be got.
FTLN 1450 So shall you bind me to your Highness’ service.
FTLN 1451 What service wilt thou do me if I give them?
FTLN 145245 What you command that rests in me to do.
FTLN 1453 But you will take exceptions to my boon.
FTLN 1454 No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
FTLN 1455 Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
FTLN 1456 Why, then, I will do what your Grace commands.
RICHARD , editorial emendationaside to Clarenceeditorial emendation 
FTLN 145750 He plies her hard, and much rain wears the marble.
CLARENCE , editorial emendationaside to Richardeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1458 As red as fire! Nay, then, her wax must melt.
FTLN 1459 Why stops my lord? Shall I not hear my task?
FTLN 1460 An easy task; ’tis but to love a king.
FTLN 1461 That’s soon performed because I am a subject.
FTLN 146255 Why, then, thy husband’s lands I freely give thee.
FTLN 1463 I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
editorial emendationShe curtsies and begins to exit.editorial emendation
RICHARD , editorial emendationaside to Clarenceeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1464 The match is made; she seals it with a cursy.
FTLN 1465 But stay thee; ’tis the fruits of love I mean.

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ACT 3. SC. 2

FTLN 1466 The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
FTLN 146760 Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
FTLN 1468 What love, think’st thou, I sue so much to get?
FTLN 1469 My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers,
FTLN 1470 That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
FTLN 1471 No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
FTLN 147265 Why, then, you mean not as I thought you did.
FTLN 1473 But now you partly may perceive my mind.
FTLN 1474 My mind will never grant what I perceive
FTLN 1475 Your Highness aims at, if I aim aright.
FTLN 1476 To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
FTLN 147770 To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
FTLN 1478 Why, then, thou shalt not have thy husband’s lands.
FTLN 1479 Why, then, mine honesty shall be my dower,
FTLN 1480 For by that loss I will not purchase them.
FTLN 1481 Therein thou wrong’st thy children mightily.
FTLN 148275 Herein your Highness wrongs both them and me.
FTLN 1483 But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
FTLN 1484 Accords not with the sadness of my suit.
FTLN 1485 Please you dismiss me either with ay or no.
FTLN 1486 Ay, if thou wilt say “ay” to my request;
FTLN 148780 No, if thou dost say “no” to my demand.

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FTLN 1488 Then no, my lord; my suit is at an end.
RICHARD , editorial emendationaside to Clarenceeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1489 The widow likes him not; she knits her brows.
CLARENCE , editorial emendationaside to Richardeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1490 He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.
KING EDWARD , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1491 Her looks doth argue her replete with modesty;
FTLN 149285 Her words doth show her wit incomparable;
FTLN 1493 All her perfections challenge sovereignty.
FTLN 1494 One way or other, she is for a king,
FTLN 1495 And she shall be my love or else my queen.—
FTLN 1496 Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?
FTLN 149790 ’Tis better said than done, my gracious lord.
FTLN 1498 I am a subject fit to jest withal,
FTLN 1499 But far unfit to be a sovereign.
FTLN 1500 Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee
FTLN 1501 I speak no more than what my soul intends,
FTLN 150295 And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
FTLN 1503 And that is more than I will yield unto.
FTLN 1504 I know I am too mean to be your queen
FTLN 1505 And yet too good to be your concubine.
FTLN 1506 You cavil, widow; I did mean my queen.
FTLN 1507100 ’Twill grieve your Grace my sons should call you
FTLN 1508 father.
FTLN 1509 No more than when my daughters call thee mother.
FTLN 1510 Thou art a widow and thou hast some children,
FTLN 1511 And, by God’s mother, I, being but a bachelor,
FTLN 1512105 Have other some. Why, ’tis a happy thing
FTLN 1513 To be the father unto many sons.
FTLN 1514 Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.

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RICHARD , editorial emendationaside to Clarenceeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1515 The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.
CLARENCE , editorial emendationaside to Richardeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1516 When he was made a shriver, ’twas for shift.
FTLN 1517110 Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
FTLN 1518 The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
FTLN 1519 You’d think it strange if I should marry her.
FTLN 1520 To who, my lord?
KING EDWARD  FTLN 1521 Why, Clarence, to myself.
FTLN 1522115 That would be ten days’ wonder at the least.
FTLN 1523 That’s a day longer than a wonder lasts.
FTLN 1524 By so much is the wonder in extremes.
FTLN 1525 Well, jest on, brothers. I can tell you both
FTLN 1526 Her suit is granted for her husband’s lands.

Enter a Nobleman.

FTLN 1527120 My gracious lord, Henry, your foe, is taken
FTLN 1528 And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
FTLN 1529 See that he be conveyed unto the Tower.
editorial emendationNobleman exits.editorial emendation
FTLN 1530 And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
FTLN 1531 To question of his apprehension.—
FTLN 1532125 Widow, go you along.—Lords, use her editorial emendationhonorably.editorial emendation
They exit.
Richard remains.

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ACT 3. SC. 2

FTLN 1533 Ay, Edward will use women honorably!
FTLN 1534 Would he were wasted—marrow, bones, and all—
FTLN 1535 That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring
FTLN 1536 To cross me from the golden time I look for.
FTLN 1537130 And yet, between my soul’s desire and me,
FTLN 1538 The lustful Edward’s title burièd,
FTLN 1539 Is Clarence, Henry, and his son, young Edward,
FTLN 1540 And all the unlooked-for issue of their bodies
FTLN 1541 To take their rooms ere I can place myself.
FTLN 1542135 A cold premeditation for my purpose.
FTLN 1543 Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty
FTLN 1544 Like one that stands upon a promontory
FTLN 1545 And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
FTLN 1546 Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
FTLN 1547140 And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
FTLN 1548 Saying he’ll lade it dry to have his way.
FTLN 1549 So do I wish the crown, being so far off,
FTLN 1550 And so I chide the means that keeps me from it,
FTLN 1551 And so, I say, I’ll cut the causes off,
FTLN 1552145 Flattering me with impossibilities.
FTLN 1553 My eye’s too quick, my heart o’erweens too much,
FTLN 1554 Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
FTLN 1555 Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard,
FTLN 1556 What other pleasure can the world afford?
FTLN 1557150 I’ll make my heaven in a lady’s lap
FTLN 1558 And deck my body in gay ornaments,
FTLN 1559 And ’witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
FTLN 1560 O miserable thought, and more unlikely
FTLN 1561 Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
FTLN 1562155 Why, Love forswore me in my mother’s womb,
FTLN 1563 And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
FTLN 1564 She did corrupt frail Nature with some bribe
FTLN 1565 To shrink mine arm up like a withered shrub;
FTLN 1566 To make an envious mountain on my back,

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FTLN 1567160 Where sits Deformity to mock my body;
FTLN 1568 To shape my legs of an unequal size;
FTLN 1569 To disproportion me in every part,
FTLN 1570 Like to a chaos, or an unlicked bear-whelp,
FTLN 1571 That carries no impression like the dam.
FTLN 1572165 And am I then a man to be beloved?
FTLN 1573 O monstrous fault to harbor such a thought!
FTLN 1574 Then, since this Earth affords no joy to me
FTLN 1575 But to command, to check, to o’erbear such
FTLN 1576 As are of better person than myself,
FTLN 1577170 I’ll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
FTLN 1578 And, whiles I live, t’ account this world but hell
FTLN 1579 Until my misshaped trunk that bears this head
FTLN 1580 Be round impalèd with a glorious crown.
FTLN 1581 And yet I know not how to get the crown,
FTLN 1582175 For many lives stand between me and home;
FTLN 1583 And I, like one lost in a thorny wood,
FTLN 1584 That rents the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
FTLN 1585 Seeking a way and straying from the way,
FTLN 1586 Not knowing how to find the open air,
FTLN 1587180 But toiling desperately to find it out,
FTLN 1588 Torment myself to catch the English crown.
FTLN 1589 And from that torment I will free myself
FTLN 1590 Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
FTLN 1591 Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
FTLN 1592185 And cry “Content” to that which grieves my heart,
FTLN 1593 And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
FTLN 1594 And frame my face to all occasions.
FTLN 1595 I’ll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
FTLN 1596 I’ll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
FTLN 1597190 I’ll play the orator as well as Nestor,
FTLN 1598 Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could,
FTLN 1599 And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
FTLN 1600 I can add colors to the chameleon,
FTLN 1601 Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,

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FTLN 1602195 And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
FTLN 1603 Can I do this and cannot get a crown?
FTLN 1604 Tut, were it farther off, I’ll pluck it down.
He exits.

editorial emendationScene 3editorial emendation
Flourish. Enter Lewis the French king, his sister
editorial emendationthe Ladyeditorial emendation Bona, his Admiral called Bourbon,
Prince Edward, Queen Margaret, and the Earl of Oxford,
editorial emendationthe last three wearing the red rose.editorial emendation

Lewis sits, and riseth up again.

FTLN 1605 Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,
FTLN 1606 Sit down with us. It ill befits thy state
FTLN 1607 And birth that thou shouldst stand while Lewis
FTLN 1608 doth sit.
FTLN 16095 No, mighty King of France. Now Margaret
FTLN 1610 Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve
FTLN 1611 Where kings command. I was, I must confess,
FTLN 1612 Great Albion’s queen in former golden days,
FTLN 1613 But now mischance hath trod my title down
FTLN 161410 And with dishonor laid me on the ground,
FTLN 1615 Where I must take like seat unto my fortune
FTLN 1616 And to my humble seat conform myself.
FTLN 1617 Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep
FTLN 1618 despair?
FTLN 161915 From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
FTLN 1620 And stops my tongue, while heart is drowned in cares.

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ACT 3. SC. 3

FTLN 1621 Whate’er it be, be thou still like thyself,
FTLN 1622 And sit thee by our side. Seats her by him.
FTLN 1623 Yield not thy neck
FTLN 162420 To Fortune’s yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
FTLN 1625 Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
FTLN 1626 Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief.
FTLN 1627 It shall be eased if France can yield relief.
FTLN 1628 Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts
FTLN 162925 And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
FTLN 1630 Now therefore be it known to noble Lewis
FTLN 1631 That Henry, sole possessor of my love,
FTLN 1632 Is, of a king, become a banished man
FTLN 1633 And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn;
FTLN 163430 While proud ambitious Edward, Duke of York,
FTLN 1635 Usurps the regal title and the seat
FTLN 1636 Of England’s true-anointed lawful king.
FTLN 1637 This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,
FTLN 1638 With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry’s heir,
FTLN 163935 Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;
FTLN 1640 And if thou fail us, all our hope is done.
FTLN 1641 Scotland hath will to help but cannot help;
FTLN 1642 Our people and our peers are both misled,
FTLN 1643 Our treasure seized, our soldiers put to flight,
FTLN 164440 And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
FTLN 1645 Renownèd queen, with patience calm the storm
FTLN 1646 While we bethink a means to break it off.
FTLN 1647 The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
FTLN 1648 The more I stay, the more I’ll succor thee.
FTLN 164945 O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.

