Scene 1
Alarum . Enter Richard Plantagenet , Duke of York ;
Edward ; Richard ; Norfolk ; Montague ; Warwick ; and
Soldiers , all wearing the white rose .
WARWICK
I wonder how the King escaped our hands .
YORK
While we pursued the horsemen of the north ,
He slyly stole away and left his men ;
Whereat the great lord of Northumberland ,
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat ,
Cheered up the drooping army ; and himself ,
Lord Clifford , and Lord Stafford , all abreast ,
Charged our main battle’s front and , breaking in ,
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain .
EDWARD
Lord Stafford’s father , Duke of Buckingham ,
Is either slain or wounded dangerous .
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow .
That this is true , father , behold his blood .
He shows his bloody sword .
MONTAGUE
, to York , showing his sword And , brother , here’s the Earl of Wiltshire’s blood ,
Whom I encountered as the battles joined .
RICHARD
, holding up a severed head
Speak thou for me , and tell them what I did .
[9]ACT 1. SC. 1
YORK
Richard hath best deserved of all my sons .
But is your Grace dead , my lord of Somerset ?
NORFOLK
Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt !
RICHARD
Thus do I hope to shake King Henry’s head .
WARWICK
And so do I , victorious prince of York .
Before I see thee seated in that throne
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps ,
I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close .
This is the palace of the fearful king ,
And this the regal seat . Possess it , York ,
For this is thine and not King Henry’s heirs’ .
YORK
Assist me , then , sweet Warwick , and I will ,
For hither we have broken in by force .
NORFOLK
We’ll all assist you . He that flies shall die .
YORK
Thanks , gentle Norfolk . Stay by me , my lords . —
And soldiers , stay and lodge by me this night .
They go up onto a dais or platform .
WARWICK
And when the King comes , offer him no violence
Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce .
Soldiers exit or retire out of sight .
YORK
The Queen this day here holds her parliament ,
But little thinks we shall be of her council .
By words or blows , here let us win our right .
RICHARD
Armed as we are , let’s stay within this house .
WARWICK
The Bloody Parliament shall this be called
[11] ACT 1. SC. 1 Unless Plantagenet , Duke of York , be king
And bashful Henry deposed , whose cowardice
Hath made us bywords to our enemies .
YORK
Then leave me not , my lords ; be resolute .
I mean to take possession of my right .
WARWICK
Neither the King nor he that loves him best ,
The proudest he that holds up Lancaster ,
Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells .
I’ll plant Plantagenet , root him up who dares .
Resolve thee , Richard ; claim the English crown .
York sits in the chair of state .
Flourish . Enter King Henry , Clifford , Northumberland ,
Westmorland , Exeter , and the rest , all wearing
the red rose .
KING HENRY
My lords , look where the sturdy rebel sits ,
Even in the chair of state ! Belike he means ,
Backed by the power of Warwick , that false peer ,
To aspire unto the crown and reign as king .
Earl of Northumberland , he slew thy father ,
And thine , Lord Clifford , and you both have vowed
revenge
On him , his sons , his favorites , and his friends .
NORTHUMBERLAND
If I be not , heavens be revenged on me !
CLIFFORD
The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel .
WESTMORLAND
What , shall we suffer this ? Let’s pluck him down .
My heart for anger burns . I cannot brook it .
KING HENRY
Be patient , gentle Earl of Westmorland .
[13]ACT 1. SC. 1
CLIFFORD
Patience is for poltroons such as he .
He durst not sit there had your father lived .
My gracious lord , here in the Parliament
Let us assail the family of York .
NORTHUMBERLAND
Well hast thou spoken , cousin . Be it so .
KING HENRY
Ah , know you not the city favors them ,
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ?
EXETER
But when the Duke is slain , they’ll quickly fly .
KING HENRY
Far be the thought of this from Henry’s heart ,
To make a shambles of the Parliament House !
Cousin of Exeter , frowns , words , and threats
Shall be the war that Henry means to use . —
Thou factious Duke of York , descend my throne
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet .
I am thy sovereign .
YORK
I am thine .
EXETER
For shame , come down . He made thee Duke of
York .
YORK
It was my inheritance , as the earldom was .
