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Henry VI part three

Act I, Scene 2

Sandal Castle.
 
[Enter RICHARD, EDWARD, and MONTAGUE]
 
RICHARD
       ,               ,        ,          ,         ,
      Brother,| though I | be young|est, give | me leave.
 
EDWARD
       ,           ,        ,         ,   ,
      No, I | can bet|ter play | the or|ator.
 
MONTAGUE
          ,         ,          ,          ,     ,
      But I | have reas|ons strong | and for|cible.
 
[Enter YORK]
 
YORK
           ,     T    T    .    T        ,        ,
      Why how | now sons, and broth|er, at | a strife?
        ,              ,        ,       ,         ,
      What is | your quar|rel? How | began | it first?
 
EDWARD
           ,        ,         ,         ,
      No quar|rel, but | a slight | conten|tion.
 
YORK
                                                   2    ,
                                                About what?   ??
 
RICHARD
         ,      ,              ,            ,          ,
      About | that which^|concerns | your grace | and us,
            ,         ,         ,         ,          ,
      The crown | of Eng|land, fath|er, which | is yours.
 
YORK
        T   T    T           ,     ,           ,
      Mine boy? not | till King | Henry | be dead.
 
RICHARD
             ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      Your right | depends | not^on | his life,| or death.
 
EDWARD
       ,              ,      ,            ,        ,
      Now you | are heir,| therefore | enjoy | it now;
          ,     2      ,         ,     2     ,           ,
      By giv|ing the house | of Lan|caster leave | to breathe,
           ,        ,          ,        ,        ,
      It will | outrun | you, fath|er, in | the end.
 
YORK
          ,         ,          ,           ,   2     ,
      I took | an oath,| that he | should qui|etly reign.
 
EDWARD
           ,        ,       ,     ,     ,         ,
      But for | a king|dom an|y oath | may be | broken:
      ,           ,         ,          ,           T    T    T
      I would | break a | thousand | oaths, to | reign one year.  (hex with prev)
 
RICHARD
       ,            ,           ,             ,        ,
      No: God*| forbid | your grace | should be | forsworn.
 
YORK
          ,          ,       ,        ,      ,
      I shall | be, if | I claim | by op|en war.
 
RICHARD
             ,        2    ,       ,            ,         ,
      I'll prove | the contra|ry, if | you'll hear | me speak.
 
YORK
             ,           ,     ,         ,     ,
      Thou canst | not, son:| it is | impos|sible.
 
RICHARD
           ,             ,  ,         x           ,
      An oath | is of / no mom|ent, being | not took
          ,        ,         ,       ,      ,
      Before | a true | and law|ful mag|istrate,
             ,        ,    ,        ,            ,
      That hath | author|ity | ore him | that swears.
       ,            ,         ,       ,          ,
      Henry | had none,| but did | usurp | the place.
            ,     2       ,          ,         ,       ,
      Then see|ing 'twas he | that made | you to | depose,
             ,         ,         ,          ,     ,
      Your oath,| my lord,| is vain | and friv|olous.
        ,              ,         ,       ,         ,
      Therefore | to arms:| and fath|er do | but think,
            ,         ,         ,        ,        ,
      How sweet | a thing | it is | to wear | a crown,
          ,           ,        ,     ,    ,
      Within | whose^cir|cuit is | Ely|sium,
           ,          ,       ,          ,          ,
      And all | that po|ets feign | of bliss | and joy.
           ,       ,        ,       ,        ,
      Why do | we fing|er thus?| I can|not rest,
         ,     .    T     T    T        ,         ,
      Until | the white rose that | I wear,| be dyed
        x    2        T   T    T         ,         ,
      Even in the | lukewarm blood | of Hen|ry's heart.
 
