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Nombre de personnages parlants sur scène : ordre temporel et ordre croissant

Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.. The second Part of Henry the Sixt, with the death of the Good Duke Humfrey. from Mr. William Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies. Published according to the true originall copies.. Table des rôles
Rôle	Scènes	Répl.	Répl. moy.	Présence	Texte	Texte % prés.	Texte × pers.	Interlocution
[TOUS]	24 sc.	788 répl.	2,8 l.	2 224 l.	2 224 l.	11 %	21 213 l. (100 %)	9,5 pers.
First Murderer	1 sc.	4 répl.	0,6 l.	21 l. (1 %)	3 l. (1 %)	13 %	126 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
First Citizen	1 sc.	1 répl.	3,3 l.	9 l. (1 %)	3 l. (1 %)	38 %	18 l. (1 %)	2,0 pers.
First Gentleman	1 sc.	4 répl.	1,2 l.	107 l. (5 %)	5 l. (1 %)	5 %	749 l. (4 %)	7,0 pers.
First Neighbour	1 sc.	1 répl.	1,8 l.	72 l. (4 %)	2 l. (1 %)	3 %	1 013 l. (5 %)	14,0 pers.
First Petitioner	1 sc.	3 répl.	1,9 l.	68 l. (4 %)	6 l. (1 %)	9 %	408 l. (2 %)	6,0 pers.
First Prentice	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,8 l.	72 l. (4 %)	1 l. (1 %)	2 %	1 013 l. (5 %)	14,0 pers.
Second Murderer	1 sc.	1 répl.	1,3 l.	21 l. (1 %)	1 l. (1 %)	7 %	126 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
Second Gentleman	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,8 l.	107 l. (5 %)	1 l. (1 %)	1 %	749 l. (4 %)	7,0 pers.
Second Neighbour	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,8 l.	72 l. (4 %)	1 l. (1 %)	2 %	1 013 l. (5 %)	14,0 pers.
Second Petitioner	1 sc.	3 répl.	1,1 l.	68 l. (4 %)	3 l. (1 %)	5 %	408 l. (2 %)	6,0 pers.
Second Prentice	1 sc.	1 répl.	1,3 l.	72 l. (4 %)	1 l. (1 %)	2 %	1 013 l. (5 %)	14,0 pers.
Third Neighbour	1 sc.	1 répl.	1,3 l.	72 l. (4 %)	1 l. (1 %)	2 %	1 013 l. (5 %)	14,0 pers.
All	6 sc.	12 répl.	0,6 l.	557 l. (26 %)	7 l. (1 %)	2 %	5 027 l. (24 %)	9,0 pers.
Thomas Horner	2 sc.	6 répl.	2,4 l.	158 l. (8 %)	15 l. (1 %)	10 %	2 122 l. (11 %)	13,5 pers.
Beadle	1 sc.	1 répl.	1,1 l.	139 l. (7 %)	1 l. (1 %)	1 %	1 532 l. (8 %)	11,0 pers.
Winchester	7 sc.	29 répl.	2,5 l.	1 098 l. (50 %)	72 l. (4 %)	7 %	12 230 l. (58 %)	11,1 pers.
George Bevis	2 sc.	9 répl.	1,2 l.	214 l. (10 %)	10 l. (1 %)	5 %	1 947 l. (10 %)	9,1 pers.
William Stafford	1 sc.	5 répl.	0,8 l.	119 l. (6 %)	4 l. (1 %)	4 %	1 185 l. (6 %)	10,0 pers.
Duke of Buckingham	9 sc.	24 répl.	2,1 l.	1 104 l. (50 %)	51 l. (3 %)	5 %	12 507 l. (59 %)	11,3 pers.
Bolingbroke	1 sc.	7 répl.	2,3 l.	55 l. (3 %)	16 l. (1 %)	31 %	382 l. (2 %)	7,0 pers.
Dick the Butcher	4 sc.	25 répl.	0,9 l.	236 l. (11 %)	23 l. (2 %)	10 %	2 003 l. (10 %)	8,5 pers.
Jack Cade	7 sc.	62 répl.	3,0 l.	815 l. (37 %)	189 l. (9 %)	24 %	8 141 l. (39 %)	10,0 pers.
Clerk of Chatham	1 sc.	2 répl.	0,7 l.	119 l. (6 %)	1 l. (1 %)	2 %	1 185 l. (6 %)	10,0 pers.
Lord Clifford	4 sc.	19 répl.	3,7 l.	373 l. (17 %)	71 l. (4 %)	20 %	3 685 l. (18 %)	9,9 pers.
Commons	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,9 l.	305 l. (14 %)	1 l. (1 %)	1 %	3 048 l. (15 %)	10,0 pers.
Eleanor	5 sc.	21 répl.	4,1 l.	576 l. (26 %)	86 l. (4 %)	15 %	6 452 l. (31 %)	11,2 pers.
King Edward IV	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,7 l.	222 l. (10 %)	1 l. (1 %)	1 %	2 882 l. (14 %)	13,0 pers.
Duke of Gloucester	5 sc.	61 répl.	3,1 l.	771 l. (35 %)	191 l. (9 %)	25 %	9 624 l. (46 %)	12,5 pers.
Herald	1 sc.	1 répl.	1,6 l.	286 l. (13 %)	2 l. (1 %)	1 %	3 715 l. (18 %)	13,0 pers.
John Holland	2 sc.	10 répl.	1,1 l.	214 l. (10 %)	11 l. (1 %)	6 %	1 947 l. (10 %)	9,1 pers.
Father John Hume	3 sc.	13 répl.	3,8 l.	320 l. (15 %)	50 l. (3 %)	16 %	2 870 l. (14 %)	9,0 pers.
Alexander Iden	1 sc.	9 répl.	4,1 l.	222 l. (10 %)	37 l. (2 %)	17 %	2 882 l. (14 %)	13,0 pers.
Henry VI	11 sc.	82 répl.	2,8 l.	1 460 l. (66 %)	227 l. (11 %)	16 %	16 488 l. (78 %)	11,3 pers.
Lieutenant	1 sc.	10 répl.	4,8 l.	107 l. (5 %)	48 l. (3 %)	45 %	749 l. (4 %)	7,0 pers.
Master	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,8 l.	107 l. (5 %)	1 l. (1 %)	1 %	749 l. (4 %)	7,0 pers.
Mayor of Saint Albans	1 sc.	2 répl.	0,7 l.	139 l. (7 %)	1 l. (1 %)	1 %	1 532 l. (8 %)	11,0 pers.
Mate	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,8 l.	107 l. (5 %)	1 l. (1 %)	1 %	749 l. (4 %)	7,0 pers.
Messenger	4 sc.	5 répl.	4,5 l.	251 l. (12 %)	22 l. (2 %)	9 %	1 419 l. (7 %)	5,7 pers.
Michael	1 sc.	3 répl.	0,6 l.	119 l. (6 %)	2 l. (1 %)	2 %	1 185 l. (6 %)	10,0 pers.
Townsman	1 sc.	2 répl.	1,3 l.	139 l. (7 %)	3 l. (1 %)	2 %	1 532 l. (8 %)	11,0 pers.
Peter	3 sc.	9 répl.	2,0 l.	226 l. (11 %)	18 l. (1 %)	8 %	2 530 l. (12 %)	11,2 pers.
Post	1 sc.	1 répl.	4,2 l.	74 l. (4 %)	4 l. (1 %)	6 %	446 l. (3 %)	6,0 pers.
Queen Margaret	12 sc.	61 répl.	3,8 l.	1 567 l. (71 %)	229 l. (11 %)	15 %	17 133 l. (81 %)	10,9 pers.
Richard Plantagenet the Younger	3 sc.	6 répl.	2,9 l.	309 l. (14 %)	17 l. (1 %)	6 %	3 361 l. (16 %)	10,9 pers.
Earl of Salisbury	7 sc.	18 répl.	3,8 l.	957 l. (44 %)	68 l. (4 %)	8 %	10 585 l. (50 %)	11,1 pers.
Lord Say	2 sc.	13 répl.	2,6 l.	138 l. (7 %)	33 l. (2 %)	25 %	977 l. (5 %)	7,1 pers.
Lord Scales	1 sc.	2 répl.	2,8 l.	9 l. (1 %)	6 l. (1 %)	63 %	18 l. (1 %)	2,0 pers.
Servant	1 sc.	2 répl.	0,6 l.	286 l. (13 %)	1 l. (1 %)	1 %	3 715 l. (18 %)	13,0 pers.
Sheriff	1 sc.	2 répl.	1,4 l.	286 l. (13 %)	3 l. (1 %)	1 %	3 715 l. (18 %)	13,0 pers.
Simpcox	1 sc.	18 répl.	0,8 l.	139 l. (7 %)	14 l. (1 %)	11 %	1 532 l. (8 %)	11,0 pers.
Smith the Weaver	2 sc.	8 répl.	1,1 l.	214 l. (10 %)	9 l. (1 %)	5 %	1 947 l. (10 %)	9,1 pers.
Duke/Earl of Somerset	7 sc.	11 répl.	1,5 l.	1 195 l. (54 %)	17 l. (1 %)	2 %	13 664 l. (65 %)	11,4 pers.
Soldier	1 sc.	1 répl.	0,4 l.	11 l. (1 %)	0 l. (1 %)	4 %	32 l. (1 %)	3,0 pers.
Spirit	1 sc.	5 répl.	1,1 l.	55 l. (3 %)	5 l. (1 %)	10 %	382 l. (2 %)	7,0 pers.
Sir Humphrey Stafford	1 sc.	6 répl.	1,8 l.	119 l. (6 %)	11 l. (1 %)	10 %	1 185 l. (6 %)	10,0 pers.
Sir John Stanley	1 sc.	4 répl.	1,3 l.	286 l. (13 %)	5 l. (1 %)	2 %	3 715 l. (18 %)	13,0 pers.
Earl of Suffolk	10 sc.	66 répl.	3,2 l.	1 346 l. (61 %)	209 l. (10 %)	16 %	14 400 l. (68 %)	10,7 pers.
Vaux	1 sc.	1 répl.	7,7 l.	305 l. (14 %)	8 l. (1 %)	3 %	3 048 l. (15 %)	10,0 pers.
Walter Whitmore	1 sc.	7 répl.	1,8 l.	107 l. (5 %)	13 l. (1 %)	12 %	749 l. (4 %)	7,0 pers.
Earl of Warwick	7 sc.	33 répl.	3,0 l.	949 l. (43 %)	97 l. (5 %)	11 %	9 957 l. (47 %)	10,5 pers.
Simpcox's Wife	1 sc.	7 répl.	0,7 l.	139 l. (7 %)	5 l. (1 %)	4 %	1 532 l. (8 %)	11,0 pers.
Margaret Jourdain	1 sc.	1 répl.	2,5 l.	55 l. (3 %)	3 l. (1 %)	5 %	382 l. (2 %)	7,0 pers.
Young Clifford	1 sc.	2 répl.	1,1 l.	222 l. (10 %)	2 l. (1 %)	1 %	2 882 l. (14 %)	13,0 pers.
Richard Plantagenet	10 sc.	58 répl.	4,7 l.	1 131 l. (51 %)	275 l. (13 %)	25 %	12 465 l. (59 %)	11,0 pers.

Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.. The second Part of Henry the Sixt, with the death of the Good Duke Humfrey. from Mr. William Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies. Published according to the true originall copies.. Statistiques par relation
Relation		Scènes	Texte	Interlocution
First Murderer Second Murderer	2 l. (53 %) 1 répl. 1,5 l. 2 l. (48 %) 1 répl. 1,3 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
First Murderer Earl of Suffolk	2 l. (21 %) 3 répl. 0,4 l. 5 l. (80 %) 2 répl. 2,1 l.	1 sc.	5 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
First Citizen Lord Scales	4 l. (38 %) 1 répl. 3,3 l. 6 l. (63 %) 2 répl. 2,8 l.	1 sc.	9 l. (1 %)	2,0 pers.
First Gentleman Walter Whitmore	3 l. (48 %) 1 répl. 2,7 l. 3 l. (53 %) 2 répl. 1,5 l.	1 sc.	6 l. (1 %)	7,0 pers.
First Petitioner Queen Margaret	1 l. (39 %) 1 répl. 1,0 l. 2 l. (62 %) 1 répl. 1,6 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
First Petitioner Earl of Suffolk	3 l. (77 %) 1 répl. 2,3 l. 1 l. (24 %) 1 répl. 0,7 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
Second Petitioner Peter	3 l. (64 %) 2 répl. 1,1 l. 2 l. (37 %) 1 répl. 1,2 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
Second Petitioner Earl of Suffolk	2 l. (32 %) 1 répl. 1,2 l. 3 l. (69 %) 1 répl. 2,6 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
All Jack Cade	4 l. (9 %) 5 répl. 0,6 l. 33 l. (92 %) 6 répl. 5,4 l.	3 sc.	36 l. (2 %)	8,1 pers.
All Lord Clifford	1 l. (3 %) 1 répl. 0,6 l. 21 l. (98 %) 2 répl. 10,0 l.	1 sc.	21 l. (1 %)	4,0 pers.
All Queen Margaret	2 l. (30 %) 2 répl. 0,6 l. 3 l. (71 %) 1 répl. 2,8 l.	2 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	10,4 pers.
Thomas Horner Henry VI	6 l. (92 %) 1 répl. 5,2 l. 1 l. (9 %) 1 répl. 0,5 l.	1 sc.	6 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Thomas Horner Richard Plantagenet	6 l. (57 %) 2 répl. 2,8 l. 5 l. (44 %) 2 répl. 2,1 l.	2 sc.	10 l. (1 %)	13,5 pers.
Winchester Duke of Buckingham	13 l. (50 %) 1 répl. 12,8 l. 14 l. (51 %) 3 répl. 4,5 l.	3 sc.	26 l. (2 %)	12,2 pers.
Winchester Duke of Gloucester	15 l. (20 %) 9 répl. 1,6 l. 59 l. (81 %) 8 répl. 7,4 l.	3 sc.	73 l. (4 %)	12,2 pers.
Winchester Father John Hume	2 l. (14 %) 1 répl. 1,4 l. 9 l. (87 %) 2 répl. 4,4 l.	1 sc.	10 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Winchester Henry VI	17 l. (78 %) 5 répl. 3,4 l. 5 l. (23 %) 5 répl. 1,0 l.	3 sc.	22 l. (1 %)	10,8 pers.
Winchester Queen Margaret	2 l. (15 %) 1 répl. 1,6 l. 10 l. (86 %) 2 répl. 4,7 l.	2 sc.	11 l. (1 %)	12,5 pers.
Winchester Duke/Earl of Somerset	3 l. (80 %) 2 répl. 1,4 l. 1 l. (21 %) 1 répl. 0,7 l.	2 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	11,0 pers.
Winchester Earl of Suffolk	11 l. (33 %) 4 répl. 2,6 l. 22 l. (68 %) 4 répl. 5,5 l.	3 sc.	32 l. (2 %)	11,6 pers.
Winchester Earl of Warwick	1 l. (26 %) 1 répl. 0,7 l. 3 l. (75 %) 2 répl. 1,1 l.	2 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	10,7 pers.
George Bevis John Holland	10 l. (55 %) 8 répl. 1,2 l. 8 l. (46 %) 7 répl. 1,1 l.	1 sc.	18 l. (1 %)	10,0 pers.
George Bevis Lord Say	1 l. (35 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l. 2 l. (66 %) 1 répl. 1,6 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	8,0 pers.
William Stafford Jack Cade	3 l. (73 %) 4 répl. 0,7 l. 2 l. (28 %) 2 répl. 0,5 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	10,0 pers.
William Stafford Sir Humphrey Stafford	2 l. (33 %) 1 répl. 1,4 l. 3 l. (68 %) 1 répl. 2,9 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	10,0 pers.
Duke of Buckingham Jack Cade	4 l. (24 %) 1 répl. 3,5 l. 12 l. (77 %) 2 répl. 5,8 l.	1 sc.	15 l. (1 %)	4,0 pers.
Duke of Buckingham Duke of Gloucester	3 l. (57 %) 1 répl. 3,0 l. 3 l. (44 %) 1 répl. 2,3 l.	1 sc.	5 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Duke of Buckingham Henry VI	9 l. (47 %) 7 répl. 1,2 l. 10 l. (54 %) 6 répl. 1,6 l.	4 sc.	18 l. (1 %)	11,8 pers.
Duke of Buckingham Queen Margaret	4 l. (38 %) 2 répl. 1,5 l. 6 l. (63 %) 1 répl. 5,1 l.	2 sc.	8 l. (1 %)	10,3 pers.
Duke of Buckingham Lord Say	1 l. (32 %) 1 répl. 0,6 l. 2 l. (69 %) 1 répl. 1,3 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	5,0 pers.
Duke of Buckingham Earl of Warwick	1 l. (53 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l. 1 l. (48 %) 1 répl. 0,7 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Duke of Buckingham Richard Plantagenet	14 l. (22 %) 6 répl. 2,2 l. 49 l. (79 %) 8 répl. 6,1 l.	3 sc.	62 l. (3 %)	12,4 pers.
Bolingbroke Eleanor	6 l. (81 %) 1 répl. 5,3 l. 2 l. (20 %) 1 répl. 1,3 l.	1 sc.	7 l. (1 %)	7,0 pers.
Bolingbroke Father John Hume	2 l. (43 %) 1 répl. 1,5 l. 2 l. (58 %) 2 répl. 1,0 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	7,0 pers.
Bolingbroke Spirit	9 l. (62 %) 4 répl. 2,1 l. 6 l. (39 %) 4 répl. 1,3 l.	1 sc.	14 l. (1 %)	7,0 pers.
Dick the Butcher Jack Cade	19 l. (29 %) 19 répl. 1,0 l. 47 l. (72 %) 24 répl. 1,9 l.	4 sc.	65 l. (3 %)	8,5 pers.
Dick the Butcher Lord Say	2 l. (89 %) 3 répl. 0,7 l. 1 l. (12 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	8,0 pers.
Dick the Butcher Smith the Weaver	2 l. (64 %) 2 répl. 0,8 l. 1 l. (37 %) 1 répl. 1,0 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	10,0 pers.
Jack Cade John Holland	3 l. (55 %) 1 répl. 2,1 l. 2 l. (46 %) 2 répl. 0,9 l.	2 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	9,1 pers.
Jack Cade Alexander Iden	35 l. (59 %) 5 répl. 7,0 l. 25 l. (42 %) 4 répl. 6,2 l.	1 sc.	60 l. (3 %)	13,0 pers.
Jack Cade Henry VI	3 l. (73 %) 1 répl. 2,3 l. 1 l. (28 %) 1 répl. 0,9 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	10,0 pers.
Jack Cade Messenger	1 l. (23 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l. 3 l. (78 %) 1 répl. 2,9 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	8,0 pers.
Jack Cade Michael	4 l. (68 %) 3 répl. 1,3 l. 2 l. (33 %) 3 répl. 0,6 l.	1 sc.	6 l. (1 %)	10,0 pers.
Jack Cade Lord Say	26 l. (50 %) 5 répl. 5,2 l. 27 l. (51 %) 8 répl. 3,4 l.	1 sc.	53 l. (3 %)	8,0 pers.
Jack Cade Smith the Weaver	7 l. (53 %) 5 répl. 1,3 l. 7 l. (48 %) 6 répl. 1,0 l.	2 sc.	13 l. (1 %)	9,1 pers.
Jack Cade Soldier	5 l. (93 %) 1 répl. 4,8 l. 1 l. (8 %) 1 répl. 0,4 l.	1 sc.	5 l. (1 %)	3,0 pers.
Jack Cade Sir Humphrey Stafford	11 l. (63 %) 4 répl. 2,7 l. 7 l. (38 %) 4 répl. 1,6 l.	1 sc.	17 l. (1 %)	10,0 pers.
Lord Clifford Henry VI	6 l. (66 %) 3 répl. 1,8 l. 3 l. (35 %) 2 répl. 1,4 l.	2 sc.	8 l. (1 %)	12,0 pers.
Lord Clifford Queen Margaret	6 l. (44 %) 2 répl. 3,0 l. 8 l. (57 %) 2 répl. 3,9 l.	2 sc.	14 l. (1 %)	11,4 pers.
Lord Clifford Richard Plantagenet the Younger	28 l. (83 %) 2 répl. 13,8 l. 6 l. (18 %) 2 répl. 3,0 l.	2 sc.	34 l. (2 %)	11,4 pers.
Lord Clifford Earl of Warwick	4 l. (30 %) 2 répl. 1,7 l. 9 l. (71 %) 3 répl. 2,7 l.	2 sc.	12 l. (1 %)	11,4 pers.
Lord Clifford Richard Plantagenet	7 l. (31 %) 7 répl. 0,9 l. 15 l. (70 %) 8 répl. 1,8 l.	2 sc.	21 l. (1 %)	11,4 pers.
Eleanor Duke of Gloucester	30 l. (86 %) 4 répl. 7,4 l. 6 l. (15 %) 4 répl. 1,3 l.	2 sc.	35 l. (2 %)	13,2 pers.
Eleanor Father John Hume	37 l. (49 %) 8 répl. 4,6 l. 39 l. (52 %) 8 répl. 4,8 l.	1 sc.	75 l. (4 %)	3,0 pers.
Eleanor Henry VI	6 l. (34 %) 2 répl. 2,6 l. 11 l. (67 %) 2 répl. 5,2 l.	2 sc.	15 l. (1 %)	13,2 pers.
Eleanor Sheriff	2 l. (70 %) 1 répl. 1,5 l. 1 l. (31 %) 1 répl. 0,6 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Eleanor Sir John Stanley	8 l. (64 %) 3 répl. 2,5 l. 5 l. (37 %) 3 répl. 1,4 l.	1 sc.	12 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Duke of Gloucester Herald	10 l. (86 %) 1 répl. 9,1 l. 2 l. (15 %) 1 répl. 1,6 l.	1 sc.	11 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Duke of Gloucester Henry VI	37 l. (61 %) 12 répl. 3,0 l. 24 l. (40 %) 9 répl. 2,6 l.	5 sc.	60 l. (3 %)	12,5 pers.
Duke of Gloucester Mayor of Saint Albans	2 l. (59 %) 2 répl. 1,0 l. 2 l. (42 %) 2 répl. 0,7 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	11,0 pers.
Duke of Gloucester Queen Margaret	8 l. (48 %) 3 répl. 2,4 l. 8 l. (53 %) 6 répl. 1,3 l.	4 sc.	15 l. (1 %)	12,6 pers.
Duke of Gloucester Servant	12 l. (91 %) 2 répl. 5,8 l. 2 l. (10 %) 2 répl. 0,6 l.	1 sc.	13 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Duke of Gloucester Sheriff	4 l. (59 %) 1 répl. 3,1 l. 3 l. (42 %) 1 répl. 2,2 l.	1 sc.	5 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Duke of Gloucester Simpcox	17 l. (72 %) 12 répl. 1,4 l. 7 l. (29 %) 10 répl. 0,7 l.	1 sc.	24 l. (2 %)	11,0 pers.
Duke of Gloucester Sir John Stanley	1 l. (46 %) 1 répl. 0,7 l. 1 l. (55 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l.	1 sc.	2 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Duke of Gloucester Earl of Suffolk	20 l. (62 %) 6 répl. 3,2 l. 12 l. (39 %) 7 répl. 1,7 l.	3 sc.	31 l. (2 %)	12,3 pers.
Duke of Gloucester Simpcox's Wife	2 l. (35 %) 2 répl. 0,8 l. 3 l. (66 %) 5 répl. 0,6 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	11,0 pers.
Duke of Gloucester Richard Plantagenet	6 l. (37 %) 2 répl. 2,5 l. 9 l. (64 %) 3 répl. 2,9 l.	1 sc.	14 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Father John Hume Messenger	1 l. (22 %) 1 répl. 0,6 l. 3 l. (79 %) 1 répl. 2,3 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	3,0 pers.
Alexander Iden Henry VI	5 l. (44 %) 3 répl. 1,5 l. 6 l. (57 %) 3 répl. 2,0 l.	1 sc.	10 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Alexander Iden Richard Plantagenet	7 l. (77 %) 1 répl. 6,8 l. 3 l. (24 %) 1 répl. 2,1 l.	1 sc.	9 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Henry VI Messenger	1 l. (6 %) 1 répl. 0,9 l. 14 l. (95 %) 2 répl. 6,9 l.	2 sc.	15 l. (1 %)	5,4 pers.
Henry VI Peter	5 l. (75 %) 1 répl. 4,4 l. 2 l. (26 %) 1 répl. 1,5 l.	1 sc.	6 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Henry VI Queen Margaret	86 l. (72 %) 21 répl. 4,1 l. 34 l. (29 %) 16 répl. 2,1 l.	9 sc.	120 l. (6 %)	11,3 pers.
Henry VI Earl of Salisbury	12 l. (77 %) 3 répl. 3,9 l. 4 l. (24 %) 3 répl. 1,2 l.	2 sc.	15 l. (1 %)	11,3 pers.
Henry VI Lord Say	3 l. (75 %) 2 répl. 1,1 l. 1 l. (26 %) 1 répl. 0,7 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	5,0 pers.
Henry VI Simpcox	3 l. (54 %) 2 répl. 1,3 l. 3 l. (47 %) 3 répl. 0,8 l.	1 sc.	5 l. (1 %)	11,0 pers.
Henry VI Duke/Earl of Somerset	9 l. (71 %) 2 répl. 4,2 l. 4 l. (30 %) 3 répl. 1,2 l.	2 sc.	12 l. (1 %)	12,2 pers.
Henry VI Earl of Suffolk	12 l. (35 %) 6 répl. 1,9 l. 22 l. (66 %) 7 répl. 3,1 l.	5 sc.	33 l. (2 %)	11,5 pers.
Henry VI Earl of Warwick	25 l. (70 %) 7 répl. 3,5 l. 11 l. (31 %) 5 répl. 2,2 l.	1 sc.	35 l. (2 %)	10,0 pers.
Henry VI Richard Plantagenet	7 l. (78 %) 6 répl. 1,1 l. 2 l. (23 %) 2 répl. 1,0 l.	4 sc.	9 l. (1 %)	13,1 pers.
Lieutenant Earl of Suffolk	32 l. (59 %) 7 répl. 4,4 l. 23 l. (42 %) 6 répl. 3,7 l.	1 sc.	53 l. (3 %)	7,0 pers.
Lieutenant Walter Whitmore	3 l. (42 %) 1 répl. 2,1 l. 4 l. (59 %) 2 répl. 1,5 l.	1 sc.	5 l. (1 %)	7,0 pers.
Townsman Earl of Suffolk	1 l. (32 %) 1 répl. 0,4 l. 1 l. (69 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	11,0 pers.
Peter Queen Margaret	2 l. (56 %) 1 répl. 1,7 l. 2 l. (45 %) 1 répl. 1,4 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	6,0 pers.
Peter Earl of Salisbury	7 l. (82 %) 3 répl. 2,1 l. 2 l. (19 %) 2 répl. 0,7 l.	1 sc.	8 l. (1 %)	14,0 pers.
Peter Richard Plantagenet	3 l. (63 %) 1 répl. 2,2 l. 2 l. (38 %) 1 répl. 1,3 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	13,5 pers.
Queen Margaret Duke/Earl of Somerset	8 l. (92 %) 2 répl. 3,8 l. 1 l. (9 %) 1 répl. 0,7 l.	2 sc.	8 l. (1 %)	11,5 pers.
Queen Margaret Earl of Suffolk	98 l. (58 %) 18 répl. 5,4 l. 73 l. (43 %) 15 répl. 4,8 l.	5 sc.	170 l. (8 %)	11,2 pers.
Queen Margaret Vaux	1 l. (10 %) 1 répl. 0,8 l. 8 l. (91 %) 1 répl. 7,7 l.	1 sc.	9 l. (1 %)	10,0 pers.
Queen Margaret Earl of Warwick	40 l. (82 %) 3 répl. 13,1 l. 10 l. (19 %) 3 répl. 3,0 l.	1 sc.	48 l. (3 %)	10,0 pers.
Queen Margaret Richard Plantagenet	10 l. (30 %) 5 répl. 1,9 l. 23 l. (71 %) 6 répl. 3,7 l.	4 sc.	32 l. (2 %)	12,3 pers.
Richard Plantagenet the Younger Young Clifford	3 l. (52 %) 2 répl. 1,1 l. 3 l. (49 %) 2 répl. 1,1 l.	1 sc.	4 l. (1 %)	13,0 pers.
Earl of Salisbury Earl of Suffolk	22 l. (95 %) 1 répl. 21,9 l. 2 l. (6 %) 1 répl. 1,4 l.	1 sc.	23 l. (2 %)	10,0 pers.
Earl of Salisbury Earl of Warwick	23 l. (71 %) 5 répl. 4,4 l. 10 l. (30 %) 3 répl. 3,0 l.	3 sc.	31 l. (2 %)	10,3 pers.
Earl of Salisbury Richard Plantagenet	11 l. (36 %) 4 répl. 2,7 l. 21 l. (65 %) 5 répl. 4,0 l.	2 sc.	31 l. (2 %)	9,3 pers.
Simpcox Earl of Suffolk	1 l. (58 %) 1 répl. 0,4 l. 1 l. (43 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	11,0 pers.
Duke/Earl of Somerset Richard Plantagenet	5 l. (20 %) 2 répl. 2,2 l. 19 l. (81 %) 4 répl. 4,6 l.	3 sc.	23 l. (2 %)	11,6 pers.
Spirit Margaret Jourdain	1 l. (5 %) 1 répl. 0,1 l. 3 l. (96 %) 1 répl. 2,5 l.	1 sc.	3 l. (1 %)	7,0 pers.
Earl of Suffolk Walter Whitmore	18 l. (72 %) 5 répl. 3,5 l. 7 l. (29 %) 3 répl. 2,3 l.	1 sc.	24 l. (2 %)	7,0 pers.
Earl of Suffolk Earl of Warwick	15 l. (33 %) 6 répl. 2,4 l. 31 l. (68 %) 6 répl. 5,1 l.	2 sc.	45 l. (3 %)	10,7 pers.
Earl of Suffolk Simpcox's Wife	1 l. (53 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l. 1 l. (48 %) 1 répl. 0,3 l.	1 sc.	1 l. (1 %)	11,0 pers.
Earl of Suffolk Richard Plantagenet	12 l. (22 %) 7 répl. 1,7 l. 44 l. (79 %) 5 répl. 8,7 l.	4 sc.	55 l. (3 %)	12,1 pers.
Earl of Warwick	6 l. (100 %) 1 répl. 5,3 l.	1 sc.	5 l. (1 %)	1,0 pers.
Earl of Warwick Richard Plantagenet	22 l. (23 %) 9 répl. 2,4 l. 73 l. (78 %) 8 répl. 9,0 l.	5 sc.	93 l. (5 %)	9,5 pers.