EXETER
Thy father was a traitor to the crown .
WARWICK
Exeter , thou art a traitor to the crown
In following this usurping Henry .
CLIFFORD
Whom should he follow but his natural king ?
WARWICK
True , Clifford , that’s Richard , Duke of York .
[15]ACT 1. SC. 1
KING HENRY
, to York
And shall I stand , and thou sit in my throne ?
YORK
It must and shall be so . Content thyself .
WARWICK
, to King Henry
Be Duke of Lancaster . Let him be king .
WESTMORLAND
He is both king and Duke of Lancaster ,
And that the lord of Westmorland shall maintain .
WARWICK
And Warwick shall disprove it . You forget
That we are those which chased you from the field
And slew your fathers and , with colors spread ,
Marched through the city to the palace gates .
NORTHUMBERLAND
Yes , Warwick , I remember it to my grief ;
And by his soul , thou and thy house shall rue it .
WESTMORLAND
Plantagenet , of thee and these thy sons ,
Thy kinsmen , and thy friends , I’ll have more lives
Than drops of blood were in my father’s veins .
CLIFFORD
Urge it no more , lest that , instead of words ,
I send thee , Warwick , such a messenger
As shall revenge his death before I stir .
WARWICK
Poor Clifford , how I scorn his worthless threats !
YORK
Will you we show our title to the crown ?
If not , our swords shall plead it in the field .
KING HENRY
What title hast thou , traitor , to the crown ?
Thy father was as thou art , Duke of York ;
Thy grandfather , Roger Mortimer , Earl of March .
I am the son of Henry the Fifth ,
[17] ACT 1. SC. 1 Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
And seized upon their towns and provinces .
WARWICK
Talk not of France , sith thou hast lost it all .
KING HENRY
The Lord Protector lost it and not I .
When I was crowned , I was but nine months old .
RICHARD
You are old enough now , and yet , methinks , you
lose . —
Father , tear the crown from the usurper’s head .
EDWARD
Sweet father , do so . Set it on your head .
MONTAGUE
, to York
Good brother , as thou lov’st and honorest arms ,
Let’s fight it out and not stand caviling thus .
RICHARD
Sound drums and trumpets , and the King will fly .
YORK
Sons , peace !
KING HENRY
Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to speak !
WARWICK
Plantagenet shall speak first . Hear him , lords ,
And be you silent and attentive too ,
For he that interrupts him shall not live .
KING HENRY
Think’st thou that I will leave my kingly throne ,
Wherein my grandsire and my father sat ?
No . First shall war unpeople this my realm ;
Ay , and their colors , often borne in France ,
And now in England to our heart’s great sorrow ,
Shall be my winding-sheet . Why faint you , lords ?
My title’s good , and better far than his .
WARWICK
Prove it , Henry , and thou shalt be king .
[19]ACT 1. SC. 1
KING HENRY
Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown .
YORK
’Twas by rebellion against his king .
KING HENRY
, aside
I know not what to say ; my title’s weak . —
Tell me , may not a king adopt an heir ?
YORK
What then ?
KING HENRY
An if he may , then am I lawful king ;
For Richard , in the view of many lords ,
Resigned the crown to Henry the Fourth ,
Whose heir my father was , and I am his .
YORK
He rose against him , being his sovereign ,
And made him to resign his crown perforce .
WARWICK
Suppose , my lords , he did it unconstrained ,
Think you ’twere prejudicial to his crown ?
EXETER
No , for he could not so resign his crown
But that the next heir should succeed and reign .
KING HENRY
Art thou against us , Duke of Exeter ?
EXETER
His is the right , and therefore pardon me .
YORK
Why whisper you , my lords , and answer not ?
EXETER
My conscience tells me he is lawful king .
KING HENRY
, aside
All will revolt from me and turn to him .
NORTHUMBERLAND
, to York
Plantagenet , for all the claim thou lay’st ,
Think not that Henry shall be so deposed .
[21]ACT 1. SC. 1
WARWICK
Deposed he shall be , in despite of all .
NORTHUMBERLAND
Thou art deceived . ’Tis not thy southern power
Of Essex , Norfolk , Suffolk , nor of Kent ,
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud ,
Can set the Duke up in despite of me .