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ACT 3. SC. 3

Enter Warwick, editorial emendationwearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 1650 And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
FTLN 1651 What’s he approacheth boldly to our presence?
FTLN 1652 Our Earl of Warwick, Edward’s greatest friend.
KING LEWIS , editorial emendationstandingeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1653 Welcome, brave Warwick. What brings thee to France?
He descends. She ariseth.
QUEEN MARGARET , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 165450 Ay, now begins a second storm to rise,
FTLN 1655 For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
FTLN 1656 From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
FTLN 1657 My lord and sovereign and thy vowèd friend,
FTLN 1658 I come in kindness and unfeignèd love,
FTLN 165955 First, to do greetings to thy royal person,
FTLN 1660 And then to crave a league of amity,
FTLN 1661 And, lastly, to confirm that amity
FTLN 1662 With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
FTLN 1663 That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,
FTLN 166460 To England’s king in lawful marriage.
QUEEN MARGARET , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1665 If that go forward, Henry’s hope is done.
WARWICK , speaking to editorial emendationLadyeditorial emendation Bona 
FTLN 1666 And, gracious madam, in our king’s behalf,
FTLN 1667 I am commanded, with your leave and favor,
FTLN 1668 Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue
FTLN 166965 To tell the passion of my sovereign’s heart,
FTLN 1670 Where fame, late ent’ring at his heedful ears,
FTLN 1671 Hath placed thy beauty’s image and thy virtue.
FTLN 1672 King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak
FTLN 1673 Before you answer Warwick. His demand
FTLN 167470 Springs not from Edward’s well-meant honest love,

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FTLN 1675 But from deceit, bred by necessity;
FTLN 1676 For how can tyrants safely govern home
FTLN 1677 Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
FTLN 1678 To prove him tyrant, this reason may suffice:
FTLN 167975 That Henry liveth still; but were he dead,
FTLN 1680 Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry’s son.
FTLN 1681 Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and
FTLN 1682 marriage
FTLN 1683 Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonor;
FTLN 168480 For though usurpers sway the rule awhile,
FTLN 1685 Yet heav’ns are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
FTLN 1686 Injurious Margaret!
PRINCE EDWARD  FTLN 1687 And why not “Queen”?
FTLN 1688 Because thy father Henry did usurp,
FTLN 168985 And thou no more art prince than she is queen.
FTLN 1690 Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,
FTLN 1691 Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
FTLN 1692 And after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,
FTLN 1693 Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;
FTLN 169490 And after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,
FTLN 1695 Who by his prowess conquerèd all France.
FTLN 1696 From these our Henry lineally descends.
FTLN 1697 Oxford, how haps it in this smooth discourse
FTLN 1698 You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
FTLN 169995 All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten.
FTLN 1700 Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.
FTLN 1701 But, for the rest: you tell a pedigree
FTLN 1702 Of threescore and two years, a silly time
FTLN 1703 To make prescription for a kingdom’s worth.
FTLN 1704100 Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,
FTLN 1705 Whom thou obeyed’st thirty and six years,
FTLN 1706 And not bewray thy treason with a blush?

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ACT 3. SC. 3

FTLN 1707 Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
FTLN 1708 Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
FTLN 1709105 For shame, leave Henry, and call Edward king.
FTLN 1710 Call him my king, by whose injurious doom
FTLN 1711 My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
FTLN 1712 Was done to death? And more than so, my father,
FTLN 1713 Even in the downfall of his mellowed years,
FTLN 1714110 When nature brought him to the door of death?
FTLN 1715 No, Warwick, no. While life upholds this arm,
FTLN 1716 This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
WARWICK  FTLN 1717And I the house of York.
FTLN 1718 Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,
FTLN 1719115 Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside
FTLN 1720 While I use further conference with Warwick.
They stand aloof.
QUEEN MARGARET , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1721 Heavens grant that Warwick’s words bewitch him
FTLN 1722 not.
FTLN 1723 Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
FTLN 1724120 Is Edward your true king? For I were loath
FTLN 1725 To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
FTLN 1726 Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honor.
FTLN 1727 But is he gracious in the people’s eye?
FTLN 1728 The more that Henry was unfortunate.
FTLN 1729125 Then further, all dissembling set aside,
FTLN 1730 Tell me for truth the measure of his love
FTLN 1731 Unto our sister Bona.

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ACT 3. SC. 3

WARWICK  FTLN 1732 Such it seems
FTLN 1733 As may beseem a monarch like himself.
FTLN 1734130 Myself have often heard him say and swear
FTLN 1735 That this his love was an editorial emendationeternaleditorial emendation plant,
FTLN 1736 Whereof the root was fixed in virtue’s ground,
FTLN 1737 The leaves and fruit maintained with beauty’s sun,
FTLN 1738 Exempt from envy but not from disdain,
FTLN 1739135 Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
FTLN 1740 Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
FTLN 1741 Your grant or your denial shall be mine.
FTLN 1742  (Speaks to Warwick.) Yet I confess that often ere this
FTLN 1743 day,
FTLN 1744140 When I have heard your king’s desert recounted,
FTLN 1745 Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.
FTLN 1746 Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward’s.
FTLN 1747 And now forthwith shall articles be drawn
FTLN 1748 Touching the jointure that your king must make,
FTLN 1749145 Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised.—
FTLN 1750 Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness
FTLN 1751 That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
FTLN 1752 To Edward, but not to the English king.
FTLN 1753 Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device
FTLN 1754150 By this alliance to make void my suit.
FTLN 1755 Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry’s friend.
FTLN 1756 And still is friend to him and Margaret.
FTLN 1757 But if your title to the crown be weak,
FTLN 1758 As may appear by Edward’s good success,
FTLN 1759155 Then ’tis but reason that I be released
FTLN 1760 From giving aid which late I promisèd.

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ACT 3. SC. 3

FTLN 1761 Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand
FTLN 1762 That your estate requires and mine can yield.
FTLN 1763 Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease,
FTLN 1764160 Where, having nothing, nothing can he lose.—
FTLN 1765 And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,
FTLN 1766 You have a father able to maintain you,
FTLN 1767 And better ’twere you troubled him than France.
FTLN 1768 Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick,
FTLN 1769165 Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings!
FTLN 1770 I will not hence till with my talk and tears,
FTLN 1771 Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
FTLN 1772 Thy sly conveyance and thy lord’s false love,
FTLN 1773 For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.
Post blowing a horn within.
FTLN 1774170 Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.

Enter the Post.

POST  speaks to Warwick. 
FTLN 1775 My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,
FTLN 1776 Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague.
FTLN 1777  (To Lewis.) These from our king unto your Majesty.
FTLN 1778  (To Margaret.) And, madam, these for you—from
FTLN 1779175 whom, I know not. They all read their letters.
OXFORD , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1780 I like it well that our fair queen and mistress
FTLN 1781 Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
PRINCE EDWARD , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1782 Nay, mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled.
FTLN 1783 I hope all’s for the best.
FTLN 1784180 Warwick, what are thy news? And yours, fair queen?
FTLN 1785 Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.

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ACT 3. SC. 3

FTLN 1786 Mine, full of sorrow and heart’s discontent.
FTLN 1787 What, has your king married the Lady Grey,
FTLN 1788 And now, to soothe your forgery and his,
FTLN 1789185 Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?
FTLN 1790 Is this th’ alliance that he seeks with France?
FTLN 1791 Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
FTLN 1792 I told your Majesty as much before.
FTLN 1793 This proveth Edward’s love and Warwick’s honesty.
FTLN 1794190 King Lewis, I here protest in sight of heaven
FTLN 1795 And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,
FTLN 1796 That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward’s—
FTLN 1797 No more my king, for he dishonors me,
FTLN 1798 But most himself, if he could see his shame.
FTLN 1799195 Did I forget that by the house of York
FTLN 1800 My father came untimely to his death?
FTLN 1801 Did I let pass th’ abuse done to my niece?
FTLN 1802 Did I impale him with the regal crown?
FTLN 1803 Did I put Henry from his native right?
FTLN 1804200 And am I guerdoned at the last with shame?
FTLN 1805 Shame on himself, for my desert is honor!
FTLN 1806 And to repair my honor lost for him,
FTLN 1807 I here renounce him and return to Henry.
editorial emendationHe removes the white rose.editorial emendation
FTLN 1808 My noble queen, let former grudges pass,
FTLN 1809205 And henceforth I am thy true servitor.
FTLN 1810 I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona
FTLN 1811 And replant Henry in his former state.
FTLN 1812 Warwick, these words have turned my hate to love,
FTLN 1813 And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
FTLN 1814210 And joy that thou becom’st King Henry’s friend.

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ACT 3. SC. 3

FTLN 1815 So much his friend, ay, his unfeignèd friend,
FTLN 1816 That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us
FTLN 1817 With some few bands of chosen soldiers,
FTLN 1818 I’ll undertake to land them on our coast
FTLN 1819215 And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
FTLN 1820 ’Tis not his new-made bride shall succor him.
FTLN 1821 And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
FTLN 1822 He’s very likely now to fall from him
FTLN 1823 For matching more for wanton lust than honor,
FTLN 1824220 Or than for strength and safety of our country.
FTLN 1825 Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged
FTLN 1826 But by thy help to this distressèd queen?
FTLN 1827 Renownèd prince, how shall poor Henry live
FTLN 1828 Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
FTLN 1829225 My quarrel and this English queen’s are one.
FTLN 1830 And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours.
FTLN 1831 And mine with hers and thine and Margaret’s.
FTLN 1832 Therefore at last I firmly am resolved
FTLN 1833 You shall have aid.
FTLN 1834230 Let me give humble thanks for all, at once.
FTLN 1835 Then, England’s messenger, return in post,
FTLN 1836 And tell false Edward, thy supposèd king,
FTLN 1837 That Lewis of France is sending over maskers
FTLN 1838 To revel it with him and his new bride.
FTLN 1839235 Thou seest what’s passed; go fear thy king withal.
FTLN 1840 Tell him, in hope he’ll prove a widower shortly,
FTLN 1841 I wear the willow garland for his sake.

