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Henry VI part three

Act II, Scene 2

Before York.
 
[Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, CLIFFORD, and NORTHUMBERLAND, with drum and trumpets]
 
QUEEN MARGARET
       ,             ,                ,     ,         ,
      Welcome | my lord,| to this / brave town | of York,
       ,               ,                ,  ,    ,
      Yonder's | the head | of that / arch-en|emy,
              ,         ,      ,           ,           ,
      That sought | to be | encomp|assed with | your crown.
            ,         ,        ,            ,          ,
      Doth^not | the ob|ject cheer | your heart,| my lord.
 
KING HENRY VI
       ,     2        T     T     T           ,            ,
      Aye, as the | rocks cheer them | that fear | their wrack,
          ,           ,          ,        ,      ,
      To see | this sight,| it irks | my ve|ry soul:
            ,        ,          ,          ,         ,
      Withhold | revenge (dear God)| 'tis not | my fault,
           ,       ,        ,        ,          ,
      Nor wit|tingly | have I | infringed | my vow.
 
CLIFFORD
          ,          ,           ,          ,    ,
      My gra|cious liege,| this^too | much len|ity
            ,       ,      ,         ,       ,
      And harm|ful pi|ty must | be laid | aside:
           ,        ,       ,           ,        ,
      To whom | do li|ons cast | their gent|le looks?
       ,             ,            ,        ,           ,
      Not to | the beast,| that would | usurp | their den.
              ,         ,         ,        ,           ,
      Whose^hand | is that | the for|est bear | doth^lick?
           ,            ,           ,         ,          ,
      Not^his | that spoils | her young | before | her face.
         2    ,          ,        ,          ,        ,
      Who escapes | the lurk|ing serp|ent's mort|al sting?
           ,          ,          ,      ,          ,
      Not he | that sets | his foot | upon | her back.
            ,         ,           ,      2     ,       ,
      The smal|lest worm | will turn,| being trod|den on,
            ,            ,         ,    ,                ,
      And doves | will peck | in safe|guard of | their brood.
         ,         ,         ,      ,         ,
      Ambi|tious York,| did lev|el at | thy crown,
             ,         ,          ,         ,       ,
      Thou smil|ing, while | he knit | his ang|ry brows.
       ,           ,            ,         ,        ,
      He but | a duke,| would have | his son | a king,
            ,          ,       ,       ,        ,
      And raise | his is|sue like | a lov|ing sire.
            ,    2    ,      ,              ,      ,
      Thou be|ing a king,| blest with | a good|ly son,
              ,          ,        ,     ,      ,
      Didst^yield | consent | to dis|inher|it him:
             ,        ,        ,       ,       ,      ->
      Which arg|ued thee | a most | unlov|ing fath||er.
       ,  ,   2        ,          ,            ,
      Un|reasona|ble creat|ures feed | their young,
       .     T     T     T         ,       ,           ,
      And though man's face | be fear|ful to | their eyes,
           ,       ,        ,          ,        ,
      Yet in | protec|tion of | their tend|er ones,
            ,          ,         ,       ,            ,
      Who hath | not seen | them ev|en with | those^wings,
              ,         ,           ,           ,         ,
      Which some|time they | have used | with fear|ful flight,
            ,          ,            ,         ,           ,
      Make^war | with him | that climbed | unto | their nest,
       ,                ,      ,                 ,          ,
      Offering | their own | lives in | their young's | defense?
            ,          ,            ,           ,     ,
      For shame,| my liege,| make them | your prec|edent:
            ,        ,      ,           ,      ,
      Were it | not pi|ty that | this good|ly boy
               ,          ,     ,             ,          ,
      Should lose | his birth|right by | his fath|er's fault,
            ,         ,      ,       ,         ,
      And long | hereaft|er say | unto | his child,
                  ,     ,    ,          2      ,          ,
      What my / great-grand|father,| and his grand|sire* got,
           ,        ,        ,       ,      ,
      My care|less fath|er fond|ly gave | away.
       ,             ,            ,          ,        ,
      Ah, what | a shame | were this?| Look^on | the boy,
           ,         ,       ,           ,      ,
      And let | his man|ly face,| which prom|iseth
          ,        ,         ,          ,         ,
      Succes|sful for|tune steel | thy melt|ing heart,
           ,           ,          ,            ,          ,
      To hold | thine^own,| and leave | thine^own | with him.
 
