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Repairs him with occasion? This happy day
Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
If Salisbury be lost.
Richard
My noble father,
Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off,
Persuaded him from any further act:
But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
And like rich hangings in a homely house,
So was his will in his old feeble body.
But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
Enter Salisbury
Salisbury
Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard:
God knows how long it is I have to live;
And it hath pleased him that three times to-day
You have defended me from imminent death.
Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:
’Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
Being opposites of such repairing nature.
York
I know our safety is to follow them;
For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
To call a present court of parliament.
Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.
What says Lord Warwick? shall we after them?
Warwick
After them! nay, before them, if we can.
Now, by my faith, lords, ’twas a glorious day:
Saint Alban’s battle won by famous York
Shall be eternized in all age to come.
Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:
And more such days as these to us befall!
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The Third Part of King Henry the Sixth
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHARACTERS OF THE PLAY
ACT I
SCENE I. LONDON. THE PARLIAMENT-HOUSE.
SCENE II. SANDAL CASTLE.
SCENE III. FIELD OF BATTLE BETWIXT SANDAL CASTLE AND WAKEFIELD.
SCENE IV. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
ACT II
SCENE I. A PLAIN NEAR MORTIMER’S CROSS IN HEREFORDSHIRE.
SCENE II. BEFORE YORK.
SCENE III. A FIELD OF BATTLE BETWEEN TOWTON AND SAXTON, IN
SCENE IV. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
SCENE V. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
SCENE VI. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
ACT III
SCENE I. A FOREST IN THE NORTH OF ENGLAND.
SCENE II. LONDON. THE PALACE.
SCENE III. FRANCE. KING LEWIS XI’S PALACE.
ACT IV
SCENE I. LONDON. THE PALACE.
SCENE II. A PLAIN IN WARWICKSHIRE.
SCENE III. EDWARD’S CAMP, NEAR WARWICK.
SCENE IV. LONDON. THE PALACE.
SCENE V. A PARK NEAR MIDDLEHAM CASTLE IN YORKSHIRE.
SCENE VI. LONDON. THE TOWER.
SCENE VII. BEFORE YORK.
SCENE VIII. LONDON. THE PALACE.
ACT V
SCENE I. COVENTRY.
SCENE II. A FIELD OF BATTLE NEAR BARNET.
SCENE III. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
SCENE IV. PLAINS NEAR TEWKSBURY.
SCENE V. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD.
SCENE VI. LONDON. THE TOWER.
SCENE VII. LONDON. THE PALACE.
CHARACTERS OF THE PLAY
King Henry VI.
Prince Edward, Prince of Wales, his son.
King Lewis XI,
King of France.
Duke of Somerset,
Duke of Exeter,
Earl of Oxford,
Earl of Northumberland,
Earl of Westmoreland,
Lord Clifford,
Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York.
Edward, Earl of March, afterwards King Edward IV,
Edmund Earl of Rutland,
George, afterwards Duke of Clarence,
Richard, afterwards Duke of Gloucester,
his sons.
Duke of Norfolk.
Marquess of Montague.
Earl of Warwick.
Earl of Pembroke.
Lord Hastings.
Lord Stafford.
Sir John Mortimer,
Sir Hugh Mortimer,
uncles to the Duke of York. Henry, Earl of Richmond, a youth.
Lord Rivers, brother to Lady Grey.
Sir William Stanley.
Sir John Montgomery.
Sir John Somerville.
Tutor, to Rutland.
Mayor, of York.
Lieutenant of the Tower.
A Nobleman,
Two Keepers.
A Huntsman,
A Son, that has killed his father.
A Father, that has killed his son.
Queen Margaret.
Lady Grey, afterwards Queen Elizabeth, Queen to Edward IV.
Bona, sister to the French Queen.
Soldiers, Attendants, Messengers, Watchmen, &c.
Scene: England and France.
ACT I
SCENE I. LONDON. THE PARLIAMENT-HOUSE.
Alarum. Enter York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers
Warwick
I wonder how the king escaped our hands.
York
While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
He slily stole away and left his men:
Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Cheer’d up the drooping army; and himself,
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
Charged our main battle’s front, and breaking in
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
Edward
Lord Stafford’s father, Duke of Buckingham,
Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
That this is true, father, behold his blood.
Montague
And, brother, here’s the Earl of Wiltshire’s blood,
Whom I encounter’d as the battles join’d.
Richard
Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.
Throwing down Somerset’s head
York
Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.
But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
Norfolk
Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
Richard
Thus do I hope to shake King Henry’s head.