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ACT 3. SC. 3

FTLN 1842 Tell him my mourning weeds are laid aside
FTLN 1843 And I am ready to put armor on.
FTLN 1844240 Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
FTLN 1845 And therefore I’ll uncrown him ere ’t be long.
FTLN 1846 There’s thy reward. editorial emendationGives money.editorial emendation
FTLN 1847 Be gone. Post exits.
KING LEWIS  FTLN 1848 But, Warwick,
FTLN 1849245 Thou and Oxford with five thousand men
FTLN 1850 Shall cross the seas and bid false Edward battle;
FTLN 1851 And as occasion serves, this noble queen
FTLN 1852 And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
FTLN 1853 Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt:
FTLN 1854250 What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
FTLN 1855 This shall assure my constant loyalty:
FTLN 1856 That if our queen and this young prince agree,
FTLN 1857 I’ll join mine eldest daughter, and my joy,
FTLN 1858 To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.
FTLN 1859255 Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.
FTLN 1860 Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous.
FTLN 1861 Therefore, delay not; give thy hand to Warwick,
FTLN 1862 And with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
FTLN 1863 That only Warwick’s daughter shall be thine.
FTLN 1864260 Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it,
FTLN 1865 And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
He gives his hand to Warwick.
FTLN 1866 Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,
FTLN 1867 And thou, Lord Bourbon, our High Admiral,
FTLN 1868 Shall waft them over with our royal fleet.
FTLN 1869265 I long till Edward fall by war’s mischance
FTLN 1870 For mocking marriage with a dame of France.

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ACT 3. SC. 3

All but Warwick exit.
FTLN 1871 I came from Edward as ambassador,
FTLN 1872 But I return his sworn and mortal foe.
FTLN 1873 Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
FTLN 1874270 But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
FTLN 1875 Had he none else to make a stale but me?
FTLN 1876 Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
FTLN 1877 I was the chief that raised him to the crown,
FTLN 1878 And I’ll be chief to bring him down again:
FTLN 1879275 Not that I pity Henry’s misery,
FTLN 1880 But seek revenge on Edward’s mockery.
He exits.

editorial emendationACT 4editorial emendation
editorial emendationScene 1editorial emendation
Enter Richard editorial emendationof Gloucester,editorial emendation Clarence, Somerset,
and Montague, editorial emendationall wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 1881 Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
FTLN 1882 Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
FTLN 1883 Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
FTLN 1884 Alas, you know ’tis far from hence to France.
FTLN 18855 How could he stay till Warwick made return?
FTLN 1886 My lords, forbear this talk. Here comes the King.
RICHARD  FTLN 1887And his well-chosen bride.
FTLN 1888 I mind to tell him plainly what I think.

Enter King Edward, editorial emendationwith Attendants,editorial emendation
Lady Grey, editorial emendationnow Queen Elizabeth,editorial emendation Pembroke, Stafford,
Hastings, editorial emendationand others, all wearing the white rose.editorial emendation
Four stand on one side, and four on the other.

FTLN 1889 Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,
FTLN 189010 That you stand pensive, as half malcontent?
FTLN 1891 As well as Lewis of France or the Earl of Warwick,

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ACT 4. SC. 1

FTLN 1892 Which are so weak of courage and in judgment
FTLN 1893 That they’ll take no offense at our abuse.
FTLN 1894 Suppose they take offense without a cause,
FTLN 189515 They are but Lewis and Warwick; I am Edward,
FTLN 1896 Your king and Warwick’s, and must have my will.
FTLN 1897 And shall have your will because our king.
FTLN 1898 Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
FTLN 1899 Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?
RICHARD  FTLN 190020Not I.
FTLN 1901 No, God forbid that I should wish them severed
FTLN 1902 Whom God hath joined together. Ay, and ’twere pity
FTLN 1903 To sunder them that yoke so well together.
FTLN 1904 Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,
FTLN 190525 Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey
FTLN 1906 Should not become my wife and England’s queen?
FTLN 1907 And you too, Somerset and Montague,
FTLN 1908 Speak freely what you think.
FTLN 1909 Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis
FTLN 191030 Becomes your enemy for mocking him
FTLN 1911 About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
FTLN 1912 And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
FTLN 1913 Is now dishonorèd by this new marriage.
FTLN 1914 What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased
FTLN 191535 By such invention as I can devise?
FTLN 1916 Yet to have joined with France in such alliance
FTLN 1917 Would more have strengthened this our
FTLN 1918 commonwealth
FTLN 1919 ’Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.

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ACT 4. SC. 1

FTLN 192040 Why, knows not Montague that of itself
FTLN 1921 England is safe, if true within itself?
FTLN 1922 But the safer when ’tis backed with France.
FTLN 1923 ’Tis better using France than trusting France.
FTLN 1924 Let us be backed with God and with the seas
FTLN 192545 Which He hath giv’n for fence impregnable,
FTLN 1926 And with their helps only defend ourselves.
FTLN 1927 In them and in ourselves our safety lies.
FTLN 1928 For this one speech, Lord Hastings well deserves
FTLN 1929 To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
FTLN 193050 Ay, what of that? It was my will and grant,
FTLN 1931 And for this once my will shall stand for law.
FTLN 1932 And yet methinks your Grace hath not done well
FTLN 1933 To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales
FTLN 1934 Unto the brother of your loving bride.
FTLN 193555 She better would have fitted me or Clarence;
FTLN 1936 But in your bride you bury brotherhood.
FTLN 1937 Or else you would not have bestowed the heir
FTLN 1938 Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife’s son,
FTLN 1939 And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
FTLN 194060 Alas, poor Clarence, is it for a wife
FTLN 1941 That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
FTLN 1942 In choosing for yourself you showed your judgment,
FTLN 1943 Which, being shallow, you shall give me leave
FTLN 1944 To play the broker in mine own behalf.
FTLN 194565 And to that end, I shortly mind to leave you.

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ACT 4. SC. 1

FTLN 1946 Leave me or tarry, Edward will be king
FTLN 1947 And not be tied unto his brother’s will.
FTLN 1948 My lords, before it pleased his Majesty
FTLN 1949 To raise my state to title of a queen,
FTLN 195070 Do me but right and you must all confess
FTLN 1951 That I was not ignoble of descent,
FTLN 1952 And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
FTLN 1953 But as this title honors me and mine,
FTLN 1954 So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,
FTLN 195575 Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
FTLN 1956 My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns.
FTLN 1957 What danger or what sorrow can befall thee
FTLN 1958 So long as Edward is thy constant friend
FTLN 1959 And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?
FTLN 196080 Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,
FTLN 1961 Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;
FTLN 1962 Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,
FTLN 1963 And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.
RICHARD , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 1964 I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.

Enter a Post.

FTLN 196585 Now, messenger, what letters or what news from
FTLN 1966 France?
FTLN 1967 My sovereign liege, no letters and few words
FTLN 1968 But such as I without your special pardon
FTLN 1969 Dare not relate.
FTLN 197090 Go to, we pardon thee. Therefore, in brief,
FTLN 1971 Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.
FTLN 1972 What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?

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ACT 4. SC. 1

FTLN 1973 At my depart, these were his very words:
FTLN 1974 “Go tell false Edward, the supposèd king,
FTLN 197595 That Lewis of France is sending over maskers
FTLN 1976 To revel it with him and his new bride.”
FTLN 1977 Is Lewis so brave? Belike he thinks me Henry.
FTLN 1978 But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?
FTLN 1979 These were her words, uttered with mild disdain:
FTLN 1980100 “Tell him, in hope he’ll prove a widower shortly,
FTLN 1981 I’ll wear the willow garland for his sake.”
FTLN 1982 I blame not her; she could say little less;
FTLN 1983 She had the wrong. But what said Henry’s queen?
FTLN 1984 For I have heard that she was there in place.
FTLN 1985105 “Tell him,” quoth she, “my mourning weeds are
FTLN 1986 done,
FTLN 1987 And I am ready to put armor on.”
FTLN 1988 Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
FTLN 1989 But what said Warwick to these injuries?
FTLN 1990110 He, more incensed against your Majesty
FTLN 1991 Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:
FTLN 1992 “Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
FTLN 1993 And therefore I’ll uncrown him ere ’t be long.”
FTLN 1994 Ha! Durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
FTLN 1995115 Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarned.
FTLN 1996 They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
FTLN 1997 But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
FTLN 1998 Ay, gracious sovereign, they are so linked in
FTLN 1999 friendship

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ACT 4. SC. 1

FTLN 2000120 That young Prince Edward marries Warwick’s
FTLN 2001 daughter.
CLARENCE , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2002 Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger.—
FTLN 2003 Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,
FTLN 2004 For I will hence to Warwick’s other daughter,
FTLN 2005125 That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
FTLN 2006 I may not prove inferior to yourself.
FTLN 2007 You that love me and Warwick, follow me.
Clarence exits, and Somerset follows.
RICHARD , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2008 Not I. My thoughts aim at a further matter:
FTLN 2009 I stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.
FTLN 2010130 Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick?
FTLN 2011 Yet am I armed against the worst can happen,
FTLN 2012 And haste is needful in this desp’rate case.
FTLN 2013 Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf
FTLN 2014 Go levy men and make prepare for war.
FTLN 2015135 They are already, or quickly will be, landed.
FTLN 2016 Myself in person will straight follow you.
Pembroke and Stafford exit.
FTLN 2017 But ere I go, Hastings and Montague,
FTLN 2018 Resolve my doubt: you twain, of all the rest,
FTLN 2019 Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance.
FTLN 2020140 Tell me if you love Warwick more than me.
FTLN 2021 If it be so, then both depart to him.
FTLN 2022 I rather wish you foes than hollow friends.
FTLN 2023 But if you mind to hold your true obedience,
FTLN 2024 Give me assurance with some friendly vow,
FTLN 2025145 That I may never have you in suspect.
FTLN 2026 So God help Montague as he proves true!
FTLN 2027 And Hastings as he favors Edward’s cause!

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ACT 4. SC. 2

FTLN 2028 Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
FTLN 2029 Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
FTLN 2030150 Why, so. Then am I sure of victory.
FTLN 2031 Now therefore let us hence and lose no hour
FTLN 2032 Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
They exit.

editorial emendationScene 2editorial emendation
Enter Warwick and Oxford in England,
editorial emendationwearing the red rose,editorial emendation with French Soldiers.

FTLN 2033 Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well.
FTLN 2034 The common people by numbers swarm to us.

Enter Clarence and Somerset.