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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Mr. William Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies.: Published according to the true originall copies.Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragediesFirst FolioLondon, England: William Jaggard, Edward Blount, John Smethwicke16238 November 1623 (entered)Bodleian Library, Arch. G c.7S111228015592789

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Mr VVILLIAM
SHAKESPEARES
COMEDIES,
HISTORIES, &
TRAGEDIES.

Publiſhed according to the True Originall Copies.

London : Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley]., 1623.

349 x 323.

[18], 303, [1], 46, 49-100, [2], 69-232, [2], 79-80, [26], 76, 79-82, 80-98, [2], 109-156, 257-993 [i.e. 399], [1] p.; fol.

Numbering peculiarities: 1st count: p.50 misnumbered 58; p.59 misnumbered 51; p.86 misnumbered 88; p.153 misnumbered 151; p.161 misnumbered] 163; p.164 misnumbered 162; p. 165 misnumbered 163; p. 189 misnumbered 187; p. 249 misnumbered 251; p.250 misnumbered 252; p. 265 misnumbered 273 -- 2nd count: p.37 misnumbered 39 in some copies; p.89 misnumbered 91; p. 90 misnumbered 92 -- 3rd count: p.165-166 numbered 167 and 168 respectively; p. 216 numbered 218 -- 5th count: p. 279 misnumbered 259; p. 282 misnumbered 280; p.308 misnumbered 38; p. 379 misnumbered 389; p. 399 misnumbered 993.

The signatures varies between sources, with the most commonly cited being Hinman's and West's: 1. Hinman: πA⁶ (πA1+1) [πB²], ²A-2B⁶ 2C² a-g⁶ χgg⁸ h-v⁶ x⁴ χ1.2 [para.]-2[para.]⁶ 3[para]¹ aa-ff⁶ gg² Gg⁶ hh⁶ kk-bbb⁶; 2. West: πA⁶ (πA1+1, πA5+1.2)²A-2B⁶ 2C² a-g⁶ ²g⁸ h-v⁶ x⁴ 'gg3.4' (±'gg3') [para.]-2[para.]⁶ 3[para]¹ 2a-2f⁶ 2g² 2G⁶ 2h⁶ 2k-2v⁶ x⁶ 2y-3b⁶.