KING HENRY VI
              ,           ,          ,          ,   ,
      Full* well | hath Clif|ford played | the or|ator,
         ,        ,     ,          ,       ,
      Infer|ring arg|uments | of migh|ty force:
            ,         ,          ,           ,       ,
      But Clif|ford tell | me, didst | thou nev|er hear,
              ,      T   T    .  T      ,         ,
      That things | ill-got, had^ev|er bad | success?
           ,      ,       ,        ,          ,
      And hap|py al|ways was | it for | that son,
             ,       ,          ,         ,         ,
      Whose fath|er for | his hoard|ing went | to hell:
             ,         ,        ,    2     ,         ,
      I'll leave | my son | my vir|tuous deeds | behind,
            ,         ,              ,   ,        ,
      And would | my fath|er had / left me | no more:
           ,          ,         ,         ,        ,
      For all | the rest | is held | at such | a rate,
            ,         ,         ,            ,         ,
      As brings | a thous|and-fold | more* care | to keep,
            ,       ,        ,     ,         ,
      Than in | posses|sion and | jot of | pleasure.
          ,        ,           ,            ,            ,
      Ah cous|in York,| would^thy | best^friends | did^know,
           ,           ,          ,          ,         ,
      How^it | doth grieve | me that | thy head | is here.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
           ,           ,           x            ,          ,
      My lord | cheer^up | your spirits,| our foes | are nigh,
                   ,   ,         ,           ,    2      ,
      And this / soft cour|age makes | your fol|lowers faint:
           ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      You prom|ised knight|hood^to | our for|ward son,
           ,             ,          ,         ,       ,
      Unsheathe | your sword,| and dub | him pres|ently.
       ,        ___     __
      Edward,| kneel | down.  \\
 
KING HENRY VI
       ,            ,    ,       ,         ,
      Edward | Plantag|enet,| arise | a knight,
            ,           ,         ,          ,          ,
      And learn | this les|son; draw | thy sword | in right.
 
PRINCE
          ,         ,        ,          ,       ,
      My gra|cious fath|er, by | your king|ly leave,
             ,        ,      ,       ,         ,
      I'll draw | it as | appar|ent to | the crown,
           ,          ,        ,        ,         ,
      And in | that quar|rel, use | it to | the death.
 
CLIFFORD
            ,        ,        ,       ,         ,
      Why that | is spok|en like | a to|ward prince.
 
[Enter a Messenger]
 
MESSENGER
       ,          ,         ,        ,     ,
      Royal | command|ers, be | in read|iness,
       ,             ,         ,       ,        ,
      For with | a band | of thir|ty thous|and men,
             ,         ,       ,         ,         ,
      Comes^War|wick back|ing of | the Duke | of York,
           ,         ,          ,         ,        ,
      And in | the towns,| as they | do march | along,
            ,           ,         ,     ,        ,
      Proclaims | him king,| and ma|ny fly | to him,
           ,           ,        ,          ,         ,
      Darraign | your bat|tle, for | they are | at hand.
 
CLIFFORD
          ,            ,         ,         ,          ,
      I would | your high|ness would | depart | the field,
            ,            ,         ,          ,         ,       2->
      The queen | hath best | success | when you | are abs||ent.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
             ,         ,             x      ,        ,
      Aye* good | my lord,| and leave us | to our | fortune.
 
KING HENRY VI
       ,             T   Tx     T           ,           ,
      Why, that's | my fortune^too,| therefore | I'll stay.
 
NORTHUMBERLAND
       ,            ,    ,        ,         ,
      Be it | with res|olu|tion then | to fight.
 
PRINCE EDWARD
          ,      ,         ,            ,       ,
      My roy|al fath|er, cheer | these nob|le lords,
            ,        ,            ,          ,         ,
      And heart|en those | that fight | in your | defense:
           ,             ,            ,        ,             ,
      Unsheathe | your sword,| good* fath|er: cry | Saint^George.
 
[March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers]
 
EDWARD
           ,         ,        ,           ,           ,
      Now per|jured Hen|ry, wilt | thou kneel | for grace?
           ,         ,   ,      ,         ,
      And set | thy di|adem | upon | my head?
           ,         ,       ,        ,         ,
      Or bide | the mort|al for|tune of | the field.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
            ,         ,          ,        ,        ,
      Go* rate | thy min|ions, proud | insult|ing boy,
          ,          ,        ,          ,         ,
      Becomes | it thee | to be | thus bold | in terms,
          ,          ,          ,         ,        ,
      Before | thy sove|reign, and | thy law|ful king?
 
EDWARD
         ,         ,         ,           ,          ,
      I am | his king,| and he | should bow | his knee;
         ,       ,       ,        ,         ,
      I was | adopt|ed heir | by his | consent.
              ,          ,         ,          ,       ,
      Since when,| his oath | is broke:| for as | I hear,
       ,               ,            ,        ,          ,
      You that | are king,| though he | do wear | the crown,
              ,               ,   ,        ,       ,
      Have caused | him by / new act | of parl|iament,
       .   T   T   T        ,         ,         ,
      To blot out me,| and put | his own | son^in.
 