YORK
       ,           ,         ,         ,        ,
      Richard | enough:| I will | be king,| or die.
       ,               ,         ,       ,       ,
      Brother,| thou shalt | to Lon|don pres|ently,
            ,        ,        ,         ,      ,
      And whet | on War|wick to | this ent|erprise.
       __     ,          ,     2        ,        ,
      Thou | Richard | shalt to the | Duke of | Norfolk,
            ,          ,    ,       ,        ,
      And tell | him priv|ily | of our | intent.
       ,   ,               ,          ,     ,
      You Ed/ward shall | unto | my Lord | Cobham,
             ,         ,       ,          ,      2    ,
      With whom | the Kent|ishmen | will wil|lingly rise.
           ,        ,           ,         ,     ,
      In them | I trust:| for they | are sol|diers,
       ,        ,           ,         ,          x
      Witty,| courte|ous, libe|ral, full | of spirit.
             ,          ,         ,           ,         ,
      While you | are thus | employed,| what rest|eth more?
            ,        ,       ,       ,         ,
      But that | I seek | occa|sion how | to rise,
           ,     .    T   T    T     ,        ,
      And yet | the king not priv|y to | my drift,
          ,     ,         ,         ,      ,
      Nor an|y of | the house | of Lan|caster?
            ,           ,          ,           ,          ,
      But stay,| what news?| Why comst | thou in | such post?
 
[Enter a Messenger]
 
MESSENGER
            ,
      The queen,
                       ,         ,          ,           ,
                 With all | the north|ern earls | and lords,
          ,      ,    2     ,          ,         ,
      Intend | here to be|siege you | in your | castle.
       T   .   T   T          ,       ,        ,
      She is hard by,| with twen|ty thous|and men:
            ,         ,     ,          ,         ,
      And there|fore for|tify | your hold,| my lord.
 
YORK
       ,       2       T
      Aye, with my | sword.
                             T      T        ,       2       ,
                           What? Thinkst | thou, that we | fear them?
       ,            ,         ,            ,          ,
      Edward | and Rich|ard, you | shall stay | with me,
          ,        ,     ,            ,        ,       ->
      My broth|er Mont|ague | shall post | to Lon||don.
       ,     ,       ,         ,          2      ,
      Let | noble | Warwick,| Cobham,| and the rest,
        ,              ,        ,        ,         ,
      Whom we | have left | protect|ors of | the king,
            ,    2    ,    ,     ,                 ,
      With pow|erful pol|icy | strengthen | themselves,
            ,          ,       ,       ,          ,
      And trust | not simp|le Hen|ry, nor | his oaths.
 
MONTAGUE
       ,           ,         ,            ,        ,
      Brother,| I go:| I'll win | them, fear | it not.
            ,          ,      ,        ,         ,
      And thus | most hum|bly I | do take | my leave.
 
[Exit. Enter JOHN MORTIMER and HUGH MORTIMER]
            ,       2      ,     ,     ,          ,
      Sir John,| and Sir Hugh | Morti|mer, mine^|uncles,
       ,          ,        ,         2   ,       ,
      You are | come to | Sandal | in a hap|py hour.
           ,     ,         ,       ,    2     ,
      The ar|my of | the queen | mean to be|siege us.
 
JOHN MORTIMER
            ,           ,            ,         ,         ,
      She shall | not need,| we'll meet | her in | the field.
 
YORK
       __           ,      ,        ___
      What,| with five | thousand | men?
 
RICHARD
      <-___           ,     ,         ,        ,       __
        Aye,|| with five | hundred,| father,| for a | need.
         ,        ,    ,      ,                ,
      A wom|an's gen|eral:| what should | we fear?
 
[A march afar off]
 
EDWARD
          ,            ,
      I hear | their drums:
                             ,      2       ,        ,
                           Let's set^our | men in | order,
           ,       ,          ,          ,          ,
      And is|sue forth,| and bid | them bat|tle straight.
 
YORK
        T   T   .   T         ,           ,         ,
      Five men to twen|ty: though | the odds | be great,
          ,      ,    ,                ,     ,
      I doubt | not, unc/le, of | our vic|tory.
       ,        ,        ,       ,          ,
      Many | a bat|tle have | I won | in France,
            ,       ,   2    ,          ,        ,
      When^as | the en|emy hath | been ten | to one:
             ,        ,     ,               ,         ,
      Why should | I not | now have | the like | success?
 
[Alarum. Exeunt]

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