FTLN 2035 But see where Somerset and Clarence comes.—
FTLN 2036 Speak suddenly, my lords: are we all friends?
CLARENCE  FTLN 20375Fear not that, my lord.
FTLN 2038 Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick,
FTLN 2039 And welcome, Somerset. I hold it cowardice
FTLN 2040 To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
FTLN 2041 Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love;
FTLN 204210 Else might I think that Clarence, Edward’s brother,
FTLN 2043 Were but a feignèd friend to our proceedings.
FTLN 2044 But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be
FTLN 2045 thine.
FTLN 2046 And now, what rests but, in night’s coverture
FTLN 204715 Thy brother being carelessly encamped,
FTLN 2048 His soldiers lurking in the town about,
FTLN 2049 And but attended by a simple guard,

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ACT 4. SC. 3

FTLN 2050 We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?
FTLN 2051 Our scouts have found the adventure very easy;
FTLN 205220 That, as Ulysses and stout Diomed
FTLN 2053 With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus’ tents
FTLN 2054 And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
FTLN 2055 So we, well covered with the night’s black mantle,
FTLN 2056 At unawares may beat down Edward’s guard
FTLN 205725 And seize himself. I say not “slaughter him,”
FTLN 2058 For I intend but only to surprise him.
FTLN 2059 You that will follow me to this attempt,
FTLN 2060 Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.
They all cry “Henry!”
FTLN 2061 Why then, let’s on our way in silent sort.
FTLN 206230 For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
They exit.

editorial emendationScene 3editorial emendation
Enter three Watchmen to guard editorial emendationKing Edward’seditorial emendation tent,
editorial emendationall wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 2063 Come on, my masters, each man take his stand.
FTLN 2064 The King by this is set him down to sleep.
SECOND WATCH  FTLN 2065What, will he not to bed?
FTLN 2066 Why, no, for he hath made a solemn vow
FTLN 20675 Never to lie and take his natural rest
FTLN 2068 Till Warwick or himself be quite suppressed.
FTLN 2069 Tomorrow, then, belike shall be the day,
FTLN 2070 If Warwick be so near as men report.
FTLN 2071 But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
FTLN 207210 That with the King here resteth in his tent?

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ACT 4. SC. 3

FTLN 2073 ’Tis the Lord Hastings, the King’s chiefest friend.
FTLN 2074 O, is it so? But why commands the King
FTLN 2075 That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
FTLN 2076 While he himself keeps in the cold field?
FTLN 207715 ’Tis the more honor, because more dangerous.
FTLN 2078 Ay, but give me worship and quietness;
FTLN 2079 I like it better than a dangerous honor.
FTLN 2080 If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
FTLN 2081 ’Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
FTLN 208220 Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
FTLN 2083 Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent
FTLN 2084 But to defend his person from night foes?

Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerset, editorial emendationall wearing
the red rose,editorial emendation and French Soldiers, silent all.

FTLN 2085 This is his tent, and see where stand his guard.
FTLN 2086 Courage, my masters. Honor, now or never!
FTLN 208725 But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
FIRST WATCH  FTLN 2088Who goes there?
SECOND WATCH  FTLN 2089Stay, or thou diest!
Warwick and the rest cry all “Warwick, Warwick!”
and set upon the guard, who fly, crying “Arm, Arm!”
Warwick and the rest following them.

The drum playing and trumpet sounding,
enter Warwick, Somerset, and the rest, bringing
King editorial emendationEdwardeditorial emendation out in his gown, sitting in a chair.

Richard and Hastings flies over the stage.

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ACT 4. SC. 3

FTLN 2090 What are they that fly there?
WARWICK  FTLN 2091 Richard and Hastings.
FTLN 209230 Let them go. Here is the Duke.
KING EDWARD  FTLN 2093 The Duke?
FTLN 2094 Why, Warwick, when we parted, thou call’dst me king.
WARWICK  FTLN 2095Ay, but the case is altered.
FTLN 2096 When you disgraced me in my embassade,
FTLN 209735 Then I degraded you from being king
FTLN 2098 And come now to create you Duke of York.
FTLN 2099 Alas, how should you govern any kingdom
FTLN 2100 That know not how to use ambassadors,
FTLN 2101 Nor how to be contented with one wife,
FTLN 210240 Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,
FTLN 2103 Nor how to study for the people’s welfare,
FTLN 2104 Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?
FTLN 2105 Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too?
FTLN 2106 Nay, then, I see that Edward needs must down.
FTLN 210745 Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance,
FTLN 2108 Of thee thyself and all thy complices,
FTLN 2109 Edward will always bear himself as king.
FTLN 2110 Though Fortune’s malice overthrow my state,
FTLN 2111 My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
FTLN 211250 Then for his mind be Edward England’s king,
Takes off his crown.
FTLN 2113 But Henry now shall wear the English crown
FTLN 2114 And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow.—
FTLN 2115 My lord of Somerset, at my request,
FTLN 2116 See that forthwith Duke Edward be conveyed
FTLN 211755 Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
FTLN 2118 When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
FTLN 2119 I’ll follow you and tell what answer
FTLN 2120 Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.—
FTLN 2121 Now for awhile farewell, good Duke of York.

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ACT 4. SC. 4

They editorial emendationbegin toeditorial emendation lead him out forcibly.
FTLN 212260 What Fates impose, that men must needs abide;
FTLN 2123 It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
editorial emendationSomerset and Soldierseditorial emendation exit, editorial emendationguarding King Edward.editorial emendation
FTLN 2124 What now remains, my lords, for us to do
FTLN 2125 But march to London with our soldiers?
FTLN 2126 Ay, that’s the first thing that we have to do,
FTLN 212765 To free King Henry from imprisonment
FTLN 2128 And see him seated in the regal throne.
editorial emendationTheyeditorial emendation exit.

editorial emendationScene 4editorial emendation
Enter Rivers and Queen editorial emendationElizabeth,
wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 2129 Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?
FTLN 2130 Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn
FTLN 2131 What late misfortune is befall’n King Edward?
FTLN 2132 What, loss of some pitched battle against Warwick?
FTLN 21335 No, but the loss of his own royal person.
RIVERS  FTLN 2134Then is my sovereign slain?
FTLN 2135 Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,
FTLN 2136 Either betrayed by falsehood of his guard
FTLN 2137 Or by his foe surprised at unawares;
FTLN 213810 And, as I further have to understand,
FTLN 2139 Is new committed to the Bishop of York,
FTLN 2140 Fell Warwick’s brother and by that our foe.

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ACT 4. SC. 4

FTLN 2141 These news I must confess are full of grief;
FTLN 2142 Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may.
FTLN 214315 Warwick may lose that now hath won the day.
FTLN 2144 Till then fair hope must hinder life’s decay;
FTLN 2145 And I the rather wean me from despair
FTLN 2146 For love of Edward’s offspring in my womb.
FTLN 2147 This is it that makes me bridle passion
FTLN 214820 And bear with mildness my misfortune’s cross.
FTLN 2149 Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
FTLN 2150 And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
FTLN 2151 Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
FTLN 2152 King Edward’s fruit, true heir to th’ English crown.
FTLN 215325 But, madam, where is Warwick then become?
FTLN 2154 I am informèd that he comes towards London
FTLN 2155 To set the crown once more on Henry’s head.
FTLN 2156 Guess thou the rest: King Edward’s friends must
FTLN 2157 down.
FTLN 215830 But to prevent the tyrant’s violence—
FTLN 2159 For trust not him that hath once broken faith—
FTLN 2160 I’ll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary
FTLN 2161 To save at least the heir of Edward’s right.
FTLN 2162 There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.
FTLN 216335 Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly.
FTLN 2164 If Warwick take us, we are sure to die.
They exit.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 4. SC. 5

editorial emendationScene 5editorial emendation
Enter Richard editorial emendationof Gloucester,editorial emendation Lord Hastings,
and Sir William Stanley, editorial emendationwith Soldiers,
all wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 2165 Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,
FTLN 2166 Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither
FTLN 2167 Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
FTLN 2168 Thus editorial emendationstandseditorial emendation the case: you know our king, my brother,
FTLN 21695 Is prisoner to the Bishop here, at whose hands
FTLN 2170 He hath good usage and great liberty,
FTLN 2171 And, often but attended with weak guard,
FTLN 2172 editorial emendationComeseditorial emendation hunting this way to disport himself.
FTLN 2173 I have advertised him by secret means
FTLN 217410 That, if about this hour he make this way
FTLN 2175 Under the color of his usual game,
FTLN 2176 He shall here find his friends with horse and men
FTLN 2177 To set him free from his captivity.

Enter King Edward, editorial emendationwearing the white rose,editorial emendation
and a Huntsman with him.

FTLN 2178 This way, my lord, for this way lies the game.
FTLN 217915 Nay, this way, man. See where the huntsmen stand.—
FTLN 2180 Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the
FTLN 2181 rest,
FTLN 2182 Stand you thus close to steal the Bishop’s deer?
FTLN 2183 Brother, the time and case requireth haste.
FTLN 218420 Your horse stands ready at the park corner.
KING EDWARD  FTLN 2185But whither shall we then?
FTLN 2186 To Lynn, my lord, and shipped from thence
FTLN 2187 to Flanders.

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ACT 4. SC. 6

FTLN 2188 Well guessed, believe me, for that was my meaning.
FTLN 218925 Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
FTLN 2190 But wherefore stay we? ’Tis no time to talk.
FTLN 2191 Huntsman, what sayst thou? Wilt thou go along?
FTLN 2192 Better do so than tarry and be hanged.
FTLN 2193 Come then, away! Let’s ha’ no more ado.
FTLN 219430 Bishop, farewell; shield thee from Warwick’s frown,
FTLN 2195 And pray that I may repossess the crown.
They exit.

editorial emendationScene 6editorial emendation
Flourish. Enter King Henry the Sixth, Clarence,
Warwick, Somerset, young Henry editorial emendationEarl of Richmond,editorial emendation
Oxford, Montague, editorial emendationall wearing the red rose,editorial emendation
and Lieutenant editorial emendationof the Tower.editorial emendation

FTLN 2196 Master lieutenant, now that God and friends
FTLN 2197 Have shaken Edward from the regal seat
FTLN 2198 And turned my captive state to liberty,
FTLN 2199 My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
FTLN 22005 At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
FTLN 2201 Subjects may challenge nothing of their sov’reigns,
FTLN 2202 But, if an humble prayer may prevail,
FTLN 2203 I then crave pardon of your Majesty.
FTLN 2204 For what, lieutenant? For well using me?