CLIFFORD
           ,      ,
      And reason too,   \\
             ,          ,         ,        ,         ,
      Who should | succeed | the fath|er, but | the son.
 
RICHARD
           ,             ,       ,      ,        ,
      Are you | there* butch|er? O,| I can|not speak.
 
CLIFFORD
       T    T     T        2    ,         ,        ,
      Aye crook-back,| here I stand | to ans|wer thee,
         ,     ,         ,        ,         ,
      Or an|y he,| the proud|est of | thy sort.
 
RICHARD
             ,            ,            ,         ,        ,
      'Twas you | that killed | young^Rut|land, was | it not?
 
CLIFFORD
       T    .   T    T         ,         ,      ,
      Aye, and old York,| and yet | not sat|isfied.
 
RICHARD
            ,       T    T     T     ,         2      ,
      For God's | sake lords give | signal | to the fight.
 
WARWICK
             ,           ,
      What sayst | thou Hen|ry,
                                  ,           ,           ,                           
                                Wilt | thou yield | the crown?
 
QUEEN MARGARET
          2      ,      T     T     T          ,          ,
      Why* how* now | long-tongued War|wick, dare | you speak?   ??
            ,        ,    ,              ,         ,
      When you | and I,| met at | Saint Al|ban's last,
             ,         ,       ,         ,           ,
      Your legs | did bet|ter serv|ice than | your hands.
 
WARWICK
        ,           T   T   .  T         ,          ,
      Then 'twas | my turn to fly,| and now |'tis thine:
 
CLIFFORD
            ,         ,        ,         ,          ,
      You said | so much | before,| and yet | you fled.
 
WARWICK
             ,          ,       ,         ,           ,
      'Twas not | your val|or Clif|ford drove | me thence.
 
NORTHUMBERLAND
       ,              ,                ,     ,          ,
      No, nor | your man|hood that / durst make | you stay.
 
RICHARD
           ,       ,        ,           ,       ,
      Northum|berland,| I hold | thee reve|rently,
        T    T   .   T                ,   ,      2    ,
      Break off the par|ley, for / scarce I | can refrain
           ,   ,     2    ,    T     Tx     T
      The ex|ecu|tion of my | big-swollen heart  ??
        ,           ,                 ,     ,     ,
      Upon | that Clif|ford, that / cruel child-|killer.
 
CLIFFORD
          ,         ,          ,           ,        ,
      I slew | thy fath|er, callst | thou him | a child?
 
RICHARD
       T    T  .  T         ,         ,            x
      Aye like a dast|ard, and | a treache|rous coward,  ??
           ,          ,       ,      ,       ,
      As thou didst^kill our tender brother Rutland,    ????
                 ,  ,           ,           ,           ,
      But^ere*/ sunset,| I'll make | thee curse | the deed.
 
KING HENRY VI
             ,           ,          ,           ,         ,
      Have done | with words |(my lords)| and hear | me speak.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
         ,          ,     .   T    T    T           ,
      Defy | them then,| or else hold close | thy lips.
 
KING HENRY VI
          ,         ,         ,       ,         ,
      I prith|ee, give | no* lim|its to | my tongue,
         ,       ,         ,      ,          ,
      I am | a king,| and priv|ileged | to speak.
 
CLIFFORD
           ,           ,            ,          ,         ,
      My liege,| the wound | that bred | this meet|ing here,
       ,            ,          ,            ,         ,
      Cannot | be cured | by words,| therefore | be still.
 
RICHARD
            ,   ,           ,   ,            ,
      Then ex|ecu|tioner / unsheathe | thy sword:
          ,           ,        ,       ,        ,
      By him | that made | us all,| I am | resolved,
             ,          ,           ,      ,           ,
      That Clif|ford's man|hood*, lies | upon | his tongue.
 
EDWARD
            ,        ,         ,         ,         ,
      Say* Hen|ry, shall | I have | my right,| or no:
          ,        ,           ,             ,        ,
      A thous|and men | have broke | their fasts | today,
             ,            ,        ,           ,           ,
      That nere | shall dine,| unless | thou yield | the crown.
 
WARWICK
           ,       ,           ,       ,          ,
      If thou | deny,| their blood | upon | thy head,
            ,        ,         ,         ,      ,
      For York | in just|ice puts | his arm|or on.
 
