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Henry VI, Part 3 - Act 2, scene 2Act 2, scene 2
⌜Scene 2⌝
Synopsis:
Warwick and the Yorkists confront King Henry, Margaret, the newly knighted Prince Edward, and the other Lancastrians. Both the Lancastrian Henry and the Yorkist Edward claim the kingship. The forces for each side prepare to engage in battle.
Flourish. Enter King ⌜Henry,⌝ Queen ⌜Margaret,⌝Clifford, Northumberland, and young Prince ⌜Edward,
all wearing the red rose⌝ with Drum and Trumpets,
⌜the head of York fixed above them.⌝
QUEEN MARGARET, ⌜to King Henry⌝
0808 Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.
0809 Yonder’s the head of that arch-enemy
0810 That sought to be encompassed with your crown.
0811 Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
KING HENRY
0812 5 Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wrack!
0813 To see this sight, it irks my very soul.
0814 Withhold revenge, dear God! ’Tis not my fault,
0815 Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow.
CLIFFORD
0816 My gracious liege, this too much lenity
0817 10 And harmful pity must be laid aside.
0818 To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
0819 Not to the beast that would usurp their den.
0820 Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?
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0821
Not his that spoils her young before her face.0822 15 Who scapes the lurking serpent’s mortal sting?
0823 Not he that sets his foot upon her back.
0824 The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on,
0825 And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
0826 Ambitious York did level at thy crown,
0827 20 Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows.
0828 He, but a duke, would have his son a king
0829 And raise his issue like a loving sire;
0830 Thou being a king, blest with a goodly son,
0831 Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
0832 25 Which argued thee a most unloving father.
0833 Unreasonable creatures feed their young;
0834 And though man’s face be fearful to their eyes,
0835 Yet in protection of their tender ones,
0836 Who hath not seen them, even with those wings
0837 30 Which sometime they have used with fearful flight,
0838 Make war with him that climbed unto their nest,
0839 Offering their own lives in their young’s defense?
0840 For shame, my liege, make them your precedent.
0841 Were it not pity that this goodly boy
0842 35 Should lose his birthright by his father’s fault,
0843 And long hereafter say unto his child
0844 “What my great-grandfather and grandsire got,
0845 My careless father fondly gave away”?
0846 Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy,
0847 40 And let his manly face, which promiseth
0848 Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart
0849 To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
KING HENRY
0850 Full well hath Clifford played the orator,
0851 Inferring arguments of mighty force.
0852 45 But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear
0853 That things ill got had ever bad success?
0854 And happy always was it for that son
0855 Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?
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0856
I’ll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind,0857 50 And would my father had left me no more;
0858 For all the rest is held at such a rate
0859 As brings a thousandfold more care to keep
0860 Than in possession any jot of pleasure.
0861 Ah, cousin York, would thy best friends did know
0862 55 How it doth grieve me that thy head is here.
QUEEN MARGARET
0863 My lord, cheer up your spirits; our foes are nigh,
0864 And this soft courage makes your followers faint.
0865 You promised knighthood to our forward son.
0866 Unsheathe your sword and dub him presently.—
0867 60 Edward, kneel down.⌜He kneels.⌝
KING HENRY, ⌜dubbing him knight⌝
0868 Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight,
0869 And learn this lesson: draw thy sword in right.
PRINCE EDWARD, ⌜rising⌝
0870 My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
0871 I’ll draw it as apparent to the crown
0872 65 And in that quarrel use it to the death.
CLIFFORD
0873 Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
Enter a Messenger.
MESSENGER
0874 Royal commanders, be in readiness,
0875 For with a band of thirty thousand men
0876 Comes Warwick backing of the Duke of York,
0877 70 And in the towns as they do march along
0878 Proclaims him king, and many fly to him.
0879 Deraign your battle, for they are at hand.⌜He exits.⌝
CLIFFORD
0880 I would your Highness would depart the field.
0881 The Queen hath best success when you are absent.
QUEEN MARGARET
0882 75 Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
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KING HENRY 0883 Why, that’s my fortune too; therefore I’ll stay.
NORTHUMBERLAND
0884 Be it with resolution, then, to fight.
PRINCE EDWARD
0885 My royal father, cheer these noble lords
0886 And hearten those that fight in your defense.
0887 80 Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry “Saint
0888 George!”
March. Enter Edward, Warwick, Richard,
⌜George,⌝ Norfolk, Montague, and Soldiers,
⌜all wearing the white rose.⌝
EDWARD
0889 Now, perjured Henry, wilt thou kneel for grace
0890 And set thy diadem upon my head,
0891 Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
QUEEN MARGARET
0892 85 Go rate thy minions, proud insulting boy.