Warwick
And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,
Before I see thee seated in that throne
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
This is the palace of the fearful king,
And this the regal seat: possess it, York;
For this is thine and not King Henry’s heirs’
York
Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
For hither we have broken in by force.
Norfolk
We’ll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
York
Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;
And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.
They go up
Warwick
And when the king comes, offer no violence,
Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
York
The queen this day here holds her parliament,
But little thinks we shall be of her council:
By words or blows here let us win our right.
Richard
Arm’d as we are, let’s stay within this house.
Warwick
The bloody parliament shall this be call’d,
Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
York
Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
I mean to take possession of my right.
Warwick
Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,
The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells.
I’ll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:
Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
Flourish. Enter King Henry VI, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmoreland, Exeter, and the rest
King Henry VI
My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
Back’d by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father.
And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow’d revenge
On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.
Northumberland
If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!
Clifford
The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
Westmoreland
What, shall we suffer this? let’s pluck him down:
My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
King Henry VI
Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
Clifford
Patience is for poltroons, such as he:
He durst not sit there, had your father lived.
My gracious lord, here in the parliament
Let us assail the family of York.
Northumberland
Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.
King Henry VI
Ah, know you not the city favours them,
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
Exeter
But when the duke is slain, they’ll quickly fly.
King Henry VI
Far be the thought of this from Henry’s heart,
To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats
Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
I am thy sovereign.
York
I am thine.
Exeter
For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York.
York
’Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
Exeter
Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
Warwick
Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
In following this usurping Henry.
Clifford
Whom should he follow but his natural king?
Warwick
True, Clifford; and that’s Richard Duke of York.
King Henry VI
And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
York
It must and shall be so: content thyself.
Warwick
Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.
Westmoreland
He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
Warwick
And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
That we are those which chased you from the field
And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
March’d through the city to the palace gates.
Northumberland
Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
Westmoreland
Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,
Thy kinsman and thy friends, I’ll have more lives
Than drops of blood were in my father’s veins.
Clifford
Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,
I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
As shall revenge his death before I stir.
Warwick
Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!
York
Will you we show our title to the crown?
If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
King Henry VI
What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;
Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March:
I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
And seized upon their towns and provinces.
Warwick
Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
King Henry VI
The lord protector lost it, and not I:
When I was crown’d I was but nine months old.
Richard
You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.
Father, tear the crown from the usurper’s head.
Edward
Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
Montague
Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,
Let’s fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
Richard
Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
York
Sons, peace!
King Henry VI
Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.
Warwick
Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;
And be you silent and attentive too,
For he that interrupts him shall not live.
King Henry VI
Think’st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,
Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,
And now in England to our heart’s great sorrow,
Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?
My title’s good, and better far than his.
Warwick
Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
King Henry VI
Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
York
’Twas by rebellion against his king.
King Henry VI
[Aside] I know not what to say; my title’s weak.—
Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
York
What then?
King Henry VI
An if he may, then am I lawful king;
For Richard, in the view of many lords,
Resign’d the crown to Henry the Fourth,
Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
York
He rose against him, being his sovereign,
And made him to resign his crown perforce.
Warwick
Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain’d,
Think you ’twere prejudicial to his crown?
Exeter
No; for he could not so resign his crown
But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
King Henry VI
Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
Exeter
His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
York
Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
Exeter
My conscience tells me he is lawful king.
King Henry VI
[Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him.
Northumberland
Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay’st,
Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.
Warwick
Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.
Northumberland
Thou art deceived: ’tis not thy southern power,
Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Ke
nt,
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
Can set the duke up in despite of me.
Clifford
King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence:
May that ground gape and swallow me alive,
Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
King Henry VI
O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
York
Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.
What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
Warwick
Do right unto this princely Duke of York,
Or I will fill the house with armed men,
And over the chair of state, where now he sits,
Write up his title with usurping blood.
He stamps with his foot and the soldiers show themselves
King Henry VI
My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:
Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
York
Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,
And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest.
King Henry VI
I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
Clifford
What wrong is this unto the prince your son!
Warwick
What good is this to England and himself!
Westmoreland
Base, fearful and despairing Henry!
Clifford
How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
Westmoreland
I cannot stay to hear these articles.
Northumberland
Nor I.
Clifford
Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.
Westmoreland
Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
Northumberland
Be thou a prey unto the house of York,
And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
Clifford
In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
Or live in peace abandon’d and despised!
Exeunt Northumberland, Clifford, and Westmoreland
Warwick
Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
Exeter
They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.
King Henry VI
Ah, Exeter!
Warwick
Why should you sigh, my lord?
King Henry VI
Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,
Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
But be it as it may: I here entail
The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;
Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
To honour me as thy king and sovereign,
And neither by treason nor hostility
To seek to put me down and reign thyself.