Mis-signed leaves: a3 mis-signed Aa3; ³gg1 mis-signed Gg; nn1-nn2 mis-signed Nn and Nn2 and oo1 mis-signed Oo.

"The life and death of King Iohn" begins new pagination on leaf a1 recto; "The tragedy of Coriolanus" begins new pagination on leaf aa1 recto.

Lacks A1, the letterpress frontispiece entitled "To the reader". The title page is trimmed and mounted, with a section of the mount towards the foot of the leaf mutilated resulting in the loss of some the Droechout imprint at the bottom left hand corner of the portrait and the central section of an early MS note. For a full condition report, including a full survey of damage and repairs, please contact Rare Books.

Predominantly printed in double columns.

Text within simple lined frame.

Colophon reads: "Printed at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley. 1623.".

Editors’ dedication signed: Iohn Heminge. Henry Condell.

Head- and tail- pieces; initials.With an engraved title-page portrait of the author signed: "Martin- Droeshout: sculpsit· London.". The plate exists in 2 states: 1. The earlier state has lighter shading generall ; 2. Later state has heavier shading, especially around the collar, and minor differences particularly with the jawline and moustache. The vast majority of surviving copies have the plate in the second state which has led some scholars to conclude that the earlier state was a proof. The portrait in this copy is the second state.

Two MS verses on first endpaper verso: 1. 9 lines of verse by an unknown author, first line reads "An active swain to make a leap was seen". 2. A copy of Ben Jonson’s printed "To the Reader"; MS note on t.p. (mutilated) appears to read "Honest [Shakes]peare". Minor annotations on leaf 2n4 (Macbeth). All in an early English hand, presumably added after leaving the Library.

Seventeenth-century (1624) English (Oxford) smooth calf. Bound for the Bodleian Library by William Wildgoose, with evidence of two cloth ties, red sprinkled edge. Formerly chained, with evidence of chain staple at the head of the upper cover. Remains of paper label at the head of the spine. Enclosed in 20th century book box by Maltby of Oxford. See S. Gibson in Original Bodleian Copy of First Folio, p. 12-13. One of four items sent out on 17th February 1624 for binding by Wildgoose containing printed waste from a copy of Cicero’s "De Officiis, et al." [Deventer: Richard Pafraet, between 1480 and 1485] as paste-downs. For more information on this work see: Bod. Inc. Cat., C-322.

For further details on the printing of this item see Hinman, Charleton. The printing and proof-reading of the First Folio of Shakespeare: Oxford, 1963.

Acquired by the Bodleian in 1623, presumably in sheets. It was sent out to William Wildgoose on 17 February 1624 for binding (see: Library Records e.258, fol. 48r) and upon its return chained in Duke Humfrey at shelfmark S 2.17 Art. It is listed in the Bodleian’s 1635 catalogue of printed books but was gone by the publication of the next catalogue in 1674, replaced by the newer Third Folio (1664). There is no explicit reference in Library Records to the disposal of this copy, but there is a record of a sale of "superfluous library books" to Richard Davis, a bookseller in Oxford, in 1664 for the sum of £24.

After leaving the Bodleian this copy entered the collection of Richard Turbutt of Ogston Hall, Derbyshire at some point in the early 18th century. It stayed in the family’s possession until 1906, when it was reacquired by the Bodleian for the sum of £3000, raised by public subscription. For a full discussion of the rediscovery and purchase of this copy see: F. Madan, G. M. R. Turbutt and S. Gibson, The Original Bodleian Copy of the First Folio of Shakespeare (theTurbutt Shakespeare) (Oxford, 1905)

For a full discussion of this copy and the digital version see http://shakespeare.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/ and West and Rasmussen (2011), 31.

Digital facsimile images available at: http://firstfolio.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/.

First Murderer 1. First Citizen 1. Cit. First Gentleman 1. Gent. First Neighbour 1. Neighbor. First Petitioner 1. Pet. First Prentice 1. Prent. Second Murderer 2. Second Gentleman 2. Gent. Second Neighbour 2. Neighbor. Second Petitioner 2. Pet. Second Prentice 2. Prent. Third Neighbour 3. Neighbor. All All All. Thomas Horner, an armourer Armorer. Beadle Beadle. Winchester, Henry Beaufort, great-uncle to Henry V, bishop of Winchster, and later cardinal Beau. Car. Card. Win. George Bevis, a follower of Cade Beu. Beuis. Geo. William Stafford, brother to Sir Humphrey Stafford Bro. Duke of Buckingham Buc. Buck. Bolingbroke, a conjurer Bullin. Bulling. Dick the Butcher, a follower of Cade But. Butch. Butcher. Dic. Dicke. Jack Cade, a rebel Ca. Cade Cade. Clerk of Chatham Clearke. Lord Clifford Clif. Old Clif. Commons Commons Eleanor, duchess of Gloucester Duch. Eli. Elia. Elianor. King Edward IV (Plantagenet) Edw. Duke of Gloucester, brother to the King Glo. Glost. Gloster. Humf. Herald Her. John Holland, a follower of Cade Hol. Iohn. Father John Hume, a priest Hu. Hum. Hume. Alexander Iden, a Kentish gentleman Id. Iden. Henry VI K. Ki. Kin. King. Lieutenant (Captain) Lieu. Master Ma. Mayor of Saint Albans Maior. Mate Mate. Messenger Mes. Mess. Michael, a follower of Cade Mich. Townsman One. Peter, Thomas Horner's man Peter. Post Post. Queen Margaret, daughter to Reignier, afterwards married to King Henry VI Q. Qu. Queen. Queene. Richard Plantagenet the Younger Ric. Rich. Earl of Salisbury Both. Sal. Salisb. Salisbury. Lord Say Say. Lord Scales Scales. Servant Seru. Sheriff Sh. Sherife. Simpcox, an imposter Simpc. Smith the Weaver, a follower of Cade Smith. Wea. Weauer. Duke/Earl of Somerset, John Beaufort Som. Somerset. Soldier Soul. Spirit Spirit. Sir Humphrey Stafford, brother to William Stafford Staf. Staff. Sir John Stanley Stanley. Stanly. Earl of Suffolk Suf. Suff. Suffolke. Vaux Vaux. Walter Whitmore Wal. Whit. Whitm. Earl of Warwick Both. War. Warw. Warwicke. Simpcox's Wife Wife. Margaret Jourdain, a witch Witch. Young Clifford Yo Clif. Yo. Clif. Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester), becomes duke of York Yor. York. Yorke. Yorke.'

[p. 120]

The second Part of Henry the Sixt,
with the death of the Good Duke
HVMFREY.

Actus Primus. Scœna Prima

[Act 1, Scene 1]

Flourish of Trumpets: Then Hoboyes.

Enter King, Duke Humfrey, Salisbury, Warwicke and Beau
ford on the one side.

The Queene, Suffolke, Yorke, Somerset, and Buckingham,
on the other.

Suffolke.
AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty,
I had in charge at my depart for France,
As Procurator to your Excellence,
To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace;
5 So in the Famous Ancient City, Toures,
In presence of the Kings of France, and Sicill,
The Dukes of Orleance, Calaber, Britaigne, and Alanson,
Seuen Earles, twelue Barons, & twenty reuerend Bishops
I haue perform'd my Taske, and was espous'd,
10 And humbly now vpon my bended knee,
In sight of England, and her Lordly Peeres,
Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene
To your most gracious hands, that are the Substance
Of that great Shadow I did represent:
15 The happiest Gift, that euer Marquesse gaue,
The Fairest Queene, that euer King receiu'd.

King.
Suffolke arise. Welcome Queene Margaret,
I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue
Then this kinde kisse: O Lord, that lends me life,
20 Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse:
For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face
A world of earthly blessings to my soule,
If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts.

Queen.
Great King of England, & my gracious Lord,
25 The mutuall conference that my minde hath had,
By day, by night; waking, and in my dreames,
In Courtly company, or at my Beades,
With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne,
Makes me the bolder to salute my King,
30 With ruder termes, such as my wit affoords,
And ouer ioy of heart doth minister.

King.
Her sight did rauish, but her grace in Speech,
Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty,
Makes me from Wondring, fall to Weeping ioyes,
35 Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content.
Lords, with one cheerefull voice, Welcome my Loue.

All

kneel.

Long liue Queene Margaret, Englands happines.

Queene.

We thanke you all.

Florish

Suf.

My Lord Protector, so it please your Grace,

40 Heere are the Articles of contracted peace,

Betweene our Soueraigne, and the French King Charles,

For eighteene moneths concluded by consent.

Glo.

Reads.

43Inprimis, It is agreed betweene the French King [l. 44] Charles, and William de la Pole Marquesse of Suffolke, Am [l. 45] bassador for Henry King of England, That the said Henry shal [l. 46] espouse the Lady Margaret, daughter vnto Reignier King of [l. 47] Naples, Sicillia, and Ierusalem, and Crowne her Queene of [l. 48] England, ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing.

49Item, That the Dutchy of Aniou, and the County of Main, [l. 50] shall be released and deliuered to the King her father.

King.

Vnkle, how now?

Glo.

Pardon me gracious Lord,

Some sodaine qualme hath strucke me at the heart,

And dim'd mine eyes, that I can reade no further.

King.

55 Vnckle of Winchester, I pray read on.

Win.

56Item, It is further agreed betweene them, That the [l. 57] Dutchesse of Aniou and Maine, shall be released and deliuered [l. 58] ouer to the King her Father, and shee sent ouer of the King of [l. 59] Englands owne proper Cost and Charges, without hauing any [l. 60] Dowry.

King.
They please vs well. Lord Marques kneel down,
We heere create thee the first Duke of Suffolke,
And girt thee with the Sword. Cosin of Yorke,
We heere discharge your Grace from being Regent
65 I'th parts of France, till terme of eighteene Moneths
Be full expyr'd. Thankes Vncle Winchester,
Gloster, Yorke, Buckingham, Somerset,
Salisburie, and Warwicke.
We thanke you all for this great fauour done,
70 In entertainment to my Princely Queene.
Come, let vs in, and with all speede prouide
To see her Coronation be perform'd.

Exit King, Queene, and Suffolke.

Manet the rest.

Glo.
Braue Peeres of England, Pillars of the State,
To you Duke Humfrey must vnload his greefe:
75 Your greefe, the common greefe of all the Land.
What? did my brother Henry spend his youth,
His valour, coine, and people in the warres?
Did he so often lodge in open field:
In Winters cold, and Summers parching heate,
80 To conquer France, his true inheritance?
And did my brother Bedford toyle his wits,
To[p. 121]The second Part of Henry the Sixt.To keepe by policy what Henrie got:
Haue you your selues, Somerset, Buckingham,
Braue Yorke, Salisbury, and victorious Warwicke,
85 Receiud deepe scarres in France and Normandie:
Or hath mine Vnckle Beauford, and my selfe,
With all the Learned Counsell of the Realme,
Studied so long, sat in the Councell house,
Early and late, debating too and fro
90 How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
And hath his Highnesse in his infancie,
Crowned in Paris in despight of foes,
And shall these Labours, and these Honours dye?
Shall Henries Conquest, Bedfords vigilance,
95 Your Deeds of Warre, and all our Counsell dye?
O Peeres of England, shamefull is this League,
Fatall this Marriage, cancelling your Fame,
Blotting your names from Bookes of memory,
Racing the Charracters of your Renowne,
100 Defacing Monuments of Conquer'd France,
Vndoing all as all had neuer bin.