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 4. SC. 6

FTLN 220510 Nay, be thou sure I’ll well requite thy kindness,
FTLN 2206 For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure,
FTLN 2207 Ay, such a pleasure as encagèd birds
FTLN 2208 Conceive when, after many moody thoughts,
FTLN 2209 At last by notes of household harmony
FTLN 221015 They quite forget their loss of liberty.—
FTLN 2211 But, Warwick, after God thou sett’st me free,
FTLN 2212 And chiefly, therefore, I thank God and thee.
FTLN 2213 He was the author, thou the instrument.
FTLN 2214 Therefore, that I may conquer Fortune’s spite
FTLN 221520 By living low where Fortune cannot hurt me,
FTLN 2216 And that the people of this blessèd land
FTLN 2217 May not be punished with my thwarting stars,
FTLN 2218 Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
FTLN 2219 I here resign my government to thee,
FTLN 222025 For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
FTLN 2221 Your Grace hath still been famed for virtuous
FTLN 2222 And now may seem as wise as virtuous
FTLN 2223 By spying and avoiding Fortune’s malice,
FTLN 2224 For few men rightly temper with the stars.
FTLN 222530 Yet, in this one thing let me blame your Grace:
FTLN 2226 For choosing me when Clarence is in place.
FTLN 2227 No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
FTLN 2228 To whom the heav’ns in thy nativity
FTLN 2229 Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown
FTLN 223035 As likely to be blest in peace and war;
FTLN 2231 And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
FTLN 2232 And I choose Clarence only for Protector.
FTLN 2233 Warwick and Clarence, give me both your hands.
FTLN 2234 Now join your hands, and with your hands your
FTLN 223540 hearts,
FTLN 2236 That no dissension hinder government.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 4. SC. 6

editorial emendationHe joins their hands.editorial emendation
FTLN 2237 I make you both Protectors of this land,
FTLN 2238 While I myself will lead a private life
FTLN 2239 And in devotion spend my latter days,
FTLN 224045 To sin’s rebuke and my Creator’s praise.
FTLN 2241 What answers Clarence to his sovereign’s will?
FTLN 2242 That he consents, if Warwick yield consent,
FTLN 2243 For on thy fortune I repose myself.
FTLN 2244 Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content.
FTLN 224550 We’ll yoke together like a double shadow
FTLN 2246 To Henry’s body, and supply his place—
FTLN 2247 I mean, in bearing weight of government—
FTLN 2248 While he enjoys the honor and his ease.
FTLN 2249 And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful
FTLN 225055 Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor
FTLN 2251 And all his lands and goods editorial emendationbeeditorial emendation confiscate.
FTLN 2252 What else? And that succession be determinèd.
FTLN 2253 Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
FTLN 2254 But with the first of all your chief affairs
FTLN 225560 Let me entreat—for I command no more—
FTLN 2256 That Margaret your queen and my son Edward
FTLN 2257 Be sent for, to return from France with speed,
FTLN 2258 For till I see them here, by doubtful fear
FTLN 2259 My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.
FTLN 226065 It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
FTLN 2261 My lord of Somerset, what youth is that
FTLN 2262 Of whom you seem to have so tender care?

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ACT 4. SC. 6

FTLN 2263 My liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond.
KING HENRY , editorial emendationto Richmondeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2264 Come hither, England’s hope.
Lays his hand on editorial emendationRichmond’seditorial emendation head.
FTLN 226570 If secret powers
FTLN 2266 Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
FTLN 2267 This pretty lad will prove our country’s bliss.
FTLN 2268 His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
FTLN 2269 His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
FTLN 227075 His hand to wield a scepter, and himself
FTLN 2271 Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
FTLN 2272 Make much of him, my lords, for this is he
FTLN 2273 Must help you more than you are hurt by me.

Enter a Post.

WARWICK  FTLN 2274What news, my friend?
FTLN 227580 That Edward is escapèd from your brother
FTLN 2276 And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
FTLN 2277 Unsavory news! But how made he escape?
FTLN 2278 He was conveyed by Richard, Duke of Gloucester,
FTLN 2279 And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
FTLN 228085 In secret ambush on the forest side
FTLN 2281 And from the Bishop’s huntsmen rescued him,
FTLN 2282 For hunting was his daily exercise.
FTLN 2283 My brother was too careless of his charge.
FTLN 2284 But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
FTLN 228590 A salve for any sore that may betide.
All but Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford exit.
SOMERSET , editorial emendationto Oxfordeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2286 My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward’s,
FTLN 2287 For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,

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ACT 4. SC. 7

FTLN 2288 And we shall have more wars before ’t be long.
FTLN 2289 As Henry’s late presaging prophecy
FTLN 229095 Did glad my heart with hope of this young
FTLN 2291 Richmond,
FTLN 2292 So doth my heart misgive me in these conflicts
FTLN 2293 What may befall him, to his harm and ours.
FTLN 2294 Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
FTLN 2295100 Forthwith we’ll send him hence to Brittany
FTLN 2296 Till storms be past of civil enmity.
FTLN 2297 Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,
FTLN 2298 ’Tis like that Richmond, with the rest, shall down.
FTLN 2299 It shall be so. He shall to Brittany.
FTLN 2300105 Come, therefore, let’s about it speedily.
They exit.

editorial emendationScene 7editorial emendation
Flourish. Enter editorial emendationKingeditorial emendation Edward, Richard, Hastings,
and Soldiers, editorial emendationall wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 2301 Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest:
FTLN 2302 Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends,
FTLN 2303 And says that once more I shall interchange
FTLN 2304 My wanèd state for Henry’s regal crown.
FTLN 23055 Well have we passed, and now re-passed, the seas,
FTLN 2306 And brought desirèd help from Burgundy.
FTLN 2307 What then remains, we being thus arrived
FTLN 2308 From Ravenspurgh Haven before the gates of York,
FTLN 2309 But that we enter as into our dukedom?
editorial emendationHastings knocks at the gate.editorial emendation
FTLN 231010 The gates made fast? Brother, I like not this.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 4. SC. 7

FTLN 2311 For many men that stumble at the threshold
FTLN 2312 Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
FTLN 2313 Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us.
FTLN 2314 By fair or foul means we must enter in,
FTLN 231515 For hither will our friends repair to us.
FTLN 2316 My liege, I’ll knock once more to summon them.
editorial emendationHe knocks.editorial emendation

Enter on the walls the Mayor of York and his brethren,
editorial emendationthe Aldermen.editorial emendation

FTLN 2317 My lords, we were forewarnèd of your coming,
FTLN 2318 And shut the gates for safety of ourselves,
FTLN 2319 For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
FTLN 232020 But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,
FTLN 2321 Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of York.
FTLN 2322 True, my good lord, I know you for no less.
FTLN 2323 Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
FTLN 2324 As being well content with that alone.
RICHARD , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 232525 But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
FTLN 2326 He’ll soon find means to make the body follow.
FTLN 2327 Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
FTLN 2328 Open the gates. We are King Henry’s friends.
FTLN 2329 Ay, say you so? The gates shall then be opened.
He descends editorial emendationwith the Aldermen.editorial emendation
FTLN 233030 A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 4. SC. 7

FTLN 2331 The good old man would fain that all were well,
FTLN 2332 So ’twere not long of him; but being entered,
FTLN 2333 I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
FTLN 2334 Both him and all his brothers unto reason.

Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen.

FTLN 233535 So, master mayor, these gates must not be shut
FTLN 2336 But in the night or in the time of war.
FTLN 2337 What, fear not, man, but yield me up the keys.
Takes his keys.
FTLN 2338 For Edward will defend the town and thee
FTLN 2339 And all those friends that deign to follow me.

March. Enter Montgomery, with Drum and Soldiers.

FTLN 234040 Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
FTLN 2341 Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.
FTLN 2342 Welcome, Sir John. But why come you in arms?
FTLN 2343 To help King Edward in his time of storm,
FTLN 2344 As every loyal subject ought to do.
FTLN 234545 Thanks, good Montgomery. But we now forget
FTLN 2346 Our title to the crown, and only claim
FTLN 2347 Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest.
FTLN 2348 Then fare you well, for I will hence again.
FTLN 2349 I came to serve a king and not a duke.—
FTLN 235050 Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
The Drum begins to march.
FTLN 2351 Nay, stay, Sir John, a while, and we’ll debate
FTLN 2352 By what safe means the crown may be recovered.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 4. SC. 7

FTLN 2353 What talk you of debating? In few words,
FTLN 2354 If you’ll not here proclaim yourself our king,
FTLN 235555 I’ll leave you to your fortune and be gone
FTLN 2356 To keep them back that come to succor you.
FTLN 2357 Why shall we fight if you pretend no title?
FTLN 2358 Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
FTLN 2359 When we grow stronger, then we’ll make our claim.
FTLN 236060 Till then ’tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
FTLN 2361 Away with scrupulous wit! Now arms must rule.
FTLN 2362 And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
FTLN 2363 Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
FTLN 2364 The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
FTLN 236565 Then be it as you will, for ’tis my right,
FTLN 2366 And Henry but usurps the diadem.
FTLN 2367 Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself,
FTLN 2368 And now will I be Edward’s champion.
FTLN 2369 Sound, trumpet! Edward shall be here proclaimed.—
FTLN 237070 Come, fellow soldier, make thou proclamation.
Flourish. Sound.
SOLDIER  editorial emendationreadseditorial emendation  FTLN 2371Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of
FTLN 2372 God, King of England and France, and Lord of
FTLN 2373 Ireland, &c.

FTLN 2374 And whosoe’er gainsays King Edward’s right,
FTLN 237575 By this I challenge him to single fight.
Throws down his gauntlet.
ALL  FTLN 2376Long live Edward the Fourth!

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 4. SC. 8

FTLN 2377 Thanks, brave Montgomery, and thanks unto you all.
FTLN 2378 If fortune serve me, I’ll requite this kindness.
FTLN 2379 Now, for this night let’s harbor here in York,
FTLN 238080 And when the morning sun shall raise his car
FTLN 2381 Above the border of this horizon,
FTLN 2382 We’ll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
FTLN 2383 For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
FTLN 2384 Ah, froward Clarence, how evil it beseems thee
FTLN 238585 To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother!
FTLN 2386 Yet, as we may, we’ll meet both thee and Warwick.
FTLN 2387 Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day;
FTLN 2388 And that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.
They exit.

editorial emendationScene 8editorial emendation
Flourish. Enter King editorial emendationHenry,editorial emendation Warwick, Montague,
Clarence, Oxford, and editorial emendationExeter, all wearing the red rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 2389 What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
FTLN 2390 With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
FTLN 2391 Hath passed in safety through the Narrow Seas,
FTLN 2392 And with his troops doth march amain to London,
FTLN 23935 And many giddy people flock to him.
FTLN 2394 Let’s levy men and beat him back again.
FTLN 2395 A little fire is quickly trodden out,
FTLN 2396 Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.
FTLN 2397 In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,
FTLN 239810 Not mutinous in peace yet bold in war.
FTLN 2399 Those will I muster up; and thou, son Clarence,
FTLN 2400 Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 4. SC. 8

FTLN 2401 The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.—
FTLN 2402 Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
FTLN 240315 Northampton, and in Leicestershire shalt find
FTLN 2404 Men well inclined to hear what thou command’st.—
FTLN 2405 And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,
FTLN 2406 In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.—
FTLN 2407 My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
FTLN 240820 Like to his island girt in with the ocean,
FTLN 2409 Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
FTLN 2410 Shall rest in London till we come to him.
FTLN 2411 Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.—
FTLN 2412 Farewell, my sovereign.
FTLN 241325 Farewell, my Hector and my Troy’s true hope.
FTLN 2414 In sign of truth, I kiss your Highness’ hand.
FTLN 2415 Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate.
FTLN 2416 Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
FTLN 2417 And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
editorial emendationHe kisses Henry’s hand.editorial emendation
FTLN 241830 Sweet Oxford and my loving Montague
FTLN 2419 And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
FTLN 2420 Farewell, sweet lords. Let’s meet at Coventry.
editorial emendationAll but King Henry and Exetereditorial emendation exit.
FTLN 2421 Here at the palace will I rest awhile.
FTLN 2422 Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your Lordship?
FTLN 242335 Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
FTLN 2424 Should not be able to encounter mine.
FTLN 2425 The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 4. SC. 8

FTLN 2426 That’s not my fear. My meed hath got me fame.
FTLN 2427 I have not stopped mine ears to their demands,
FTLN 242840 Nor posted off their suits with slow delays.
FTLN 2429 My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
FTLN 2430 My mildness hath allayed their swelling griefs,
FTLN 2431 My mercy dried their water-flowing tears.
FTLN 2432 I have not been desirous of their wealth
FTLN 243345 Nor much oppressed them with great subsidies,
FTLN 2434 Nor forward of revenge, though they much erred.
FTLN 2435 Then why should they love Edward more than me?
FTLN 2436 No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace;
FTLN 2437 And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
FTLN 243850 The lamb will never cease to follow him.
Shout within “À editorial emendationYork!editorial emendation À editorial emendationYork!editorial emendation
FTLN 2439 Hark, hark, my lord, what shouts are these?