CLIFFORD
King Henry , be thy title right or wrong ,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defense .
May that ground gape and swallow me alive
Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father .
KING HENRY
O Clifford , how thy words revive my heart !
YORK
Henry of Lancaster , resign thy crown . —
What mutter you , or what conspire you , lords ?
WARWICK
, to King Henry
Do right unto this princely Duke of York ,
Or I will fill the house with armèd men ,
And over the chair of state , where now he sits ,
Write up his title with usurping blood .
He stamps with his foot ,
and
the Soldiers show themselves .
KING HENRY
My lord of Warwick , hear but one word :
Let me for this my lifetime reign as king .
YORK
Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs ,
And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv’st .
KING HENRY
I am content . Richard Plantagenet ,
Enjoy the kingdom after my decease .
CLIFFORD
What wrong is this unto the Prince your son !
[23]ACT 1. SC. 1
WARWICK
What good is this to England and himself !
WESTMORLAND
Base , fearful , and despairing Henry !
CLIFFORD
How hast thou injured both thyself and us !
WESTMORLAND
I cannot stay to hear these articles .
NORTHUMBERLAND
Nor I .
CLIFFORD
Come , cousin , let us tell the Queen these news .
WESTMORLAND
Farewell , faint-hearted and degenerate king ,
In whose cold blood no spark of honor bides .
NORTHUMBERLAND
Be thou a prey unto the house of York ,
And die in bands for this unmanly deed .
CLIFFORD
In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome ,
Or live in peace abandoned and despised !
Westmorland , Northumberland , Clifford ,
and their Soldiers exit .
WARWICK
Turn this way , Henry , and regard them not .
EXETER
They seek revenge and therefore will not yield .
KING HENRY
Ah , Exeter !
WARWICK
Why should you sigh , my lord ?
KING HENRY
Not for myself , Lord Warwick , but my son ,
Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit .
But be it as it may .
( To York . )
I here entail
The crown to thee and to thine heirs forever ,
Conditionally , that here thou take an oath
To cease this civil war and , whilst I live ,
[25] ACT 1. SC. 1 To honor me as thy king and sovereign ,
And neither by treason nor hostility
To seek to put me down and reign thyself .
YORK
This oath I willingly take and will perform .
WARWICK
Long live King Henry ! Plantagenet , embrace him .
York stands , and King Henry ascends the dais .
KING HENRY
, to York
And long live thou and these thy forward sons !
They embrace .
YORK
Now York and Lancaster are reconciled .
EXETER
Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes .
Sennet . Here they come down .
YORK
, to King Henry
Farewell , my gracious lord . I’ll to my castle .
WARWICK
And I’ll keep London with my soldiers .
NORFOLK
And I to Norfolk with my followers .
MONTAGUE
And I unto the sea , from whence I came .
York , Edward , Richard , Warwick , Norfolk ,
Montague , and their Soldiers exit .
KING HENRY
And I with grief and sorrow to the court .
Enter Queen Margaret , with Prince Edward .
EXETER
Here comes the Queen , whose looks bewray her
anger .
I’ll steal away .
KING HENRY
Exeter , so will I .
They begin to exit .
[27]ACT 1. SC. 1
QUEEN MARGARET
Nay , go not from me . I will follow thee .
KING HENRY
Be patient , gentle queen , and I will stay .
QUEEN MARGARET
Who can be patient in such extremes ?
Ah , wretched man , would I had died a maid
And never seen thee , never borne thee son ,
Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father .
Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus ?
Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I ,
Or felt that pain which I did for him once ,
Or nourished him as I did with my blood ,
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood
there ,
Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir
And disinherited thine only son .
PRINCE EDWARD
Father , you cannot disinherit me .
If you be king , why should not I succeed ?
KING HENRY
Pardon me , Margaret . — Pardon me , sweet son .
The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforced me .
QUEEN MARGARET
Enforced thee ? Art thou king and wilt be forced ?
I shame to hear thee speak . Ah , timorous wretch ,
Thou hast undone thyself , thy son , and me ,
And giv’n unto the house of York such head
As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance !
To entail him and his heirs unto the crown ,
What is it but to make thy sepulcher
And creep into it far before thy time ?