Car.

Nephew, what meanes this passionate discourse?

This preroration with such circumstance:

For France, 'tis ours; and we will keepe it still.

Glo.
105 I Vnckle, we will keepe it, if we can:
But now it is impossible we should.
Suffolke, the new made Duke that rules the rost,
Hath giuen the Dutchy of Aniou and Mayne,
Vnto the poore King Reignier, whose large style
110 Agrees not with the leannesse of his purse.

Sal.

Now by the death of him that dyed for all,

These Counties were the Keyes of Normandie:

But wherefore weepes Warwicke, my valiant sonne?

War.
For greefe that they are past recouerie.
115 For were there hope to conquer them againe,
My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no teares.
Aniou and Maine? My selfe did win them both:
Those Prouinces, these Armes of mine did conquer,
And are the Citties that I got with wounds,
120 Deliuer'd vp againe with peacefull words?
                     
Mort Dieu.

Yorke.
For Suffolkes Duke, may he be suffocate,
That dims the Honor of this Warlike Isle:
France should haue torne and rent my very hart,
125 Before I would haue yeelded to this League.
I neuer read but Englands Kings haue had
Large summes of Gold, and Dowries with their wiues,
And our King Henry giues away his owne,
To match with her that brings no vantages.

Hum.
130 A proper iest, and neuer heard before,
That Suffolke should demand a whole Fifteenth,
For Costs and Charges in transporting her:
She should haue staid in France, and steru'd in France
Before⸺

Car.

135 My Lord of Gloster, now ye grow too hot,

It was the pleasure of my Lord the King.

Hum.
My Lord of Winchester I know your minde.
'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike:
But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye,
140 Rancour will out, proud Prelate, in thy face
I see thy furie: If I longer stay,
We shall begin our ancient bickerings:
Lordings farewell, and say when I am gone,
I prophesied, France will be lost ere long.

Exit Humfrey.

Car.
145 So, there goes our Protector in a rage:
'Tis knowne to you he is mine enemy:
Nay more, an enemy vnto you all,
And no great friend, I feare me to the King;
Consider Lords, he is the next of blood,
150 And heyre apparant to the English Crowne:
Had Henrie got an Empire by his marriage,
And all the wealthy Kingdomes of the West,
There's reason he should be displeas'd at it:
Looke to it Lords, let not his smoothing words
155 Bewitch your hearts, be wise and circumspect.
What though the common people fauour him,
Calling him, Humfrey the good Duke of Gloster,
Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voyce,
Iesu maintaine your Royall Excellence,
160 With God preserue the good Duke Humfrey:
I feare me Lords, for all this flattering glosse,
He will be found a dangerous Protector.

Buc.
Why should he then protect our Soueraigne?
He being of age to gouerne of himselfe.
165 Cosin of Somerset, ioyne you with me,
And altogether with the Duke of Suffolke,
Wee'l quickly hoyse Duke Humfrey from his seat.

Car.

This weighty businesse will not brooke delay,

Ile to the Duke of Suffolke presently.

Exit Cardinall.

Som.
170 Cosin of Buckingham, though Humfries pride
And greatnesse of his place be greefe to vs,
Yet let vs watch the haughtie Cardinall,
His insolence is more intollerable
Then all the Princes in the Land beside,
175 If Gloster be displac'd, hee'l be Protector.

Buc.

Or thou, or I Somerset will be Protectors,

Despite Duke Humfrey, or the Cardinall.

Exit Buckingham, and Somerset.

Sal.
Pride went before, Ambition followes him.
While these do labour for their owne preferment,
180 Behooues it vs to labor for the Realme.
I neuer saw but Humfrey Duke of Gloster,
Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman:
Oft haue I seene the haughty Cardinall.
More like a Souldier then a man o'th'Church,
185 As stout and proud as he were Lord of all,
Sweare like a Ruffian, and demeane himselfe
Vnlike the Ruler of a Common‑weale.
Warwicke my sonne, the comfort of my age,
Thy deeds, thy plainnesse, and thy house‑keeping,
190 Hath wonne the greatest fauour of the Commons,
Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey.
And Brother Yorke, thy Acts in Ireland,
In bringing them to ciuill Discipline:
Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
195 When thou wert Regent for our Soueraigne,
Haue made thee fear'd and honor'd of the people,
Ioyne we together for the publike good,
In what we can, to bridle and suppresse
The pride of Suffolke, and the Cardinall,
200 With Somersets and Buckinghams Ambition,
And as we may, cherish Duke Humfries deeds,
While they do tend the profit of the Land.

War.

So God helpe Warwicke, as he loues the Land,

And common profit of his Countrey.

Yor.

205 And so says Yorke,

For he hath greatest cause.

Salisbury.

Then lets make hast away,

And looke vnto the maine.

Warwicke.

Vnto the maine?

210 Oh Father, Maine is lost,

That Maine, which by maine force Warwicke did winne,

And would haue kept, so long as breath did last:

l3 Main [p. 122] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Main‑chance father you meant, but I meant Maine,

Which I will win from France, or else be slaine.

Exit Warwicke, and Salisbury. Manet Yorke.

Yorke.
215 Aniou and Maine are giuen to the French,
Paris is lost, the state of Normandie
                     
Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
Suffolke concluded on the Articles,
The Peeres agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd,
220 To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire daughter.
I cannot blame them all, what is't to them?
'Tis thine they giue away, and not their owne.
Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage,
And purchase Friends, and giue to Curtezans,
225 Still reuelling like Lords till all be gone,
While as the silly Owner of the goods
Weepes ouer them, and wrings his haplesse hands,
And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloofe,
While all is shar'd, and all is borne away,
230 Ready to sterue, and dare not touch his owne.
So Yorke must sit, and fret, and bite his tongue,
While his owne Lands are bargain'd for, and sold:
Me thinkes the Realmes of England, France, & Ireland,
Beare that proportion to my flesh and blood,
235 As did the fatall brand Althæa burnt,
Vnto the Princes heart of Calidon:
                     
Aniou and Maine both giuen vnto the French?
Cold newes for me: for I had hope of France,
Euen as I haue of fertile Englands soile.
240 A day will come, when Yorke shall claime his owne,
And therefore I will take the Neuils parts,
And make a shew of loue to proud Duke Humfrey,
And when I spy aduantage, claime the Crowne,
For that's the Golden marke I seeke to hit:
245 Nor shall proud Lancaster vsurpe my right,
Nor hold the Scepter in his childish Fist,
Nor weare the Diadem vpon his head,
Whose Church‑like humors fits not for a Crowne.
Then Yorke be still a‑while, till time do serue:
250 Watch thou, and wake when others be asleepe,
To prie into the secrets of the State,
Till Henrie surfetting in ioyes of loue,
With his new Bride, & Englands deere bought Queen,
And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres:
255 Then will I raise aloft the Milke‑white‑Rose,
With whose sweet smell the Ayre shall be perfum'd,
And in in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke,
To grapple with the house of Lancaster,
And force perforce Ile make him yeeld the Crowne,
260 Whose bookish Rule, hath pull'd faire England downe.

Exit Yorke.

[Act 1, Scene 2]

Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor.

Elia.
Why droopes my Lord like ouer‑ripen'd Corn,
Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load?
Why doth the Great Duke Humfrey knit his browes,
As frowning at the Fauours of the world?
265 Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth,
Gazing on that which feemes to dimme thy sight?
What seest thou there? King Henries Diadem,
Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world?
If so, Gaze on, and grouell on thy face,
270 Vntill thy head be circled with the same.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold.
What, is't too short? Ile lengthen it with mine,
And hauing both together heau'd it vp,
Wee'l both together lift our heads to heauen,
275 And neuer more abase our sight so low,
As to vouchsafe one glance vnto the ground.

Hum.
O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost loue thy Lord,
Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts:
And may that thought, when I imagine ill
280 Against my King and Nephew, vertuous Henry,
Be my last breathing in this mortall world.
My troublous dreames this night, doth make me sad.

Eli.

What dream'd my Lord, tell me, and Ile requite it

With sweet rehearsall of my mornings dreame?

Hum.
285 Me thought this staffe mine Office‑badge in
                                    
Court
Was broke in twaine: by whom, I haue forgot,
But as I thinke, it was by'th Cardinall,
And on the peeces of the broken Wand
Were plac'd the heads of Edmond Duke of Somerset,
290 And William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolke.
This was my dreame, what it doth bode God knowes.

Eli.
Tut, this was nothing but an argument,
That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters groue,
Shall loose his head for his presumption.
295 But list to me my Humfrey, my sweete Duke:
Me thought I sate in Seate of Maiesty,
In the Cathedrall Church of Westminster,
And in that Chaire where Kings & Queens wer crownd,
Where Henrie and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me,
300 And on my head did set the Diadem.

Hum.
Nay Elinor, then must I chide outright:
Presumptuous Dame, ill‑nurter'd Elianor,
Art thou not second Woman in the Realme?
And the Protectors wife belou'd of him?
305 Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
Aboue the reach or compasse of thy thought?
And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery,
To tumble downe thy husband, and thy selfe,
From top of Honor, to Disgraces feete?
310 Away from me, and let me heare no more.

Elia.

What, what, my Lord? Are you so chollericke

With Elianor, for telling but her dreame?

Next time Ile keepe my dreames vnto my selfe,

And not be check'd.

Hum.

315 Nay be not angry, I am pleas'd againe.

Enter Messenger.

Mess.

My Lord Protector,'tis his Highnes pleasure,

You do prepare to ride vnto Saint Albons,

Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke.

Hu.

I go. Come Nel thou wilt ride with vs?

Ex. Hum

Eli.
320 Yes my good Lord, Ile follow presently.
Follow I must, I cannot go before,
While Gloster beares this base and humble minde.
Were I a Man, a Duke, and next of blood,
I would remoue these tedious stumbling blockes,
325 And smooth my way vpon their headlesse neckes.
And being a woman, I will not be slacke
To play my part in Fortunes Pageant.
Where are you there? Sir Iohn; nay feare not man,
We are alone, here's none but thee, & I.

Enter Hume.

Hume.

330 Iesus preserue your Royall Maiesty.

Elia.

What saist thou? Maiesty: I am but Grace.

Hume.

But by the grace of God, and Humes aduice,

Your Graces Title shall be multiplied.

Elia.

What saist thou man? Hast thou as yet confer'd

335 With Margerie Iordane the cunning Witch,

With Roger Bollingbrooke the Coniurer?

And will they vndertake to do me good?

Hume.

This they haue promised to shew your Highnes

A Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground,

That [p. 123] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

340 That shall make answere to such Questions,

As by your Grace shall be propounded him.