Enter editorial emendationKingeditorial emendation Edward editorial emendationand Richardeditorial emendation and Soldiers,
editorial emendationall wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 2440 Seize on the shamefaced Henry, bear him hence,
FTLN 2441 And once again proclaim us King of England.—
FTLN 2442 You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow.
FTLN 244355 Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry
FTLN 2444 And swell so much the higher by their ebb.—
FTLN 2445 Hence with him to the Tower. Let him not speak.
editorial emendationSoldierseditorial emendation exit with King Henry editorial emendationand Exeter.editorial emendation
FTLN 2446 And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
FTLN 2447 Where peremptory Warwick now remains.
FTLN 244860 The sun shines hot, and if we use delay,
FTLN 2449 Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
FTLN 2450 Away betimes, before his forces join,
FTLN 2451 And take the great-grown traitor unawares.
FTLN 2452 Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
They exit.

editorial emendationACT 5editorial emendation
editorial emendationScene 1editorial emendation
Enter Warwick, editorial emendationwearing the red rose,editorial emendation the Mayor of
Coventry, two Messengers, and others, upon the walls.

FTLN 2453 Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?—
FTLN 2454 How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
FTLN 2455 By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
editorial emendationHe exits.editorial emendation
FTLN 2456 How far off is our brother Montague?
FTLN 24575 Where is the post that came from Montague?
FTLN 2458 By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. editorial emendationHe exits.editorial emendation

Enter, editorial emendationupon the walls,editorial emendation Somerville
editorial emendationwearing the red rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 2459 Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
FTLN 2460 And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
FTLN 2461 At Southam I did leave him with his forces
FTLN 246210 And do expect him here some two hours hence.
editorial emendationDrum offstage.editorial emendation
FTLN 2463 Then Clarence is at hand; I hear his drum.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 1

FTLN 2464 It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies.
FTLN 2465 The drum your Honor hears marcheth from Warwick.
FTLN 2466 Who should that be? Belike unlooked-for friends.
FTLN 246715 They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.

March. Flourish. Enter editorial emendationbelow, Kingeditorial emendation Edward,
Richard, and Soldiers, editorial emendationincluding a Trumpeter,
all wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 2468 Go, Trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
FTLN 2469 See how the surly Warwick mans the wall.
FTLN 2470 O unbid spite, is sportful Edward come?
FTLN 2471 Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
FTLN 247220 That we could hear no news of his repair?
FTLN 2473 Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
FTLN 2474 Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee?
FTLN 2475 Call Edward king, and at his hands beg mercy,
FTLN 2476 And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
FTLN 247725 Nay, rather wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
FTLN 2478 Confess who set thee up and plucked thee down,
FTLN 2479 Call Warwick patron, and be penitent,
FTLN 2480 And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
FTLN 2481 I thought at least he would have said “the King.”
FTLN 248230 Or did he make the jest against his will?
FTLN 2483 Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 1

FTLN 2484 Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give.
FTLN 2485 I’ll do thee service for so good a gift.
FTLN 2486 ’Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
FTLN 248735 Why, then, ’tis mine, if but by Warwick’s gift.
FTLN 2488 Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight;
FTLN 2489 And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again,
FTLN 2490 And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
FTLN 2491 But Warwick’s king is Edward’s prisoner.
FTLN 249240 And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
FTLN 2493 What is the body when the head is off?
FTLN 2494 Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
FTLN 2495 But whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
FTLN 2496 The King was slyly fingered from the deck.
FTLN 249745 You left poor Henry at the Bishop’s palace,
FTLN 2498 And ten to one you’ll meet him in the Tower.
FTLN 2499 ’Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
FTLN 2500 Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel
FTLN 2501 down.
FTLN 250250 Nay, when? Strike now, or else the iron cools.
FTLN 2503 I had rather chop this hand off at a blow
FTLN 2504 And with the other fling it at thy face
FTLN 2505 Than bear so low a sail to strike to thee.
FTLN 2506 Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
FTLN 250755 This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
FTLN 2508 Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
FTLN 2509 Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood:
FTLN 2510 “Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.”

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 1

Enter Oxford, editorial emendationbelow, wearing the red rose,editorial emendation
with editorial emendationSoldiers,editorial emendation Drum and Colors.

FTLN 2511 O, cheerful colors, see where Oxford comes!
OXFORD  FTLN 251260Oxford, Oxford for Lancaster!
editorial emendationOxford and his troops exit as through a city gate.editorial emendation
FTLN 2513 The gates are open; let us enter too.
FTLN 2514 So other foes may set upon our backs.
FTLN 2515 Stand we in good array, for they no doubt
FTLN 2516 Will issue out again and bid us battle.
FTLN 251765 If not, the city being but of small defense,
FTLN 2518 We’ll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.

editorial emendationOxford enters aloft.editorial emendation

FTLN 2519 O welcome, Oxford, for we want thy help.

Enter Montague, editorial emendationbelow, wearing the red rose,editorial emendation
with editorial emendationSoldiers,editorial emendation Drum and Colors.

MONTAGUE  FTLN 2520Montague, Montague for Lancaster!
FTLN 2521 Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
FTLN 252270 Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear!
editorial emendationMontague and his troops exit as through a city gate.editorial emendation
FTLN 2523 The harder matched, the greater victory.
FTLN 2524 My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.

Enter Somerset, editorial emendationbelow, wearing the red rose,editorial emendation
with editorial emendationSoldiers,editorial emendation Drum and Colors.

SOMERSET  FTLN 2525Somerset, Somerset for Lancaster!

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 1

FTLN 2526 Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset,
FTLN 252775 Have sold their lives unto the house of York,
FTLN 2528 And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
editorial emendationSomerset and his troops exit as through a city gate.editorial emendation

Enter Clarence, editorial emendationbelow, wearing the red rose,editorial emendation
with editorial emendationSoldiers,editorial emendation Drum and Colors.

FTLN 2529 And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,
FTLN 2530 Of force enough to bid his brother battle,
FTLN 2531 With whom editorial emendationaneditorial emendation upright zeal to right prevails
FTLN 253280 More than the nature of a brother’s love.—
FTLN 2533 Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.
FTLN 2534 Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
editorial emendationHe removes the red rose.editorial emendation
FTLN 2535 Look, here I throw my infamy at thee.
editorial emendationHe throws the rose at Warwick.editorial emendation
FTLN 2536 I will not ruinate my father’s house,
FTLN 253785 Who gave his blood to lime the stones together
FTLN 2538 And set up Lancaster. Why, trowest thou, Warwick,
FTLN 2539 That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
FTLN 2540 To bend the fatal instruments of war
FTLN 2541 Against his brother and his lawful king?
FTLN 254290 Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath.
FTLN 2543 To keep that oath were more impiety
FTLN 2544 Than Jephthah when he sacrificed his daughter.
FTLN 2545 I am so sorry for my trespass made
FTLN 2546 That, to deserve well at my brother’s hands,
FTLN 254795 I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe,
FTLN 2548 With resolution, wheresoe’er I meet thee—
FTLN 2549 As I will meet thee if thou stir abroad—
FTLN 2550 To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
FTLN 2551 And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee
FTLN 2552100 And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.—

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 2

FTLN 2553 Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends.—
FTLN 2554 And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
FTLN 2555 For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
FTLN 2556 Now, welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
FTLN 2557105 Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
FTLN 2558 Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.
FTLN 2559 O, passing traitor, perjured and unjust.
FTLN 2560 What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?
FTLN 2561 Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
FTLN 2562110 Alas, I am not cooped here for defense.
FTLN 2563 I will away towards Barnet presently
FTLN 2564 And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar’st.
FTLN 2565 Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.—
editorial emendationWarwick exits from the walls and descends.editorial emendation
FTLN 2566 Lords, to the field! Saint George and victory!
They exit. March. Warwick and his company follows.

editorial emendationScene 2editorial emendation
Alarum and excursions. Enter editorial emendationKingeditorial emendation Edward,
editorial emendationwearing the white rose,editorial emendation bringing forth Warwick,
editorial emendationwearing the red rose,editorial emendation wounded.

FTLN 2567 So, lie thou there. Die thou, and die our fear,
FTLN 2568 For Warwick was a bug that feared us all.
FTLN 2569 Now, Montague, sit fast. I seek for thee,
FTLN 2570 That Warwick’s bones may keep thine company.
He exits.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 2

FTLN 25715 Ah, who is nigh? Come to me, friend or foe,
FTLN 2572 And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
FTLN 2573 Why ask I that? My mangled body shows,
FTLN 2574 My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows
FTLN 2575 That I must yield my body to the earth
FTLN 257610 And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
FTLN 2577 Thus yields the cedar to the axe’s edge,
FTLN 2578 Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
FTLN 2579 Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
FTLN 2580 Whose top branch overpeered Jove’s spreading tree
FTLN 258115 And kept low shrubs from winter’s pow’rful wind.
FTLN 2582 These eyes, that now are dimmed with death’s black
FTLN 2583 veil,
FTLN 2584 Have been as piercing as the midday sun
FTLN 2585 To search the secret treasons of the world.
FTLN 258620 The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
FTLN 2587 Were likened oft to kingly sepulchers,
FTLN 2588 For who lived king but I could dig his grave?
FTLN 2589 And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow?
FTLN 2590 Lo, now my glory smeared in dust and blood!
FTLN 259125 My parks, my walks, my manors that I had
FTLN 2592 Even now forsake me; and of all my lands
FTLN 2593 Is nothing left me but my body’s length.
FTLN 2594 Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
FTLN 2595 And live we how we can, yet die we must.