Warwick is Chancellor and the lord of Callice ;
Stern Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas ;
The Duke is made Protector of the realm ;
And yet shalt thou be safe ? Such safety finds
[29] ACT 1. SC. 1 The trembling lamb environèd with wolves .
Had I been there , which am a silly woman ,
The soldiers should have tossed me on their pikes
Before I would have granted to that act .
But thou preferr’st thy life before thine honor .
And seeing thou dost , I here divorce myself
Both from thy table , Henry , and thy bed ,
Until that act of Parliament be repealed
Whereby my son is disinherited .
The northern lords that have forsworn thy colors
Will follow mine if once they see them spread ;
And spread they shall be , to thy foul disgrace
And utter ruin of the house of York .
Thus do I leave thee . — Come , son , let’s away .
Our army is ready . Come , we’ll after them .
KING HENRY
Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak .
QUEEN MARGARET
Thou hast spoke too much already . Get thee gone .
KING HENRY
Gentle son Edward , thou wilt stay with me ?
QUEEN MARGARET
Ay , to be murdered by his enemies !
PRINCE EDWARD
When I return with victory from the field ,
I’ll see your Grace . Till then , I’ll follow her .
QUEEN MARGARET
Come , son , away . We may not linger thus .
Queen Margaret and Prince Edward exit .
KING HENRY
Poor queen ! How love to me and to her son
Hath made her break out into terms of rage !
Revenged may she be on that hateful duke ,
Whose haughty spirit , wingèd with desire ,
Will cost my crown , and like an empty eagle
Tire on the flesh of me and of my son .
[31] ACT 1. SC. 2 The loss of those three lords torments my heart .
I’ll write unto them and entreat them fair .
Come , cousin , you shall be the messenger .
EXETER
And I , I hope , shall reconcile them all .
Flourish . They exit .
Scene 2
Enter Richard , Edward , and Montague ,
all wearing the white rose .
RICHARD
Brother , though I be youngest , give me leave .
EDWARD
No , I can better play the orator .
MONTAGUE
But I have reasons strong and forcible .
Enter the Duke of York .
YORK
Why , how now , sons and brother , at a strife ?
What is your quarrel ? How began it first ?
EDWARD
No quarrel , but a slight contention .
YORK
About what ?
RICHARD
About that which concerns your Grace and us :
The crown of England , father , which is yours .
YORK
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 .
[33] ACT 1. SC. 2 By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe ,
It will outrun you , father , in the end .
YORK
I took an oath that he should quietly reign .
EDWARD
But for a kingdom any oath may be broken .
I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year .
RICHARD
No , God forbid your Grace should be forsworn .
YORK
I shall be , if I claim by open war .
RICHARD
I’ll prove the contrary , if you’ll hear me speak .
YORK
Thou canst not , son ; it is impossible .
RICHARD
An oath is of no moment , being not took
Before a true and lawful magistrate
That hath authority over him that swears .
Henry had none , but did usurp the place .
Then , seeing ’twas he that made you to depose ,
Your oath , my lord , is vain and frivolous .
Therefore , to arms ! And , father , do but think
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown ,
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy .
Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest
Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry’s heart .
YORK
Richard , enough . I will be king or die . —
Brother , thou shalt to London presently ,
And whet on Warwick to this enterprise . —
Thou , Richard , shalt to the Duke of Norfolk
And tell him privily of our intent . —
You , Edward , shall unto my Lord Cobham ,
[35] ACT 1. SC. 2 With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise ;
In them I trust , for they are soldiers
Witty , courteous , liberal , full of spirit .
While you are thus employed , what resteth more
But that I seek occasion how to rise ,
And yet the King not privy to my drift ,
Nor any of the house of Lancaster .
Enter a Messenger .
But stay , what news ? Why com’st thou in such post ?
MESSENGER
The Queen with all the northern earls and lords
Intend here to besiege you in your castle .
She is hard by with twenty thousand men .
And therefore fortify your hold , my lord .
He exits .
YORK
Ay , with my sword . What , think’st thou that we fear
them ? —
Edward and Richard , you shall stay with me ;
My brother Montague shall post to London .