Elianor.
It is enough, Ile thinke vpon the Qnestions:
When from Saint Albones we doe make returne,
Wee'le see these things effected to the full.
345 Here Hume, take this reward, make merry man
With thy Confederates in this weightie cause.

Exit Elianor.

Hume.
Hume must make merry with the Duchesse Gold:
Marry and Shall: but how now, Sir Iohn Hume?
                     
Seale vp your Lips, and giue no words but Mum,
350 The businesse asketh silent secrecie.
Dame Elianor giues Gold, to bring the Witch:
Gold cannot come amisse, were she a Deuill.
Yet haue I Gold flyes from another Coast:
I dare not say, from the rich Cardinall,
355 And from the great and new‑made Duke of Suffolke;
Yet I doe finde it so: for to be plaine,
They (knowing Dame Elianors aspiring humor)
Haue hyred me to vnder‑mine the Duchesse,
And buzze these Coniurations in her brayne.
360 They say, A craftie Knaue do's need no Broker,
Yet am I Suffolke and the Cardinalls Broker.
Hume, if you take not heed, you shall goe neere
To call them both a payre of craftie Knaues.
Well, so it stands: and thus I feare at last,
365 Humes Knauerie will be the Duchesse Wracke,
And her Attainture, will be Humphreyes fall:
Sort how it will, I shall haue Gold for all.

Exit

[Act 1, Scene 3]

Enter three or foure Petitioners, the Armorers
Man being one.

1. Pet.

368My Masters, let's stand close, my Lord Pro [l. 369] tector will come this way by and by, and then wee may [l. 370] deliuer our Supplications in the Quill.

2. Pet.

371Marry the Lord protect him, for hee's a good [l. 372] man, Iesu blesse him.

Enter Suffolke, and Queene.

Peter.

373Here a comes me thinkes, and the Queene with [l. 374] him: Ile be the first sure.

2. Pet.

375Come backe foole, this is the Duke of Suffolk, [l. 376] and not my Lord Protector.

Suff.

377How now fellow: would'st any thing with me?

1. Pet.

378I pray my Lord pardon me, I tooke ye for my [l. 379] Lord Protector.

Queene.

380To my Lord Protector? Are your Supplica [l. 381] tions to his Lordship? Let me see them: what is thine?

1. Pet.

382Mine is, and't please your Grace, against Iohn [l. 383] Goodman, my Lord Cardinals Man, for keeping my House, [l. 384] and Lands, and Wife and all, from me.

Suff.

385Thy Wife too? that's some Wrong indeede. [l. 386] What's yours? What's heere? Against the Duke of [l. 387] Suffolke, for enclosing the Commons of Melforde. How [l. 388] now, Sir Knaue?

2. Pet.

389Alas Sir, I am but a poore Petitioner of our [l. 390] whole Towneship.

Peter.

391Against my Master Thomas Horner, for saying, [l. 392] That the Duke of Yorke was rightfull Heire to the [l. 393] Crowne.

Queene.

394What say'st thou? Did the Duke of Yorke [l. 395] say, hee was rightfull Heire to the Crowne?

Peter.

396That my Mistresse was? No forsooth: my Master [l. 397] said, That he was, and that the King was an Vsurper.

Suff.

398Who is there?

Enter Seruant.

399Take this fellow in, and send for his Master with a Purse [l. 400] uant presently: wee'le heare more of your matter before [l. 401] the King.

Exit.

Queene.

And as for you that loue to be protected

Vnder the Wings of our Protectors Grace,

Begin your Suites anew, and sue to him.

Teare the Supplication.

405 Away, base Cullions: Suffolke let them goe.

All.

Come, let's be gone.

Exit.

Queene.
My Lord of Suffolke, say, is this the guise?
Is this the Fashions in the Court of England?
Is this the Gouernment of Britaines Ile?
410 And this the Royaltie of Albions King?
What, shall King Henry be a Pupill still,
Vnder the surly Glosters Gouernance?
Am I a Queene in Title and in Stile,
And must be made a Subiect to a Duke?
415 I tell thee Poole, when in the Citie Tours
                     
Thou ran'st a‑tilt in honor of my Loue,
And stol'st away the Ladies hearts of France;
I thought King Henry had resembled thee,
In Courage, Courtship, and Proportion:
420 But all his minde is bent to Holinesse,
To number Aue‑Maries on his Beades:
His Champions, are the Prophets and Apostles,
His Weapons, holy Sawes of sacred Writ,
His Studie is his Tilt‑yard, and his Loues
425 Are brazen Images of Canonized Saints.
I would the Colledge of the Cardinalls
Would chuse him Pope, and carry him to Rome,
And set the Triple Crowne vpon his Head;
That were a State fit for his Holinesse.

Suff.

430 Madame be patient: as I was cause

Your Highnesse came to England, so will I

In England worke your Graces full content.

Queene.

Beside the haughtie Protector, haue we Beauford

The imperious Churchman; Somerset, Buckingham,

435 And grumbling Yorke: and not the least of these,

But can doe more in England then the King.

Suff.

And he of these, that can doe most of all,

Cannot doe more in England then the Neuils:

Salisbury and Warwick are no simple Peeres.

Queene.
440 Not all these Lords do vex me halfe so much,
As that prowd Dame, the Lord Protectors Wife:
She sweepes it through the Court with troups of Ladies,
More like an Empresse, then Duke Humphreyes Wife:
Strangers in Court, doe take her for the Queene:
445 She beares a Dukes Reuenewes on her backe,
And in her heart she scornes our Pouertie:
Shall I not liue to be aueng'd on her?
Contemptuous base‑borne Callot as she is,
She vaunted 'mongst her Minions t'other day,
450 The very trayne of her worst wearing Gowne,
Was better worth then all my Fathers Lands,
Till Suffolke gaue two Dukedomes for his Daughter.

Suff.

Madame, my selfe haue lym'd a Bush for her,

And plac't a Quier of such enticing Birds,

455 That she will light to listen to the Layes,

And neuer mount to trouble you againe.

So let her rest: and Madame list to me,

For I am bold to counsaile you in this;

Although we fancie not the Cardinall,

460 Yet must we ioyne with him and with the Lords,

Till we haue brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.

As [p. 124] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

As for the duke of Yorke, this late Complaint

Will make but little for his benefit:

So one by one wee'le weed them all at last,

465 And you your selfe shall steere the happy Helme.

Exit.

[Act 3, Scene 1]

Sound a Sennet.

Enter the King, Duke Humfrey, Cardinall, Bucking
ham, Yorke, Salisbury, Warwicke,
and the Duchesse.

King.

For my part, Noble Lords, I care not which,

Or Somerset, at Yorke, all's one to me.

Yorke.

If Yorke haue ill demean'd himselfe in France,

Then let him be denay'd the Regent‑ship.

Som.

470 If Somerset be vnworthy of the Place,

Let Yorke be Regent, I will yeeld to him.

Warw.

Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or no,

Dispute not that, Yorke is the worthyer.

Card.

Ambitious Warwicke, let thy betters speake.

Warw.

475 The Cardinall's not my better in the field.

Buck.

All in this presence are thy betters, Warwicke.

Warw.

Warwicke may liue to be the best of all.

Salisb.

Peace Sonne, and shew some reason Buckingham

Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this?

Queene.

480 Because the King forsooth will haue it so.

Humf.

Madame, the King is old enough himselfe

To giue his Censure: These are no Womens matters.

Queene.

If he be old enough, what needs your Grace

To be Protector of his Excellence?

Humf.

485 Madame, I am Protector of the Realme,

And at his pleasure will resigne my Place.

Suff.
Resigne it then, and leaue thine insolence.
Since thou wert King; as who is King, but thou?
The Common‑wealth hath dayly run to wrack,
490 The Dolphin hath preuayl'd beyond the Seas,
And all the Peeres and Nobles of the Realme
Haue beene as Bond‑men to thy Soueraigntie.

Card.

The Commons hast thou rackt, the Clergies Bags

Are lanke and leane with thy Extortions.

Som.

495 Thy sumptuous Buildings, and thy Wiues Attyre

Haue cost a masse of publique Treasurie.

Buck.

Thy Crueltie in execution

Vpon Offendors, hath exceeded Law,

And left thee to the mercy of the Law.

Queene.

500 Thy sale of Offices and Townes in France,

If they were knowne, as the suspect is great,

Would make thee quickly hop without thy Head.

Exit Humfrey.

Giue me my Fanne: what, Mynion, can ye not?

She giues the Duchesse a box on the eare.

I cry you mercy, Madame: was it you?

Duch.

505 Was't I? yea, I it was, prowd French‑woman:

Could I come neere your Beautie with my Nayles,

I could set my ten Commandements in your face.

King.

Sweet Aunt be quiet, 'twas against her will.

Duch.

Against her will, good King? looke to't in time,

510 Shee'le hamper thee, and dandle thee like a Baby:

Though in this place most Master weare no Breeches,

She shall not strike Dame Elianor vnreueng'd.

Exit Elianor.

Buck.

Lord Cardinall, I will follow Elianor,

And listen after Humfrey, how he proceedes:

515 Shee's tickled now, her Fume needs no spurres,

Shee'le gallop farre enough to her destruction.

Exit Buckingham.

Enter Humfrey.

Humf.
Now Lords, my Choller being ouer‑blowne,
With walking once about the Quadrangle,
I come to talke of Common‑wealth Affayres.
520 As for your spightfull false Obiections,
Proue them, and I lye open to the Law:
But God in mercie so deale with my Soule,
As I in dutie loue my King and Countrey.
But to the matter that we haue in hand:
525 I say, my Soueraigne, Yorke is meetest man
To be your Regent in the Realme of France.

Suff.

Before we make election, giue me leaue

To shew some reason, of no little force,

That Yorke is most vnmeet of any man.

Yorke.
530 Ile tell thee, Suffolke, why I am vnmeet.
First, for I cannot flatter thee in Pride:
Next, if I be appointed for the Place,
My Lord of Somerset will keepe me here,
Without Discharge, Money, or Furniture,
535 Till France be wonne into the Dolphins hands:
Last time I danc't attendance on his will,
Till Paris was besieg'd, famisht, and lost.

Warw.

That can I witnesse, and a fouler fact

Did neuer Traytor in the Land commit.

Suff.

540 Peace head‑strong Warwicke.

Warw.

Image of Pride, why should I hold my peace?

Enter Armorer and his Man.

Suff.

Because here is a man accused of Treason,

Pray God the Duke of Yorke excuse himselfe.

Yorke.

Doth any one accuse Yorke for a Traytor?

King.

545 What mean'st thou, Suffolke? tell me, what are
these?

Suff.
Please it your Maiestie, this is the man
That doth accuse his Master of High Treason;
His words were these: That Richard, Duke of Yorke,
Was rightfull Heire vnto the English Crowne,
550 And that your Maiestie was an Vsurper.

King.

Say man, were these thy words?

Armorer.

552And't shall please your Maiestie, I neuer sayd [l. 553] nor thought any such matter: God is my witnesse, I am [l. 554] falsely accus'd by the Villaine.

Peter.

555By these tenne bones, my Lords, hee did speake [l. 556] them to me in the Garret one Night, as wee were scow [l. 557] ring my Lord of Yorkes Armor.

Yorke.