0893 Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
0894 Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
EDWARD
0895 I am his king, and he should bow his knee.
0896 I was adopted heir by his consent.
0897 90 Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear,
0898 You that are king, though he do wear the crown,
0899 Have caused him, by new act of Parliament,
0900 To blot out me and put his own son in.
CLIFFORD 0901 And reason too:
0902 95 Who should succeed the father but the son?
RICHARD
0903 Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
CLIFFORD
0904 Ay, crookback, here I stand to answer thee,
0905 Or any he, the proudest of thy sort.
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RICHARD 0906 ’Twas you that killed young Rutland, was it not?
CLIFFORD
0907 100 Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.
RICHARD
0908 For God’s sake, lords, give signal to the fight!
WARWICK
0909 What sayst thou, Henry? Wilt thou yield the crown?
QUEEN MARGARET
0910 Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick, dare you
0911 speak?
0912 105 When you and I met at Saint Albans last,
0913 Your legs did better service than your hands.
WARWICK
0914 Then ’twas my turn to fly, and now ’tis thine.
CLIFFORD
0915 You said so much before, and yet you fled.
WARWICK
0916 ’Twas not your valor, Clifford, drove me thence.
NORTHUMBERLAND
0917 110 No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.
RICHARD
0918 Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.—
0919 Break off the parley, for scarce I can refrain
0920 The execution of my big-swoll’n heart
0921 Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
CLIFFORD
0922 115 I slew thy father; call’st thou him a child?
RICHARD
0923 Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,
0924 As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland.
0925 But ere sunset I’ll make thee curse the deed.
KING HENRY
0926 Have done with words, my lords, and hear me
0927 120 speak.
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QUEEN MARGARET 0928 Defy them, then, or else hold close thy lips.
KING HENRY
0929 I prithee, give no limits to my tongue.
0930 I am a king and privileged to speak.
CLIFFORD
0931 My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here
0932 125 Cannot be cured by words; therefore, be still.
RICHARD
0933 Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword.
0934 By Him that made us all, I am resolved
0935 That Clifford’s manhood lies upon his tongue.
EDWARD
0936 Say, Henry, shall I have my right or no?
0937 130 A thousand men have broke their fasts today
0938 That ne’er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.
WARWICK
0939 If thou deny, their blood upon thy head,
0940 For York in justice puts his armor on.
PRINCE EDWARD
0941 If that be right which Warwick says is right,
0942 135 There is no wrong, but everything is right.
⌜RICHARD⌝
0943 Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands,
0944 For well I wot thou hast thy mother’s tongue.
QUEEN MARGARET
0945 But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam,
0946 But like a foul misshapen stigmatic,
0947 140 Marked by the Destinies to be avoided,
0948 As venom toads or lizards’ dreadful stings.
RICHARD
0949 Iron of Naples, hid with English gilt,
0950 Whose father bears the title of a king,
0951 As if a channel should be called the sea,
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0952
145 Sham’st thou not, knowing whence thou art0953 extraught,
0954 To let thy tongue detect thy baseborn heart?
EDWARD
0955 A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns
0956 To make this shameless callet know herself.—
0957 150 Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
0958 Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
0959 And ne’er was Agamemnon’s brother wronged
0960 By that false woman as this king by thee.
0961 His father reveled in the heart of France,
0962 155 And tamed the King, and made the Dauphin stoop;
0963 And had he matched according to his state,
0964 He might have kept that glory to this day.
0965 But when he took a beggar to his bed
0966 And graced thy poor sire with his bridal day,
0967 160 Even then that sunshine brewed a shower for him
0968 That washed his father’s fortunes forth of France
0969 And heaped sedition on his crown at home.
0970 For what hath broached this tumult but thy pride?
0971 Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept,
0972 165 And we, in pity of the gentle king,
0973 Had slipped our claim until another age.
GEORGE
0974 But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,
0975 And that thy summer bred us no increase,
0976 We set the axe to thy usurping root;
0977 170 And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,
0978 Yet know thou, since we have begun to strike,
0979 We’ll never leave till we have hewn thee down
0980 Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.
EDWARD
0981 And in this resolution, I defy thee,
0982 175 Not willing any longer conference,
0983 Since thou denied’st the gentle king to speak.—
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0984
Sound, trumpets! Let our bloody colors wave;0985 And either victory or else a grave!
QUEEN MARGARET 0986 Stay, Edward!
EDWARD
0987 180 No, wrangling woman, we’ll no longer stay.
0988 These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
They all exit.