Let noble Warwick , Cobham , and the rest ,
Whom we have left Protectors of the King ,
With powerful policy strengthen themselves
And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths .
MONTAGUE
Brother , I go . I’ll win them , fear it not .
And thus most humbly I do take my leave .
Montague exits .
Enter Sir John Mortimer , and his brother ,
Sir Hugh Mortimer .
YORK
Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer , mine uncles ,
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour .
The army of the Queen mean to besiege us .
[37]ACT 1. SC. 3
SIR JOHN
She shall not need ; we’ll meet her in the field .
YORK
What , with five thousand men ?
RICHARD
Ay , with five hundred , father , for a need .
A woman’s general ; what should we fear ?
A march afar off .
EDWARD
I hear their drums . Let’s set our men in order ,
And issue forth and bid them battle straight .
YORK
Five men to twenty : though the odds be great ,
I doubt not , uncle , of our victory .
Many a battle have I won in France
Whenas the enemy hath been ten to one .
Why should I not now have the like success ?
Alarum . They exit .
Scene 3
Enter Rutland and his Tutor .
RUTLAND
Ah , whither shall I fly to scape their hands ?
Enter Clifford with Soldiers , all wearing the red rose .
Ah , tutor , look where bloody Clifford comes .
CLIFFORD
Chaplain , away . Thy priesthood saves thy life .
As for the brat of this accursèd duke ,
Whose father slew my father , he shall die .
TUTOR
And I , my lord , will bear him company .
CLIFFORD
Soldiers , away with him .
[39]ACT 1. SC. 3
TUTOR
Ah , Clifford , murder not this innocent child ,
Lest thou be hated both of God and man .
He exits , dragged off by Soldiers .
CLIFFORD
, approaching Rutland
How now ? Is he dead already ? Or is it fear
That makes him close his eyes ? I’ll open them .
RUTLAND
So looks the pent-up lion o’er the wretch
That trembles under his devouring paws ;
And so he walks , insulting o’er his prey ;
And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder .
Ah , gentle Clifford , kill me with thy sword
And not with such a cruel threat’ning look .
Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die .
I am too mean a subject for thy wrath .
Be thou revenged on men , and let me live .
CLIFFORD
In vain thou speak’st , poor boy . My father’s blood
Hath stopped the passage where thy words should
enter .
RUTLAND
Then let my father’s blood open it again ;
He is a man and , Clifford , cope with him .
CLIFFORD
Had I thy brethren here , their lives and thine
Were not revenge sufficient for me .
No , if I digged up thy forefathers’ graves
And hung their rotten coffins up in chains ,
It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart .
The sight of any of the house of York
Is as a fury to torment my soul ,
And till I root out their accursèd line
And leave not one alive , I live in hell .
Therefore —
He raises his rapier .
[41]ACT 1. SC. 4
RUTLAND
O , let me pray before I take my death !
To thee I pray : sweet Clifford , pity me !
CLIFFORD
Such pity as my rapier’s point affords .
RUTLAND
I never did thee harm . Why wilt thou slay me ?
CLIFFORD
Thy father hath .
RUTLAND
But ’twas ere I was born .
Thou hast one son ; for his sake pity me ,
Lest in revenge thereof , sith God is just ,
He be as miserably slain as I .
Ah , let me live in prison all my days ,
And when I give occasion of offense
Then let me die , for now thou hast no cause .
CLIFFORD
No cause ? Thy father slew my father ; therefore die .
He stabs Rutland .
RUTLAND
Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae !
He dies .
CLIFFORD
Plantagenet , I come , Plantagenet !
And this thy son’s blood , cleaving to my blade ,
Shall rust upon my weapon till thy blood ,
Congealed with this , do make me wipe off both .
He exits , with Soldiers carrying off Rutland’s body .
Scene 4
Alarum . Enter Richard , Duke of York , wearing the
white rose .
YORK
The army of the Queen hath got the field .
My uncles both are slain in rescuing me ;
[43] ACT 1. SC. 4 And all my followers to the eager foe
Turn back and fly like ships before the wind ,
Or lambs pursued by hunger-starvèd wolves .
My sons , God knows what hath bechancèd them ;
But this I know : they have demeaned themselves
Like men borne to renown by life or death .