Base Dunghill Villaine, and Mechanicall,

Ile haue thy Head for this thy Traytors speech:

560 I doe beseech your Royall Maiestie,

Let him haue all the rigor of the Law.

Armorer.

562Alas, my Lord, hang me if euer I spake the [l. 563] words: my accuser is my Prentice, and when I did cor [l. 564] rect him for his fault the other day, he did vow vpon his [l. 565] knees he would be euen with me: I haue good witnesse [l. 566] of this; therefore I beseech your Maiestie, doe not cast [l. 567] away an honest man for a Villaines accusation.

King.

Vnckle, what shall we say to this in law?

Humf.
This doome, my Lord, if I may judge:
570 Let Somerset be Regent o're the French,
Because in Yorke this breedes suspition;
And let these haue a day appointed them
For single Combat, in conuenient place,
For he hath witnesse of his seruants malice:
575 This is the Law, and this Duke Humfreyes doome.

Som. I [p. 125] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Som.

I humbly thanke your Royall Maiestie.

Armorer.

And I accept the Combat willingly.

Peter.

578Alas, my Lord, I cannot fight; for Gods sake [l. 579] pitty my case: the spight of man preuayleth against me. [l. 580] O Lord haue mercy vpon me, I shall neuer be able to [l. 581] fight a blow: O Lord my heart.

Humf.

Sirrha, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.

King.

583Away with them to Prison: and the day of [l. 584] Combat, shall be the last of. the. next moneth. Come [l. 585] Somerset, wee'le see thee sent away.

Flourish. Exeunt.

[Act 1, Scene 4]

Enter the Witch, the two Priests, and Bullingbrooke.

Hume.

586Come my Masters, the Duchesse I tell you ex [l. 587] pects performance of your promises.

Bulling.

588Master Hume, we are therefore prouided: will [l. 589] her Ladyship behold and heare our Exorcismes?

Hume.

590I, what else? feare you not her courage.

Bulling.

591I haue heard her reported to be a Woman of [l. 592] an inuincible spirit: but it shall be conuenient, Master [l. 593] Hume, that you be by her aloft, while wee be busie be [l. 594] low; and so I pray you goe in Gods Name, and leaue vs. Exit Hume. [l. 595] Mother Iordan, be you prostrate, and grouell on the [l. 596] Earth; Iohn Southwell reade you, and let vs to our worke.

Enter Elianor aloft.

Elianor.

597Well said my Masters, and welcome all: To [l. 598] this geere, the sooner the better.

Bullin.
Patience, good Lady, Wizards know their times:
600 Deepe Night, darke Night, the silent of the Night,
The time of Night when Troy was set on fire,
The time when Screech‑owles cry, and Bandogs howle,
And Spirits walke, and Ghosts breake vp their Graues;
That time best fits the worke we haue in hand.
605 Madame, sit you, and feare not: whom wee rayse,
Wee will make fast within a hallow'd Verge.

Here doe the Ceremonies belonging, and make the Circle,
Bullingbrooke or Southwell reades; Coniouro
te, &c. It Thunders and Lightens
terribly: then the Spirit
riseth.

Spirit.

Ad sum.

Witch.

Asmath, by the eternall God,

Whose name and power thou tremblest at,

610 Answere that I shall aske: for till thou speake,

Thou shalt not passe from hence.

Spirit.

Aske what thou wilt; that I had sayd, and
done.

Bulling.

First of the King: What shall of him be
come?

Spirit.

The Duke yet liues, that Henry shall depose:

615 But him out‑liue, and dye a violent death.

Bulling.

What fates await the Duke of Suffolke?

Spirit.

By Water shall he dye, and take his end.

Bulling.

What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?

Spirit.

Let him shun Castles,

620 Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines,

Then where Castles mounted stand.

Haue done, for more I hardly can endure.

Bulling.

623Discend to Darknesse, and the burning Lake: [l. 624] False fiend auoide.

Thunder and Lightning. Exit Spirit.

Enter the Duke of Yorke and the Duke of Buckingham
with their Guard, and breake in.

Yorke.
625 Lay hands vpon these Traytors, and their trash:
Beldam I thinke we watcht you at an ynch.
What Madame, are you there? the King & Commonweale
Are deepely indebted for this peece of paines;
My Lord Protector will, I doubt it not,
630 See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.

Elianor.

Not halfe so bad as thine to Englands King,

Iniurious Duke, that threatest where's no cause.

Buck.
True Madame, none at all: what call you this?
                     
Away with them, let them be clapt vp close,
635 And kept asunder: you Madame shall with vs.
Stafford take her to thee.
Wee'le see your Trinkets here all forth‑comming.
All away.

Exit.

Yorke.
Lord Buckingham, me thinks you watcht her well:
640 A pretty Plot, well chosen to build vpon.
Now pray my Lord, let's see the Deuils Writ.
What haue we here?
Reades.
The Duke yet liues, that Henry shall depose:
But him out‑liue, and dye a violent death.
645 Why this is iust, Aio Æacida Romanos vincere posso.
                     
Well, to the rest:
Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke?
By Water shall he dye, and take his end.
What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?
650 Let him shunne Castles,
Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines,
Then where Castles mounted stand.
Come, come, my Lords,
These Oracles are hardly attain'd,
655 And hardly vnderstood.
The King is now in progresse towards Saint Albones,
With him, the Husband of this louely Lady:
Thither goes these Newes,
As fast as Horse can carry them:
660 A sorry Breakfast for my Lord Protector.

Buck.

Your Grace shal giue me leaue, my Lord of York,

To be the Poste, in hope of his reward.

Yorke.

At your pleasure, my good Lord.

Who's within there, hoe?

Enter a Seruingman.

665 Inuite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick

To suppe with me to morrow Night. Away.

Exeunt.

[Act 2, Scene 1]

Enter the King, Queene, Protector, Cardinall, and
Suffolke, with Faulkners hallowing.

Queene.

Beleeue me Lords, for flying at the Brooke,

I saw not better sport these seuen yeeres day:

Yet by your leaue, the Winde was very high,

670 And ten to one, old Ioane had not gone out.

King.

But what a point, my Lord, your Faulcon made,

And what a pytch she flew aboue the rest:

To see how God in all his Creatures workes,

Yea Man and Birds are fayne of climbing high.

Suff.

675 No maruell, and it like your Maiestie,

My Lord Protectors Hawkes doe towre so well,

They know their Master loues to be aloft,

And beares his thoughts aboue his Faulcons Pitch.

Glost.

My Lord, 'tis but a base ignoble minde,

680 That mounts no higher then a Bird can sore.

Card. I [p. 126] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Card.

I thought as much, hee would be aboue the
Cloud.

Glost.

I my Lord Cardinall, how thinke you by that?

Were it not good your Grace could flye to Heauen?

King.

The Treasurie of euerlasting Ioy.

Card.

685 Thy Heauen is on Earth, thine Eyes & Thoughts

Beat on a Crowne, the Treasure of thy Heart,

Pernitious Protector, dangerous Peere,

That Smooth'st it so with King and Common‑weale.

Glost.
What, Cardinall?
690 Is your Priest‑hood growne peremptorie?
                     
Tantæne animis Cœlestibus iræ, Church‑men so hot?
Good Vnckle hide such mallice:
With such Holynesse can you doe it?

Suff.

No mallice Sir, no more then well becomes

695 So good a Quarrell, and so bad a Peere.

Glost.

As who, my Lord?

Suff.

Why, as you, my Lord,

An't like your Lordly Lords Protectorship.

Glost.

Why Suffolke, England knowes thine insolence.

Queene.

700 And thy Ambition, Gloster.

King.

I prythee peace, good Queene,

And whet not on these furious Peeres,

For blessed are the Peace‑makers on Earth.

Card.

Let me be blessed for the Peace I make

705 Against this prowd Protector with my Sword.

Glost.

Faith holy Vnckle, would't were come to that.

Card.

Marry, when thou dar'st.

Glost.

Make vp no factious numbers for the matter,

In thine owne person answere thy abuse.

Card.

710 I, where thou dar'st not peepe:

And if thou dar'st, this Euening,

On the East side of the Groue.

King.

How now, my Lords?

Card.

Beleeue me, Cousin Gloster,

715 Had not your man put vp the Fowle so suddenly,

We had had more sport.

Come with thy two‑hand Sword.

Glost.

True Vnckle, are ye aduis'd?

The East side of the Groue:

720 Cardinall, I am with you.

King.

Why how now, Vnckle Gloster?

Glost.

Talking of Hawking; nothing else, my Lord.

Now by Gods Mother, Priest,

Ile shaue your Crowne for this,

725 Or all my Fence shall fayle.

Card.

726Medice teipsum, Protector see to't well, protect [l. 727] your selfe.

King.
The Windes grow high,
So doe your Stomacks, Lords:
730 How irkesome is this Musick to my heart?
When such Strings iarre, what hope of Harmony?
I pray my Lords let me compound this strife.

Enter one crying a Miracle.

Glost.

What meanes this noyse?

Fellow, what Miracle do'st thou proclayme?

One.

735 A Miracle, a Miracle.

Suffolke.

Come to the King, and tell him what Mi
racle.

One.

Forsooth, a blinde man at Saint Albones Shrine,

Within this halfe houre hath receiu'd his sight,

A man that ne're saw in his life before.

King.

740 Now God be prays'd, that to beleeuing Soules

Giues Light in Darknesse, Comfort in Despaire.

Enter the Maior of Saint Albones, and his Brethren,
bearing the man betweene two in a Chayre.

Card.

Here comes the Townes‑men, on Procession,

To present your Highnesse with the man.

King.

Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale,

745 Although by his sight his sinne be multiplyed.

Glost.

Stand by, my Masters, bring him neere the King,

His Highnesse pleasure is to talke with him.

King.

Good‑fellow, tell vs here the circumstance,

That we for thee may glorifie the Lord.

750 What, hast thou beene long blinde, and now restor'd?

Simpc.

Borne blinde, and't please your Grace.

Wife.

I indeede was he.

Suff.

What Woman is this?

Wife.

His Wife, and't like your Worship.

Glost.

755Hadst thou been his Mother, thou could'st haue [l. 756] better told.

King.

Where wert thou borne?

Simpc.

At Barwick in the North, and't like your
Grace.

King.

Poore Soule,

760 Gods goodnesse hath beene great to thee:

Let neuer Day nor Night vnhallowed passe,

But still remember what the Lord hath done.

Queene.

Tell me, good‑fellow,

Cam'st thou here by Chance, or of Deuotion,

765 To this holy Shrine?

Simpc.
God knowes of pure Deuotion,
Being call'd a hundred times, and oftner,
In my sleep, by good Saint Albon:
                     
Who said; Symon, come; come offer at my Shrine,
770 And I will helpe thee.

Wife.

Most true, forsooth:

And many time and oft my selfe haue heard a Voyce,

To call him so.

Card.

What, art thou lame?

Simpc.

775 I, God Almightie helpe me.

Suff.

How cam'st thou so?

Simpc.

A fall off of a Tree.

Wife.

A Plum‑tree, Master.

Glost.

How long hast thou beene blinde?

Simpc.

780 O borne so, Master.

Glost.