PRINCE EDWARD
           ,         ,            ,         ,         ,
      If that | be right | which War|wick says | is right,
             ,        ,          ,       ,          ,
      There is | no wrong,| but eve|ry thing | is right.
 
RICHARD
         ,      ,            ,          ,         ,
      Whoev|er got | thee, there | thy moth|er stands,
            ,       ,           ,         ,           ,
      For well | I wot,| thou hast | thy moth|er's tongue.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
            ,          ,        ,          ,         ,
      But thou | art neith|er like | thy sire | nor dam,
            ,        ,         ,       ,   ,
      But like | a foul | misshap|en stig|matic,
         ,     2       ,      ,        ,    ,
      Marked by the | desti|nies to | be a|voided,
          ,       ,         ,          ,          ,
      As ven|om toads,| or liz|ards' dread|ful stings.
 
RICHARD
      ,          ,        ,          ,         ,
      Iron | of Nap|les, hid | with Eng|lish gilt,
              ,       ,          ,      ,       ,
      Whose fath|er bears | the tit|le of | a king,
           ,       ,         ,           ,          ,
      (As if | a chan|nel should | be called | the sea)
         ,           ,                ,           ,         ,
      Shamst thou | not, *know|ing whence | thou art | extraught,
          ,           ,         ,     .     T    T    T
      To let | thy tongue | detect | thy* base-born heart.
 
EDWARD
          ,         ,            ,         ,          ,
      A wisp | of straw | were worth | a thous|and crowns,
           ,           ,         ,        ,         ,
      To make | this shame|less cal|let know | herself:
       ,            ,           ,      ,           ,
      Helen | of Greece | was fair|er far | than thou,
           ,          ,        ,        ,     ,
      Although | thy hus|band may | be Men|elaus;
            ,         ,   ,          ,         ,
      And nere | was Ag|amem|non's broth|er wronged
                  ,    ,             ,    ,         ,
      By that / false wom|an, as / this king | by thee.
           ,       ,         ,         ,           ,
      His fath|er rev|elled in | the heart | of France,
            ,           ,          ,          ,        ,
      And tamed | the king,| and made | the Dauph|in stoop:
           ,          ,         ,        ,         ,
      And had | he matched | accord|ing to | his state,
           ,            ,          ,      ,         ,
      He might | have kept | that glo|ry to | this day.
            ,         ,       ,       ,        ,
      But when | he took | a beg|gar to | his bed,
             ,           ,      ,               ,      ,
      And graced | thy poor | sire with | his brid|al day,
        2    ,          ,    T      T   .   Tx          ,
      Even then | that sun|shine brewed a shower | for him,
              ,          ,         ,          ,           ,
      That washed | his fath|er's for|tunes forth | of France,
             ,        ,       ,         ,          ,
      And heaped | sedi|tion on | his crown | at home:
            ,             ,            ,       ,          ,
      For what | hath broached | this tum|ult but | thy pride?
              ,           ,         ,       ,           ,
      Hadst thou | been meek,| our tit|le still | had slept,
           ,       ,     ,        ,        ,
      And we | in pi|ty of | the gent|le king,
             ,            ,        ,      ,       ,
      Had slipped | our claim,| until | anoth|er age.
 
GEORGE
            ,        ,         ,          ,           ,
      But when | we saw,| our sun|shine^made | thy spring,  ??
            ,         ,        ,        ,        ,
      And that | thy sum|mer bred | us no | increase,
          ,         ,        ,       ,        ,
      We set | the axe | to thy | usurp|ing root:
             ,           ,           ,         ,          ,
      And though | the edge | hath some|thing hit | ourselves,
            ,      ,     ,                  ,          ,
      Yet know | thou, since / we have | begun | to strike,
             ,       ,           ,          ,           ,
      We'll nev|er leave,| till we | have hewn | thee down,
            ,           ,         ,          ,        ,
      Or bathed | thy grow|ing, with | our heat|ed bloods.
 
EDWARD
           ,         ,    ,        2    ,   ,
      And in | this res|olu|tion, I de/fy thee,
           ,        ,     ,       ,      ,
      Not^wil|ling an|y long|er conf|erence,
              ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      Since^thou | deniedst | the gent|le king | to speak.
        ,     ,                    ,      ,        ,
      Sound trump/ets, let | our bloo|dy col|ors wave,
            ,       ,    ,        ,        ,
      And eith|er vict|ory,| or else | a grave.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
       __     ,
      Stay | Edward.   \\
 
EDWARD
           ,         ,        ,           ,       ,
      No wrang|ling wom|an, we'll | no* long|er stay,
              ,            ,          ,         ,           ,
      These^words | will cost | ten^thous|and lives | this day.
 
[Exeunt]

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