Enter Oxford and Somerset, editorial emendationboth wearing the red rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 259630 Ah, Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as we are,
FTLN 2597 We might recover all our loss again.
FTLN 2598 The Queen from France hath brought a puissant
FTLN 2599 power;
FTLN 2600 Even now we heard the news. Ah, could’st thou fly—
FTLN 260135 Why, then, I would not fly. Ah, Montague,

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 3

FTLN 2602 If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand
FTLN 2603 And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile.
FTLN 2604 Thou lov’st me not, for, brother, if thou didst,
FTLN 2605 Thy tears would wash this cold congealèd blood
FTLN 260640 That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
FTLN 2607 Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
FTLN 2608 Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breathed his last,
FTLN 2609 And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,
FTLN 2610 And said “Commend me to my valiant brother.”
FTLN 261145 And more he would have said, and more he spoke,
FTLN 2612 Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,
FTLN 2613 That mought not be distinguished, but at last
FTLN 2614 I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
FTLN 2615 “O, farewell, Warwick.”
FTLN 261650 Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves,
FTLN 2617 For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven.
editorial emendationHe dies.editorial emendation
FTLN 2618 Away, away, to meet the Queen’s great power!
Here they bear away his body. They exit.

editorial emendationScene 3editorial emendation
Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph, with Richard,
Clarence, and the rest, editorial emendationall wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 2619 Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,
FTLN 2620 And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
FTLN 2621 But in the midst of this bright-shining day,
FTLN 2622 I spy a black suspicious threat’ning cloud
FTLN 26235 That will encounter with our glorious sun
FTLN 2624 Ere he attain his easeful western bed.
FTLN 2625 I mean, my lords, those powers that the Queen

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 4

FTLN 2626 Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast
FTLN 2627 And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
FTLN 262810 A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
FTLN 2629 And blow it to the source from whence it came;
FTLN 2630 Thy very beams will dry those vapors up,
FTLN 2631 For every cloud engenders not a storm.
FTLN 2632 The Queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
FTLN 263315 And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her.
FTLN 2634 If she have time to breathe, be well assured
FTLN 2635 Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
FTLN 2636 We are advertised by our loving friends
FTLN 2637 That they do hold their course toward Tewkesbury.
FTLN 263820 We having now the best at Barnet Field
FTLN 2639 Will thither straight, for willingness rids way,
FTLN 2640 And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
FTLN 2641 In every county as we go along.
FTLN 2642 Strike up the drum, cry “Courage!” and away.
They exit.

editorial emendationScene 4editorial emendation
Flourish. March. Enter Queen editorial emendationMargaret,editorial emendation
young editorial emendationPrinceeditorial emendation Edward, Somerset, Oxford,
and Soldiers, editorial emendationall wearing the red rose.editorial emendation

FTLN 2643 Great lords, wise men ne’er sit and wail their loss
FTLN 2644 But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
FTLN 2645 What though the mast be now blown overboard,
FTLN 2646 The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,
FTLN 26475 And half our sailors swallowed in the flood?
FTLN 2648 Yet lives our pilot still. Is ’t meet that he
FTLN 2649 Should leave the helm and, like a fearful lad,

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 4

FTLN 2650 With tearful eyes add water to the sea
FTLN 2651 And give more strength to that which hath too much,
FTLN 265210 Whiles in his moan the ship splits on the rock,
FTLN 2653 Which industry and courage might have saved?
FTLN 2654 Ah, what a shame, ah, what a fault were this!
FTLN 2655 Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
FTLN 2656 And Montague our topmast; what of him?
FTLN 265715 Our slaughtered friends the tackles; what of these?
FTLN 2658 Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
FTLN 2659 And Somerset another goodly mast?
FTLN 2660 The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
FTLN 2661 And, though unskillful, why not Ned and I
FTLN 266220 For once allowed the skillful pilot’s charge?
FTLN 2663 We will not from the helm to sit and weep,
FTLN 2664 But keep our course, though the rough wind say no,
FTLN 2665 From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wrack.
FTLN 2666 As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.
FTLN 266725 And what is Edward but a ruthless sea?
FTLN 2668 What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?
FTLN 2669 And Richard but a ragged fatal rock—
FTLN 2670 All these the enemies to our poor bark?
FTLN 2671 Say you can swim: alas, ’tis but awhile;
FTLN 267230 Tread on the sand: why, there you quickly sink;
FTLN 2673 Bestride the rock: the tide will wash you off
FTLN 2674 Or else you famish; that’s a threefold death.
FTLN 2675 This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
FTLN 2676 If case some one of you would fly from us,
FTLN 267735 That there’s no hoped-for mercy with the brothers
FTLN 2678 More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks.
FTLN 2679 Why, courage then! What cannot be avoided
FTLN 2680 ’Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
FTLN 2681 Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
FTLN 268240 Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
FTLN 2683 Infuse his breast with magnanimity
FTLN 2684 And make him, naked, foil a man-at-arms.

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ACT 5. SC. 4

FTLN 2685 I speak not this as doubting any here,
FTLN 2686 For did I but suspect a fearful man,
FTLN 268745 He should have leave to go away betimes,
FTLN 2688 Lest in our need he might infect another
FTLN 2689 And make him of like spirit to himself.
FTLN 2690 If any such be here, as God forbid,
FTLN 2691 Let him depart before we need his help.
FTLN 269250 Women and children of so high a courage,
FTLN 2693 And warriors faint? Why, ’twere perpetual shame!
FTLN 2694 O, brave young prince, thy famous grandfather
FTLN 2695 Doth live again in thee. Long mayst thou live
FTLN 2696 To bear his image and renew his glories!
FTLN 269755 And he that will not fight for such a hope,
FTLN 2698 Go home to bed and, like the owl by day,
FTLN 2699 If he arise, be mocked and wondered at.
FTLN 2700 Thanks, gentle Somerset.—Sweet Oxford, thanks.
FTLN 2701 And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.

Enter a Messenger.

FTLN 270260 Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand,
FTLN 2703 Ready to fight. Therefore be resolute. editorial emendationHe exits.editorial emendation
FTLN 2704 I thought no less. It is his policy
FTLN 2705 To haste thus fast to find us unprovided.
FTLN 2706 But he’s deceived. We are in readiness.
FTLN 270765 This cheers my heart to see your forwardness.
FTLN 2708 Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 5

Flourish, and march. Enter editorial emendationKingeditorial emendation Edward, Richard,
Clarence, and Soldiers, editorial emendationall wearing the white rose.editorial emendation

KING EDWARD , editorial emendationto his armyeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2709 Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood
FTLN 2710 Which by the heavens’ assistance and your strength
FTLN 2711 Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
FTLN 271270 I need not add more fuel to your fire,
FTLN 2713 For, well I wot, you blaze to burn them out.
FTLN 2714 Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!
QUEEN MARGARET , editorial emendationto her armyeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2715 Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
FTLN 2716 My tears gainsay, for every word I speak
FTLN 271775 You see I drink the water of my eye.
FTLN 2718 Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
FTLN 2719 Is prisoner to the foe, his state usurped,
FTLN 2720 His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain,
FTLN 2721 His statutes cancelled and his treasure spent,
FTLN 272280 And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.
FTLN 2723 You fight in justice. Then, in God’s name, lords,
FTLN 2724 Be valiant, and give signal to the fight!
Alarum, retreat, excursions. They exit.

editorial emendationScene 5editorial emendation
Flourish. Enter editorial emendationKingeditorial emendation Edward, Richard, editorial emendationandeditorial emendation
Clarence, editorial emendationall wearing the white rose, with Soldiers
guardingeditorial emendation Queen editorial emendationMargaret,editorial emendation Oxford, editorial emendationandeditorial emendation Somerset,
editorial emendationall wearing the red rose, prisoners.editorial emendation

FTLN 2725 Now here a period of tumultuous broils.
FTLN 2726 Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight.
FTLN 2727 For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
FTLN 2728 Go bear them hence. I will not hear them speak.

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ACT 5. SC. 5

FTLN 27295 For my part, I’ll not trouble thee with words.
FTLN 2730 Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
FTLN 2731 So part we sadly in this troublous world
FTLN 2732 To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
editorial emendationOxford and Somerseteditorial emendation exit, editorial emendationunder guard.editorial emendation
FTLN 2733 Is proclamation made that who finds Edward
FTLN 273410 Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
FTLN 2735 It is, and lo where youthful Edward comes.

Enter Prince editorial emendationEdward, wearing the red rose,
under guard.editorial emendation

FTLN 2736 Bring forth the gallant; let us hear him speak.
FTLN 2737 What, can so young a thorn begin to prick?—
FTLN 2738 Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
FTLN 273915 For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
FTLN 2740 And all the trouble thou hast turned me to?
FTLN 2741 Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York.
FTLN 2742 Suppose that I am now my father’s mouth:
FTLN 2743 Resign thy chair, and where I stand, kneel thou,
FTLN 274420 Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee
FTLN 2745 Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
FTLN 2746 Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!
FTLN 2747 That you might still have worn the petticoat
FTLN 2748 And ne’er have stol’n the breech from Lancaster.
FTLN 274925 Let Aesop fable in a winter’s night;
FTLN 2750 His currish riddles sorts not with this place.

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ACT 5. SC. 5

FTLN 2751 By heaven, brat, I’ll plague you for that word.
FTLN 2752 Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
FTLN 2753 For God’s sake, take away this captive scold.
FTLN 275430 Nay, take away this scolding crookback, rather.
FTLN 2755 Peace, willful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
CLARENCE , editorial emendationto Prince Edwardeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2756 Untutored lad, thou art too malapert.
FTLN 2757 I know my duty. You are all undutiful.
FTLN 2758 Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
FTLN 275935 And thou misshapen Dick, I tell you all
FTLN 2760 I am your better, traitors as you are,
FTLN 2761 And thou usurp’st my father’s right and mine.
FTLN 2762 Take that, the likeness of this railer here! Stabs him.
FTLN 2763 Sprawl’st thou? Take that to end thy agony!
Richard stabs him.
FTLN 276440 And there’s for twitting me with perjury.
Clarence stabs him.
QUEEN MARGARET  FTLN 2765O, kill me too!
RICHARD  FTLN 2766Marry, and shall. Offers to kill her.
FTLN 2767 Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much.
FTLN 2768 Why should she live to fill the world with words?
editorial emendationQueen Margaret faints.editorial emendation
FTLN 276945 What, doth she swoon? Use means for her recovery.
editorial emendationThey attempt to revive her.editorial emendation

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 5

RICHARD , editorial emendationtaking Clarence asideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2770 Clarence, excuse me to the King my brother.
FTLN 2771 I’ll hence to London on a serious matter.
FTLN 2772 Ere you come there, be sure to hear some news.
CLARENCE  FTLN 2773What? What?
RICHARD  FTLN 277450editorial emendationTheeditorial emendation Tower, the Tower! He exits.
QUEEN MARGARET , editorial emendationrising from her swooneditorial emendation 
FTLN 2775 O Ned, sweet Ned, speak to thy mother, boy.
FTLN 2776 Canst thou not speak? O traitors, murderers!
FTLN 2777 They that stabbed Caesar shed no blood at all,
FTLN 2778 Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
FTLN 277955 If this foul deed were by to equal it.
FTLN 2780 He was a man; this, in respect, a child,
FTLN 2781 And men ne’er spend their fury on a child.
FTLN 2782 What’s worse than murderer, that I may name it?
FTLN 2783 No, no, my heart will burst an if I speak,
FTLN 278460 And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.
FTLN 2785 Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals,
FTLN 2786 How sweet a plant have you untimely cropped!
FTLN 2787 You have no children, butchers. If you had,
FTLN 2788 The thought of them would have stirred up remorse.
FTLN 278965 But if you ever chance to have a child,
FTLN 2790 Look in his youth to have him so cut off
FTLN 2791 As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young prince.
FTLN 2792 Away with her. Go bear her hence perforce.
FTLN 2793 Nay, never bear me hence! Dispatch me here.
FTLN 279470 Here sheathe thy sword; I’ll pardon thee my death.
FTLN 2795 What, wilt thou not?—Then, Clarence, do it thou.
FTLN 2796 By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
FTLN 2797 Good Clarence, do! Sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
FTLN 2798 Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?

