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THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.
And rob his temples of the diadem,
And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice,
Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this.
Cif. I will not bandy with thee word for
And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him
Clif. That is my office, for my father's sake.
York. She-wolf of France, but worse than
I would proloug awhile the traitor's life :-
North. Hold, Clifford; do not honour him so
To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart:
How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex,
Thy father bears the type of king of Naples,
That beggars, mounted, run their horse to
[They lay hands on YORK, who struggles. Cif. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.
North. So doth the coney struggle in the net. [YORK is taken prisoner. York. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'a booty; so o'er So true men yield,, with robbers match'd. North. What would your grace have done unto him now?
Q. Mar. Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
Come make him stand upon this molehill here; That raught at mountains with outstretched armis,
Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.-
Was't you that revell'd in our parliament,
Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies ?
That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,
'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud ;
The want thereof makes thee abominable:
O tiger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide!
For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
I pr'ythee grieve, to make me merry, York;
What, bath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails,
That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death?
And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
Clifford, and thee, false
North. Beshrew me, but his passions
O ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.
Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on. [Putting a paper Crown on his Head. Ay, marry, Sir, now looks he like a king! Ay, this is he that took king Henry's chair; And this is he was his adopted heir. But how is it that great Plantagenet is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath ? As bethink me, you should not be king, our king Henry had shook hands with Till death, · Honest mes.
And I with tears do wash the blood away.
↑ Kill him. Impale, encircle with a crown. 1 The distinguishing mark. $ Government, in the language of the time, signified evenness of temper, and decency of minners.
And say,-Alas, it was piteous deed!-
And, in thy need, such comfort come to thee,
I should not for my life but weep with him,
Q. Mar. What, weeping-ripe, my lord Northumberland ?
Think but upon the wrong he did us all, And that will quickly dry thy melting tears. Clif. Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death. [Stabbing him. Q. Mar. And here's to right our gentle-hearted king. [Stabbing him. York. Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God! My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee. [Dies. Q. Mar. Off with his head, and set it on York gates; So York may overlook the town of York.
That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,
And over-shine the earth, as this the world.
Rich. Nay, bear three daughters;-By your leave I speak it,
You love the breeder better than the male.
Not separated with the racking clouds, §
In this the heaven figures some event. Edw. 'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.
I think it cites us, brother, to the field;
• Demeaned himself.
4 Neat cattle, cons, oxen, &c. Aurora takes for a me her farewell of the sun, when she dismisses him to his diurnal course.
The clouds in rop.d tumultuary motion.
Enter a MESSENGER.
But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell
Mess. Ah! one that was a woeful looker of,
Rich. Say how he died, for I will bear it all.
Mess. Environed he was with many foes; And stood against them, as the hope of Troy + Against the Greeks, that would have enter'd Troy.
But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief be wept,
The ruthless queen gave him, to dry his cheeks,
And, after many scorns, many foul taunts, They took his head, and on the gates of York They set the same; and there it doth remais, The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd.
Edw. Sweet duke of York, our prop to lean
Now thou art gone, we bave no staff, no stay!
O Clifford, boist'rous Clifford, thou hast slain
Now my soul's palace is become a prison:
Might in the ground be closed up in rest:
Rich. I cannot weep for all my body's mais
Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burden;
For self-same wind, that I should speak withal,
To weep, is to make less the depth of grief: Tears, then, for babes; blows and revenge for me!
Richard, I bear thy name, I'll venge thy death, Or die renowned by attempting it.
Edw. His name that valiant duke hath left with thee:
His dukedom and his chair with me is left. Rich. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird,
THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.
March.-Enter WARWICK and MONTAGUE, with Forces.
War. How now, fair lords? What fare?
What news abroad?
Rich. Great lord of Warwick, if we should recount
Our baleful news, at each word's deliverance,
O valiant lord, the duke of York is slain.
Which held thee dearly as his soul's redemp
And wring the awful sceptre from his fist;
As he is famed for mildness, peace, and
Rich. I know it well, lord Warwick; blame
\ me not:
'Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.
And wrap our
War. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek
And therefore comes my brother Montague.
And of their feather, many more proud birds,
And now to London all the crew are gone,
Is by the stern lord Clifford done to death."
And now, to add more measure to your woes,
Tidings, as swiftly as the post could run,
To frustrate both his oath, and what beside
And very well appointed, as I thought,
Bearing the king in my behalf along :
Short tale to make,-we at St. Alban's met,
I cannot judge: but, to conclude with truth,
Our soldiers-like the night-owl's lazy flight,
Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,
Rich. Ay, now, methinks, I hear great War-
War. No longer earl of March, but duke of
Edw. Where is the duke of Norfolk, gentle
War. Some six miles off the duke is with the
The next degree is, England's royal throne;
And for your brother, he was lately sent,
Rich. 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant War-
(As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,)
oft have I heard his praises in pursuit, But ne'er till now, his scandal of retire.
War. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thon hear; For thou shalt know, this strong right hand of mine Cam pluck the diadem bead,
from faint Henry's
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. The duke of Norfolk sends you word
The queen is coming with a puissant host;
SCENE II.-Before York.
Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, the
Q. Mar. Welcome, my lord, to this brave
Yonder's the head of that arch euemy,
Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord? K. Hen. Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck ;
To see this sight, it irks my very soul. Withhold revenge, dear God! 'tis not my fault, Not wittingly have I infringed my vow..
Clif. My gracious liege, this too much lenity And harmful pity, must he laid aside. To whom do lions cast their gentle looks? Not to the beast that would usurp their den. Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick? Not his, that spoils her young before her face. Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting? Not he, that sets his foot upon her back. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on; And doves will peck, in safeguard of their brood.
My careless father fondly + gave away?
And let his inanly face, which promiseth
K. Hen. Full well bath Clifford play'd the orator, Inferring arguments of mighty force. Brt, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear, That things ill got had ever bad success ? And happy always was for that son, Whose father for his hoarding went to hell? I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind; And 'would my father had left me no more! For all the rest is held at such a rate, As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep, Than in possession any jet of pleasure. Ah! cousin York! 'would thy best friends did know, How it doth grieve me that thy head is here! Q. Mar. My lord, cheer up your spirits! Our foes are high, And this soft courage makes your followers faint.
You promised knighthood to our forward son; Unsheath your sword, and dub him presently.Edward, kneel down.
K. Hen. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight; Aud learn this lesson,-Draw thy sword in right. Prince. My gracious father, by your kingly leave
I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
Clif. Why, that is spokon like a toward prince.
• Henry was a very amiable and pious monarch: he founded the munificent college of Eton; and also hing's College, Cambridge.
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. Royal commanders, be in readiness; For, with a band of thirty thousand men, Comes Warwick, backing of the duke of York; And, in the towns as they do march along, Proclaims him king, and many fly to bin: D'arraign your battle for they are at hand. Clif. I would your highness would depart the field;
The queen hath best success when you are
Q. Mar. Ay, good, my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
K. Hen. Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.
North. Be it with resolution then to fight. Prince. My royal father, cheer these woble lords,
And hearten those that fight in your defence: Unsheath your sword, good father; cry St. George!
March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers.
Edw. Now, perjured Henry! Wilt thou kacel for grace,
And set thy diadem upon my head;
Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms,
I was adopted heir by his consent:
Since when, bis oath is broke; for, as I bear,
Who should succeed the father, bat the son! Rich. Are you there, butcher 1-0 I cannot speak.
Clif. Ay, crook-back; here I stand, to answer thee,
Or any he the proudest of thy sort. Rich. 'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?
THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.
Q. Mar. Defy them then, or else hold close
K. Hen. I pr'ythee, give no limits to my These words will cost ten thousand lives to day. tongue;
I am a king, and privileged to speak.
Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.
Towton and Saxton in Yorkshire.
For strokes received, and many blows repaid,
And, spite of spite, needs must I rest a while.
Edw. Sinile, gentle heaven!
For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is
A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day, That ne'er shall dine, unless thou yield the crown,
War. If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;
For York in justice puts his armour on.
There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
But like a foul misshapen stigmatic,
gilt, Whose father bears the title of a king, (As if a channel should be call'd the sea,) Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
Edw. No, wrangling woman; we'll no longer
To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
To make this shameless callet ¶ know herself.
And, had he match'd according to his state,
That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of
And either victory, or else a grave.
War. How now, my lord? What hap? What
It is my firm persuasion. + One branded by nature.
Geo. Our hap is loss, our hope but sad des-
ranks are broke, and ruin follows us :
And heap'd sedition on his crown at home.
Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;
Geo. But, when we saw our sunshine made
And weak we are, and cannot shun pursuit.
Rich. Ah! Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
drunk, Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath
Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's
And, in the very pangs of death, he cried,
That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking
And that tby summer bred us no increase,
though the edge hath something hit our-I
The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
War. Then let the earth be drunken with our blood:
Why stand we like soft hearted women bere,
Edw. O Warwick, I do bend my knee with
And, in this vow, do chain my soul to thine.And ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face,
throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee,
Rich. Brother, give me thy hand-and gen-
Geo. Yet let us all together to our troops, And give them leave to fly that will not stay; And call them pillars, that will stand to us;
And are mere spectators.
1 Gilt is a superficial covering of god.
* Keutel was then pronounced channel.