what hope of good? But let me see: is this our foeman's face? Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death. Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain: Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds. If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords. How hast thou injured both thyself and us! You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow: Now stops thy spring; my sea sha$l suck them dry. nay, then the world goes hard. Why faint you, lords? And cried 'all hail!' [Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? A digital anthology of early modern English drama, Transcriptions, metadata, and images of manuscripts from the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. Welcome, brave Warwick! Be sent for, to return from France with speed; For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear. It is a history play. But keep our course, though the rough wind say no. And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven. That we could hear no news of his repair? How it doth grieve me that thy head is here! And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks. Dramatically, their quarrels present the national … And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands. King Henry VI, Part 3 (Wars of the Roses #7), William Shakespeare Henry VI, Part 3, is a history play by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written in 1591, and set during the lifetime of King Henry VI of England. Were brought me of your loss and his depart. What you command, that rests in me to do. if you had. Angered by the thought of her son not in power, Queen Margaret leads her army against York. You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace. Until the end, the Yorkists and Lancastrians strive for the English crown. And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears. Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade. To wife for Edward: if this news be true. Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. see where Oxford comes! Infuriated, Henry's queen, Margaret, raises an army. And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak. And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow! The bloody parliament shall this be call'd. That his chief followers lodge in towns about him. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud. “I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear. To seek to put me down and reign thyself. And this the regal seat: possess it, York; For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'. And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest. (Act 1) Richard Duke of York has just won a battle against King Henry VI, but the King has escaped. Works. And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be; Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting. Your father's head, which Clifford placed there; Instead whereof let this supply the room: Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house. would I had died a maid. Where kings command. And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge. Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter. Proud setter up and puller down of kings! Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland. That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine. Or else you famish; that's a threefold death. King Edward captures Margaret and helps to kill her son, Prince Edward. Paperback $ 10.89. This may plant courage in their quailing breasts; Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone: Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York. Not his that spoils her young before her face. I was the chief that raised him to the crown. 'A Lancaster! [Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose. To make prescription for a kingdom's worth. Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. Pass'd over to the end they were created. And you were sworn true subjects unto me: And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths? That Bona shall be wife to the English king. such safety finds. But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp. He might have kept that glory to this day; And graced thy poor sire with his bridal-day. Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend. The thief doth fear each bush an officer. Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds; No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight: For at their hands I have deserved no pity. Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us! Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it. Then, England's messenger, return in post. Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats. how evil it beseems thee. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. I'll never pause again, never stand still, Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth. To link with him that were not lawful chosen. We may surprise and take him at our pleasure? And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords; For he that interrupts him shall not live. To shepherds looking on their silly sheep. For one to thrust his hand between his teeth. And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath. What, doth she swoon? Your legs did better service than your hands. Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharged with grief. Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence; And once again proclaim us King of England. Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence: May that ground gape and swallow me alive. Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend. Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester. Ah, what a shame were this! Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal. Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou. Which sometime they have used with fearful flight. To take their rooms, ere I can place myself: Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty; And spies a far-off shore where he would tread. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave. Look on the boy; Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart. I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will. Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands? To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords. She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe. Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength. Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer? Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears; And now, to add more measure to your woes. Ah, wretched man! Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there, Rather than have that savage duke thine heir. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] I fear her not, unless she, [Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that! Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word: Let me for this my life-time reign as king. Tell me for truth the measure of his love, Myself have often heard him say and swear. Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless. When you and I met at Saint Alban's last. No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm. For love of Edward's offspring in my womb: And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross; And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs, Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown. How now, fair lords! Warwick breaks with King Edward and joins with Margaret to raise a French army. tell me. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear; For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all. what shouts are these? Sprawl'st thou? Both him and all his brothers unto reason. Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York. Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son. Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee? Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice. Thy balm wash'd off wherewith thou wast anointed: No bending knee will call thee Caesar now. how began it first? Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford; Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch. The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee. let us lay hands upon him. I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown. Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught. 'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage. No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay. Unless our halberds did shut up his passage. for all your friends are fled. Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend! Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd. Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight: Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Will but amount to five and twenty thousand. And he that will not fight for such a hope. To set the crown once more on Henry's head: Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down, For trust not him that hath once broken faith,--. For choosing me when Clarence is in place. And when the king comes, offer no violence. Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay. The fatal colours of our striving houses: The one his purple blood right well resembles; The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth: Wither one rose, and let the other flourish; If you contend, a thousand lives must wither. Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle. Of force enough to bid his brother battle; With whom an upright zeal to right prevails. And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds. Reignier, her father, to the king of France. Thy father slew my father; therefore, die. Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope. But see where Somerset and Clarence come! Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick; And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable. What brings thee to France? When nature brought him to the door of death? And with dishonour laid me on the ground; Where I must take like seat unto my fortune. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt? What service wilt thou do me, if I give them? How will the country for these woful chances. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow. Henry VI Part 3 (1923) Yale/Text/Act V. From Wikisource < Henry VI Part 3 (1923) Yale | Text. And stood against them, as the hope of Troy. For, though before his face I speak the words. Now march we hence: discharge the common sort, With pay and thanks, and let's away to London. And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge. The good old man would fain that all were well. Hath placed thy beauty's image and thy virtue. The queen with all the northern earls and lords. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! Was ever king so grieved for subjects' woe? Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle. His currish riddles sort not with this place. Where is that devil's butcher. Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way: So do I wish the crown, being so far off; And so I chide the means that keeps me from it; My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much. That raught at mountains with outstretched arms. 'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son: The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me. My gracious father, by your kingly leave. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd. [Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, good leave have you; for. Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends. The journey continues in 2021 as we read Shakespeare’s history plays one month at a time. and that succession be determined. As York sits, Henry enters with his followers, who want to fight York right there. 