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ACT 5. SC. 6

FTLN 279975 Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself.
FTLN 2800 ’Twas sin before, but now ’tis charity.
FTLN 2801 What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil’s butcher,
FTLN 2802 Richard,
FTLN 2803 Hard-favored Richard? Richard, where art thou?
FTLN 280480 Thou art not here. Murder is thy alms-deed;
FTLN 2805 Petitioners for blood thou ne’er putt’st back.
FTLN 2806 Away, I say!  editorial emendation(To Soldiers.)editorial emendation I charge you bear her
FTLN 2807 hence.
FTLN 2808 So come to you and yours as to this prince!
Queen editorial emendationMargareteditorial emendation exits editorial emendationunder guard.
Soldiers carry off Prince Edward’s body.editorial emendation

KING EDWARD  FTLN 280985Where’s Richard gone?
FTLN 2810 To London all in post, and, as I guess,
FTLN 2811 To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
FTLN 2812 He’s sudden if a thing comes in his head.
FTLN 2813 Now march we hence. Discharge the common sort
FTLN 281490 With pay and thanks, and let’s away to London
FTLN 2815 And see our gentle queen how well she fares.
FTLN 2816 By this I hope she hath a son for me.
editorial emendationTheyeditorial emendation exit.

editorial emendationScene 6editorial emendation
Enter editorial emendationKingeditorial emendation Henry the Sixth, editorial emendationwearing the red rose,editorial emendation
and Richard editorial emendationof Gloucester, wearing the white rose,editorial emendation
with the Lieutenant editorial emendationaboveeditorial emendation on the editorial emendationTowereditorial emendation walls.

FTLN 2817 Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 6

FTLN 2818 Ay, my good lord—“my lord,” I should say rather.
FTLN 2819 ’Tis sin to flatter; “good” was little better:
FTLN 2820 “Good Gloucester” and “good devil” were alike,
FTLN 28215 And both preposterous: therefore, not “good lord.”
RICHARD , editorial emendationto Lieutenanteditorial emendation 
FTLN 2822 Sirrah, leave us to ourselves; we must confer.
editorial emendationLieutenant exits.editorial emendation
FTLN 2823 So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
FTLN 2824 So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece
FTLN 2825 And next his throat unto the butcher’s knife.
FTLN 282610 What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
FTLN 2827 Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
FTLN 2828 The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
FTLN 2829 The bird that hath been limèd in a bush,
FTLN 2830 With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
FTLN 283115 And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
FTLN 2832 Have now the fatal object in my eye
FTLN 2833 Where my poor young was limed, was caught, and
FTLN 2834 killed.
FTLN 2835 Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete
FTLN 283620 That taught his son the office of a fowl!
FTLN 2837 And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drowned.
FTLN 2838 I Daedalus, my poor boy Icarus,
FTLN 2839 Thy father Minos, that denied our course;
FTLN 2840 The sun that seared the wings of my sweet boy
FTLN 284125 Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea
FTLN 2842 Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
FTLN 2843 Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
FTLN 2844 My breast can better brook thy dagger’s point

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ACT 5. SC. 6

FTLN 2845 Than can my ears that tragic history.
FTLN 284630 But wherefore dost thou come? Is ’t for my life?
FTLN 2847 Think’st thou I am an executioner?
FTLN 2848 A persecutor I am sure thou art.
FTLN 2849 If murdering innocents be executing,
FTLN 2850 Why, then, thou art an executioner.
FTLN 285135 Thy son I killed for his presumption.
FTLN 2852 Hadst thou been killed when first thou didst presume,
FTLN 2853 Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
FTLN 2854 And thus I prophesy: that many a thousand
FTLN 2855 Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
FTLN 285640 And many an old man’s sigh, and many a widow’s
FTLN 2857 And many an orphan’s water-standing eye,
FTLN 2858 Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
FTLN 2859 Orphans for their parents’ timeless death,
FTLN 2860 Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
FTLN 286145 The owl shrieked at thy birth, an evil sign;
FTLN 2862 The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
FTLN 2863 Dogs howled, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
FTLN 2864 The raven rooked her on the chimney’s top;
FTLN 2865 And chatt’ring pies in dismal discords sung;
FTLN 286650 Thy mother felt more than a mother’s pain,
FTLN 2867 And yet brought forth less than a mother’s hope:
FTLN 2868 To wit, an indigested and deformèd lump,
FTLN 2869 Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
FTLN 2870 Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born
FTLN 287155 To signify thou cam’st to bite the world.
FTLN 2872 And if the rest be true which I have heard,
FTLN 2873 Thou cam’st—
FTLN 2874 I’ll hear no more. Die, prophet, in thy speech;

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 6

Stabs him.
FTLN 2875 For this amongst the rest was I ordained.
FTLN 287660 Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
FTLN 2877 O God, forgive my sins, and pardon thee. Dies.
FTLN 2878 What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
FTLN 2879 Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
FTLN 2880 See how my sword weeps for the poor king’s death.
FTLN 288165 O, may such purple tears be always shed
FTLN 2882 From those that wish the downfall of our house.
FTLN 2883 If any spark of life be yet remaining,
FTLN 2884 Down, down to hell, and say I sent thee thither—
Stabs him again.
FTLN 2885 I that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
FTLN 288670 Indeed, ’tis true that Henry told me of,
FTLN 2887 For I have often heard my mother say
FTLN 2888 I came into the world with my legs forward.
FTLN 2889 Had I not reason, think you, to make haste
FTLN 2890 And seek their ruin that usurped our right?
FTLN 289175 The midwife wondered, and the women cried
FTLN 2892 “O Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!”
FTLN 2893 And so I was, which plainly signified
FTLN 2894 That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
FTLN 2895 Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,
FTLN 289680 Let hell make crook’d my mind to answer it.
FTLN 2897 I have no brother, I am like no brother;
FTLN 2898 And this word “love,” which graybeards call divine,
FTLN 2899 Be resident in men like one another
FTLN 2900 And not in me. I am myself alone.
FTLN 290185 Clarence, beware; thou keep’st me from the light,
FTLN 2902 But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;
FTLN 2903 For I will buzz abroad such prophecies
FTLN 2904 That Edward shall be fearful of his life;
FTLN 2905 And then to purge his fear, I’ll be thy death.
FTLN 290690 King Henry and the Prince his son are gone.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 7

FTLN 2907 Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,
FTLN 2908 Counting myself but bad till I be best.
FTLN 2909 I’ll throw thy body in another room,
FTLN 2910 And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.
He exits, editorial emendationcarrying out the body.editorial emendation

editorial emendationScene 7editorial emendation
Flourish. Enter King editorial emendationEdward,editorial emendation Queen editorial emendationElizabeth,editorial emendation
Clarence, Richard editorial emendationof Gloucester,editorial emendation Hastings, Nurse,
editorial emendationcarrying infant Prince Edward,editorial emendation and Attendants.

FTLN 2911 Once more we sit in England’s royal throne,
FTLN 2912 Repurchased with the blood of enemies.
FTLN 2913 What valiant foemen, like to autumn’s corn,
FTLN 2914 Have we mowed down in tops of all their pride!
FTLN 29155 Three dukes of Somerset, threefold editorial emendationrenownededitorial emendation
FTLN 2916 For hardy and undoubted champions;
FTLN 2917 Two Cliffords, as the father and the son;
FTLN 2918 And two Northumberlands; two braver men
FTLN 2919 Ne’er spurred their coursers at the trumpet’s sound.
FTLN 292010 With them the two brave bears, Warwick and
FTLN 2921 Montague,
FTLN 2922 That in their chains fettered the kingly lion
FTLN 2923 And made the forest tremble when they roared.
FTLN 2924 Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat
FTLN 292515 And made our footstool of security.—
FTLN 2926 Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.—
FTLN 2927 Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself
FTLN 2928 Have in our armors watched the winter’s night,
FTLN 2929 Went all afoot in summer’s scalding heat,
FTLN 293020 That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace,
FTLN 2931 And of our labors thou shalt reap the gain.

Henry VI, Part 3
ACT 5. SC. 7

RICHARD , editorial emendationasideeditorial emendation 
FTLN 2932 I’ll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
FTLN 2933 For yet I am not looked on in the world.
FTLN 2934 This shoulder was ordained so thick to heave,
FTLN 293525 And heave it shall some weight or break my back.
FTLN 2936 Work thou the way and that shalt execute.
FTLN 2937 Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen,
FTLN 2938 And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
FTLN 2939 The duty that I owe unto your Majesty
FTLN 294030 I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
editorial emendationHe kisses the infant.editorial emendation
editorial emendationKING EDWARD 
FTLN 2941 Thanks,editorial emendation noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.
FTLN 2942 And that I love the tree from whence thou sprang’st,
FTLN 2943 Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
editorial emendationHe kisses the infant.editorial emendation
FTLN 2944  editorial emendationAside.editorial emendation To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master
FTLN 294535 And cried “All hail!” whenas he meant all harm.
FTLN 2946 Now am I seated as my soul delights,
FTLN 2947 Having my country’s peace and brothers’ loves.
FTLN 2948 What will your Grace have done with Margaret?
FTLN 2949 Reignier, her father, to the King of France
FTLN 295040 Hath pawned the Sicils and Jerusalem,
FTLN 2951 And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
FTLN 2952 Away with her, and waft her hence to France.
FTLN 2953 And now what rests but that we spend the time
FTLN 2954 With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,
FTLN 295545 Such as befits the pleasure of the court?
FTLN 2956 Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell, sour annoy,
FTLN 2957 For here I hope begins our lasting joy.
editorial emendationFlourish.editorial emendation They all exit.