Three times did Richard make a lane to me
And thrice cried
‘Courage , father , fight it out !’ And full as oft came Edward to my side ,
With purple falchion painted to the hilt
In blood of those that had encountered him ;
And when the hardiest warriors did retire ,
Richard cried
‘Charge , and give no foot of ground !’ And cried
‘A crown or else a glorious tomb ;
A scepter or an earthly sepulcher !’ With this we charged again ; but , out alas ,
We budged again , as I have seen a swan
With bootless labor swim against the tide
And spend her strength with over-matching waves .
A short alarum within .
Ah , hark , the fatal followers do pursue ,
And I am faint and cannot fly their fury ;
And were I strong , I would not shun their fury .
The sands are numbered that makes up my life .
Here must I stay , and here my life must end .
Enter Queen Margaret , Clifford , Northumberland ,
the young Prince Edward , and Soldiers ,
all wearing the red rose .
Come , bloody Clifford , rough Northumberland ,
I dare your quenchless fury to more rage .
I am your butt , and I abide your shot .
NORTHUMBERLAND
Yield to our mercy , proud Plantagenet .
CLIFFORD
Ay , to such mercy as his ruthless arm
[45] ACT 1. SC. 4 With downright payment showed unto my father .
Now Phaëton hath tumbled from his car
And made an evening at the noontide prick .
YORK
My ashes , as the Phoenix’ , may bring forth
A bird that will revenge upon you all ;
And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven ,
Scorning whate’er you can afflict me with .
Why come you not ? What , multitudes , and fear ?
CLIFFORD
So cowards fight when they can fly no further ;
So doves do peck the falcon’s piercing talons ;
So desperate thieves , all hopeless of their lives ,
Breathe out invectives ’gainst the officers .
YORK
O Clifford , but bethink thee once again
And in thy thought o’errun my former time ;
And , if thou canst for blushing , view this face
And bite thy tongue that slanders him with cowardice
Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this .
CLIFFORD
I will not bandy with thee word for word ,
But buckler with thee blows twice two for one .
QUEEN MARGARET
Hold , valiant Clifford , for a thousand causes
I would prolong a while the traitor’s life . —
Wrath makes him deaf ; speak thou , Northumberland .
NORTHUMBERLAND
Hold , Clifford , do not honor him so much
To prick thy finger , though to wound his heart .
What valor were it when a cur doth grin
For one to thrust his hand between his teeth ,
When he might spurn him with his foot away ?
It is war’s prize to take all vantages ,
And ten to one is no impeach of valor .
They attack York .
[47]ACT 1. SC. 4
CLIFFORD
Ay , ay , so strives the woodcock with the gin .
NORTHUMBERLAND
So doth the coney struggle in the net .
YORK
So triumph thieves upon their conquered booty ;
So true men yield with robbers , so o’ermatched .
York is overcome .
NORTHUMBERLAND
, to Queen Margaret
What would your Grace have done unto him now ?
QUEEN MARGARET
Brave warriors , Clifford and Northumberland ,
Come , make him stand upon this molehill here
That raught at mountains with outstretchèd arms ,
Yet parted but the shadow with his hand .
They place York on a small prominence .
What , was it you that would be England’s king ?
Was ’t you that reveled in our parliament
And made a preachment of your high descent ?
Where are your mess of sons to back you now ,
The wanton Edward and the lusty George ?
And where’s that valiant crookback prodigy ,
Dickie , your boy , that with his grumbling voice
Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies ?
Or , with the rest , where is your darling Rutland ?
Look , York , I stained this napkin with the blood
That valiant Clifford with his rapier’s point
Made issue from the bosom of the boy ;
And if thine eyes can water for his death ,
I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal .
She gives him a bloody cloth .
Alas , poor York , but that I hate thee deadly
I should lament thy miserable state .
I prithee grieve to make me merry , York .
What , hath thy fiery heart so parched thine entrails
That not a tear can fall for Rutland’s death ?
[49] ACT 1. SC. 4 Why art thou patient , man ? Thou shouldst be mad ;
And I , to make thee mad , do mock thee thus .
Stamp , rave , and fret , that I may sing and dance .