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. With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird. For shame, my liege, make them your precedent! I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot. And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile! See who it is: and, now the battle's ended. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend, This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair. My quarrel and this English queen's are one. Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns. Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love; For both of you are birds of selfsame feather. For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded. Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong: With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's; For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help. We charge you, in God's name, and the king's. Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee. I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause. Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible; Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless. And who durst mine when Warwick bent his brow? And as for you yourself, our quondam queen. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right. Ah, timorous wretch! Is kindling coals that fires all my breast. Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs. : Published according to the true originall copies. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. My breast can better brook thy dagger's point. True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all. Peace, thou! Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood. And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere. And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame. That Edward is escaped from your brother. Fell Warwick's brother and by that our foe. Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland. Off with the crown, and with the crown his head; And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead. An if what pleases him shall pleasure you. You, that are king, though he do wear the crown. As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds. And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick. Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost; And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. Montague hath breathed his last; And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick, And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.'. And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right. So long as Edward is thy constant friend. King Henry and the prince his son are gone: Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest. Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes! We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. Away! Act 1, Scene 3: Field of battle betwixt Sandal Castle and Wakefield. Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled: Warwick, what are thy news? And cried 'A crown, or else a glorious tomb! Please you dismiss me either with 'ay' or 'no. for a thousand causes. Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends. O, I cannot speak! With promise of high pay and great rewards: But all in vain; they had no heart to fight. I think it cites us, brother, to the field, Should notwithstanding join our lights together. We are true subjects to the king, King Edward. Will follow mine, if once they see them spread; And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, That, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us. Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him. My mercy dried their water-flowing tears; I have not been desirous of their wealth. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need: I hear their drums: let's set our men in order. Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry. Then let the earth be drunken with our blood: I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly. Suppose they take offence without a cause. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow. Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick? For wise men say it is the wisest course. And joy that thou becomest King Henry's friend. Say you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while! That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's. Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave: Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave? There is no wrong, but every thing is right. And therefore I yield thee my free consent. Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York; And when the morning sun shall raise his car. why, now thou hast thy will: For raging wind blows up incessant showers. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe. [Aside] Her looks do argue her replete with modesty; All her perfections challenge sovereignty: And she shall be my love, or else my queen.--. And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right? For many lives stand between me and home: That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns, But toiling desperately to find it out,--. Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness. By that false woman, as this king by thee. Become a teacher member to get access to lesson plans and professional development. All anyone seems to do is kill or be killed. A selection of images related to 3 Henry VI is shown below, with links to our digital image collection. And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow. And prince shall follow with a fresh supply. Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak. And blow it to the source from whence it came: The very beams will dry those vapours up. But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset? come to me, friend or foe. Fly, lords, and save yourselves; For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest. Was done to death? That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury: Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; And, as we march, our strength will be augmented. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. Shame on himself! Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king? In blood of those that had encounter'd him: And when the hardiest warriors did retire, Richard cried 'Charge! The conflict between these two families began under Richard II. Sound drums and trumpets! But most himself, if he could see his shame. And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester; Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. With powerful policy strengthen themselves. Our dukedom till God please to send the rest. then I'll warrant. Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland. Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love! To make this shameless callet know herself. No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn. Have a question about our collections? What, not an oath? murderers! But in this troublous time what's to be done? Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen. And we shall have more wars before 't be long. Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them. V, with notes by Samuel Johnson (1765) (external scan) He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. While he himself keeps in the cold field? Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears; Yea even my foes will shed fast-falling tears. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content: We'll yoke together, like a double shadow, And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful. would thy best friends did know. When dying clouds contend with growing light. I come to tell you things sith then befall'n. Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn! Richard hath best deserved of all my sons. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken. Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen. Therefore, to arms! She better would have fitted me or Clarence: Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir. Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage. Why stay we now? I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture. And swell so much the higher by their ebb. That taught his son the office of a fowl! 'Tis better using France than trusting France: Let us be back'd with God and with the seas. So that we fled; the king unto the queen; Lord George your brother, Norfolk and myself. What though the mast be now blown overboard. Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink: Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had. By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word. If you be king, why should not I succeed? To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live. His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle. Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: And, for I should not deal in her soft laws. A crown for York! But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne. They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont. Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure. And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee; Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite. Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak. It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen. And takes her farewell of the glorious sun! Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself. fear not, man, but yield me up the keys; For Edward will defend the town and thee. As shall revenge his death before I stir. farewell sour annoy! [Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it. Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York; Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March: Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop. Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death. do not honour him so much. And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest. Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood: But you are more inhuman, more inexorable. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee: This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him. Ah, what a life were this! Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along. wilt thou go along? Had left no mourning widows for our death; And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace. Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike. For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure; But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free. And take the great-grown traitor unawares: Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. You promised knighthood to our forward son: Unsheathe your sword, and dub him presently. [Aside to CLARENCE] He plies her hard; and much rain, [Aside to GLOUCESTER] As red as fire! She captures, taunts, and kills York. Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain. Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. Than Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daughter. Thy father bears the type of King of Naples. Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood, 'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'. The scatter'd foe that hopes to rise again; For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt. Enter a Son that has killed his father, dragging in the dead body, Enter a Father that has killed his son, bringing in the body, Alarums: excursions. So shalt thou sinew both these lands together; And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread. From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit: Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news; Had he been slain, we should have heard the news; Or had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard. The owl shriek'd at thy birth,--an evil sign; The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees; The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top. 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