Thou would’st be fee’d , I see , to make me sport . —
York cannot speak unless he wear a crown .
A crown for York !
She is handed a paper crown .
And , lords , bow low to him .
Hold you his hands whilst I do set it on .
She puts the crown on York’s 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 crowned so soon and broke his solemn oath ? —
As I bethink me , you should not be king
Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death .
And will you pale your head in Henry’s glory
And rob his temples of the diadem
Now , in his life , against your holy oath ?
O , ’tis a fault too too unpardonable .
Off with the crown and , with the crown , his head ;
And whilst we breathe , take time to do him dead .
CLIFFORD
That is my office , for my father’s sake .
QUEEN MARGARET
Nay , stay , let’s hear the orisons he makes .
YORK
She-wolf of France , but worse than wolves of
France ,
Whose tongue more poisons than the adder’s tooth :
How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
To triumph like an Amazonian trull
Upon their woes whom Fortune captivates .
But that thy face is vizard-like , unchanging ,
Made impudent with use of evil deeds ,
I would assay , proud queen , to make thee blush .
[51] ACT 1. SC. 4 To tell thee whence thou cam’st , of whom derived ,
Were shame enough to shame thee , wert thou not
shameless .
Thy father bears the type of King of Naples ,
Of both the Sicils , and Jerusalem ,
Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman .
Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult ?
It needs not , nor it boots thee not , proud queen ,
Unless the adage must be verified
That beggars mounted run their horse to death .
’Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud ,
But God He knows thy share thereof is small .
’Tis virtue that doth make them most admired ;
The contrary doth make thee wondered at .
’Tis government that makes them seem divine ;
The want thereof makes thee abominable .
Thou art as opposite to every good
As the Antipodes are unto us
Or as the south to the Septentrion .
O , tiger’s heart wrapped in a woman’s hide ,
How couldst thou drain the lifeblood of the child
To bid the father wipe his eyes withal ,
And yet be seen to bear a woman’s face ?
Women are soft , mild , pitiful , and flexible ;
Thou , stern , obdurate , flinty , rough , remorseless .
Bidd’st thou me rage ? Why , now thou hast thy wish .
Wouldst have me weep ? Why , now thou hast thy will ;
For raging wind blows up incessant showers ,
And when the rage allays , the rain begins .
These tears are my sweet Rutland’s obsequies ,
And every drop cries vengeance for his death
’Gainst thee , fell Clifford , and thee , false
Frenchwoman !
NORTHUMBERLAND
, aside
Beshrew me , but his passions moves me so
That hardly can I check my eyes from tears .
[53]ACT 1. SC. 4
YORK
That face of his the hungry cannibals
Would not have touched , would not have stained
with blood ;
But you are more inhuman , more inexorable ,
O , ten times more than tigers of Hyrcania .
See , ruthless queen , a hapless father’s tears .
This cloth thou dipped’st in blood of my sweet boy ,
And I with tears do wash the blood away .
He hands her the cloth .
Keep thou the napkin and go boast of this ;
And if thou tell’st the heavy story right ,
Upon my soul , the hearers will shed tears .
Yea , even my foes will shed fast-falling tears
And say
‘Alas , it was a piteous deed .’ He hands her the paper crown .
There , take the crown and , with the crown , my
curse ,
And in thy need such comfort come to thee
As now I reap at thy too cruel hand . —
Hard-hearted Clifford , take me from the world ,
My soul to heaven , my blood upon your heads .
NORTHUMBERLAND
Had he been slaughterman to all my kin ,
I should not for my life but weep with him
To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul .
QUEEN MARGARET
What , weeping ripe , my Lord Northumberland ?
Think but upon the wrong he did us all ,
And that will quickly dry thy melting tears .
CLIFFORD
, stabbing York twice
Here’s for my oath ; here’s for my father’s death !
QUEEN MARGARET
, stabbing York
And here’s to right our gentle-hearted king .
YORK
Open thy gate of mercy , gracious God .
[55] ACT 1. SC. 4 My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee .
He dies .
QUEEN MARGARET
Off with his head , and set it on York gates ,
So York may overlook the town of York .
Flourish . They exit , Soldiers carrying York’s body .