What, and would'st climbe a Tree?

Simpc.

But that in all my life, when I was a youth.

Wife.

Too true, and bought his climbing very deare.

Glost.

784'Masse, thou lou'dst Plummes well, that would'st [l. 785] venture so.

Simpc.

786Alas, good Master, my Wife desired some [l. 787] Damsons, and made me climbe, with danger of my [l. 788] Life.

Glost.

A subtill Knaue, but yet it shall not serue:

790 Let me see thine Eyes; winck now, now open them,

In my opinion, yet thou seest not well.

Simpc.

792Yes Master, cleare as day, I thanke God and [l. 793] Saint Albones.

Glost.

794Say'st thou me so: what Colour is this [l. 795] Cloake of?

Simpc.

796Red Master, Red as Blood.

Glost.

797Why that's well said: What Colour is my [l. 798] Gowne of?

Simpc.

799Black forsooth, Coale‑Black, as Iet.

King.

800 Why then, thou know'st what Colour Iet is
of?

Suff.

And yet I thinke, Iet did he neuer see.

Glost. But [p. 127] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Glost.

But Cloakes and Gownes, before this day, a
many.

Wife.

Neuer before this day, in all his life.

Glost.

Tell me Sirrha, what's my Name?

Simpc.

805 Alas Master, I know not.

Glost.

What's his Name?

Simpc.

I know not.

Glost.

Nor his?

Simpc.

No indeede, Master.

Glost.

810 What's thine owne Name?

Simpc.

Saunder Simpcoxe, and if it please you, Master.

Glost.
Then Saunder, sit there,
The lying'st Knaue in Christendome.
If thou hadst beene borne blinde,
815 Thou might'st as well haue knowne all our Names,
As thus to name the seuerall Colours we doe weare.
Sight may distinguish of Colours:
But suddenly to nominate them all,
It is impossible.
820 My Lords, Saint Albone here hath done a Miracle:
And would ye not thinke it, Cunning to be great,
That could restore this Cripple to his Legges againe.

Simpc.

O Master, that you could?

Glost.

My Masters of Saint Albones,

825 Haue you not Beadles in your Towne,

And Things call'd Whippes?

Maior.

Yes, my Lord, if it please your Grace.

Glost.

Then send for one presently.

Maior.

Sirrha, goe fetch the Beadle hither straight.

Exit.

Glost.

830 Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by.

831Now Sirrha, if you meane to saue your selfe from Whip [l. 832] ping, leape me ouer this stoole, and runne away.

Simpc.

Alas Master, I am not able to stand alone:

You goe about to torture me in vaine.

Enter a Beadle with Whippes.

Glost.

835Well Sir, we must haue you finde your Legges. [l. 836] Sirrha Beadle, whippe him till he leape ouer that same [l. 837] Stoole.

Beadle.

I will, my Lord.

Come on Sirrha, off with your Doublet, quickly.

Simpc.

840Alas Master, what shall I doe? I am not able to [l. 841] stand.

After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leapes ouer
the Stoole, and runnes away: and they
follow, and cry, A Miracle.

King.

O God, seest thou this, and bearest so long?

Queene.

It made me laugh, to see the Villaine runne.

Glost.

Follow the Knaue, and take this Drab away.

Wife.

845 Alas Sir, we did it for pure need.

Glost.

Let them be whipt through euery Market Towne,

Till they come to Barwick, from whence they came.

Exit.

Card.

Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day.

Suff.

True: made the Lame to leape and flye away.

Glost.

850 But you haue done more Miracles then I:

You made in a day, my Lord, whole Townes to flye.

Enter Buckingham.

King.

What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham?

Buck.
Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold:
A sort of naughtie persons, lewdly bent,
855 Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie
Of Lady Elianor, the Protectors Wife,
The Ring‑leader and Head of all this Rout,
Haue practis'd dangerously against your state,
Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers,
860 Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact,
Raysing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground,
Demanding of King Henries Life and Death,
And other of your Highnesse Priuie Councell,
As more at large your Grace shall vnderstand.

Card.

865 And so my Lord Protector, by this meanes

Your Lady is forth‑comming, yet at London.

This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge;

'Tis like, my Lord, you will not keepe your houre.

Glost.

Ambitious Church‑man, leaue to affict my heart:

870 Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers;

And vanquisht as I am, I yeeld to thee,

Or to the meanest Groome.

King.

O God, what mischiefes work the wicked ones?

Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby.

Queene.

875 Gloster, see here the Taincture of thy Nest,

And looke thy selfe be faultlesse, thou wert best.

Glost.
Madame, for my selfe, to Heauen I doe appeale,
How I haue lou'd my King, and Common‑weale:
And for my Wife, I know not how it stands,
880 Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard.
Noble shee is: but if shee haue forgot
Honor and Vertue, and conuers't with such,
As like to Pytch, defile Nobilitie;
I banish her my Bed, and Companie,
885 And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame,
That hath dis‑honored Glosters honest Name.

King.
Well, for this Night we will repose vs here:
To morrow toward London, back againe,
To looke into this Businesse thorowly,
890 And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres;
And poyse the Cause in Iustice equall Scales,
Whose Beame stands sure, whose rightful cause preuailes.

Flourish. Exeunt.

[Act 2, Scene 2]

Enter Yorke, Salisbury, and Warwick.

Yorke.
Now my good Lords of Salisbury & Warwick,
Our simple Supper ended, giue me leaue,
895 In this close Walke, to satisfie my selfe,
In crauing your opinion of my Title,
Which is infallible, to Englands Crowne.

Salisb.

My Lord, I long to heare it at full.

Warw.

Sweet Yorke begin: and if thy clayme be good,

900 The Neuills are thy Subiects to command.

Yorke.
Then thus:
Edward the third, my Lords, had Seuen Sonnes:
The first, Edward the Black‑Prince, Prince of Wales;
The second, Wiliam of Hatfield; and the third,
905 Lionel, Duke of Clarence; next to whom,
Was Iohn of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;
The fift, was Edmond Langley, Duke of Yorke;
The sixt, was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloster;
William of Windsor was the seuenth, and last.
910 Edward the Black‑Prince dyed before his Father,
And left behinde him Richard, his onely Sonne,
Who after Edward the third's death, raign'd as King,
Till Henry Bullingbrooke, Duke of Lancaster,
The eldest Sonne and Heire of Iohn of Gaunt,
915 Crown'd by the Name of Henry the fourth,
Seiz'd on the Realme, depos'd the rightfull King,
Sent his poore Queene to France, from whence she came,
And[p. 128]The second Part of Henry the Sixt.And him to Pumfret; where, as all you know,
Harmelesse Richard was murthered traiterously.

Warw.

920 Father, the Duke hath told the truth;

Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne.

Yorke.

Which now they hold by force, and not by right:

For Richard, the first Sonnes Heire, being dead,

The Issue of the next Sonne should haue reign'd.

Salisb.

925 But William of Hatfield dyed without an
Heire.

Yorke.
The third Sonne, Duke of Clarence,
From whose Line I clayme the Crowne,
Had Issue Phillip, a Daughter,
Who marryed Edmond Mortimer, Earle of March:
930 Edmond had Issue, Roger, Earle of March;
Roger had Issue, Edmond, Anne, and Elianor.

Salisb.
This Edmond, in the Reigne of Bullingbrooke,
As I haue read, layd clayme vnto the Crowne,
And but for Owen Glendour, had beene King;
935 Who kept him in Captiuitie, till he dyed.
But, to the rest.

Yorke.
His eldest Sister, Anne,
My Mother, being Heire vnto the Crowne,
Marryed Richard, Earle of Cambridge,
940 Who was to Edmond Langley,
Edward the thirds fift Sonnes Sonne;
By her I clayme the Kingdome:
She was Heire to Roger, Earle of March,
Who was the Sonne of Edmond Mortimer,
945 Who marryed Phillip, sole Daughter
Vnto Lionel, Duke of Clarence.
So, if the Issue of the elder Sonne
Succeed before the younger, I am King.

Warw.
What plaine proceedings is more plain then this?
950 Henry doth clayme the Crowne from Iohn of Gaunt,
The fourth Sonne, Yorke claymes it from the third:
Till Lionels Issue fayles, his should not reigne.
It fayles not yet, but flourishes in thee,
And in thy Sonnes, faire slippes of such a Stock.
955 Then Father Salisbury, kneele we together,
And in this priuate Plot be we the first,
That shall salute our rightfull Soueraigne
With honor of his Birth‑right to the Crowne.

Both.

Long liue our Soueraigne Richard, Englands
King.

Yorke.
960 We thanke you Lords:
But I am not your King, till I be Crown'd,
And that my Sword be stayn'd
With heart‑blood of the House of Lancaster:
                     
And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,
965 But with aduice and silent secrecie.
Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes,
Winke at the Duke of Suffolkes insolence,
At Beaufords Pride, at Somersets Ambition,
At Buckingham, and all the Crew of them,
970 Till they haue snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock,
That vertuous Prince, the good Duke Humfrey:
                     
'Tis that they seeke; and they, in seeking that,
Shall finde their deaths, if Yorke can prophecie.

Salisb.

974My Lord, breake we off; we know your minde [l. 975] at full.

Warw.

My heart assures me, that the Earle of Warwick

Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King.

Yorke.

And Neuill, this I doe assure my selfe,

Richard shall liue to make the Earle of Warwick

980 The greatest man in England, but the King.

Exeunt.

[Act 2, Scene 3]

Sound Trumpets. Enter the King and State,
with Guard, to banish the Duchesse.

King.
stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham,
Glosters Wife:
In sight of God, and vs, your guilt is great,
Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne,
985 Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death.
You foure from hence to Prison, back againe;
From thence, vnto the place of Execution:
The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes,
And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes.
990 You Madame, for you are more Nobly borne,
Despoyled of your Honor in your Life,
Shall, after three dayes open Penance done,
Liue in your Countrey here, in Banishment,
With Sir Iohn Stanly, in the Ile of Man.

Elianor.

995 Welcome is Banishment, welcome were my
Death.

Glost.
Elianor, the Law thou seest hath iudged thee,
I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes:
Mine eyes are full of teares, my heart of griefe.
Ah Humfrey, this dishonor in thine age,
1000 Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground.
I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe;
Sorrow would sollace, and mine Age would ease.

King.
stay Humfrey, Duke of Gloster,
Ere thou goe, giue vp thy Staffe,
1005 Henry will to himselfe Protector be,
And God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide,
And Lanthorne to my feete:
And goe in peace, Humfrey, no lesse belou'd,
Then when thou wert Protetor to thy King.

Queene.

1010 I see no reason, why a King of yeeres

Should be to be protected like a Child,

God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme:

Giue vp your Staffe, Sir, and the King his Realme.

Glost.
My Staffe? Here, Noble Henry, is my Staffe:
1015 As willingly doe I the same resigne,
As ere thy Father Henry made it mine;
And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it,
As others would ambitiously receiue it.
Farewell good King: when I am dead, and gone,
1020 May honorable Peace attend thy Throne.

Exit Gloster.

Queene.
Why now is Henry King, and Margaret Queen,
And Humfrey, Duke of Gloster, scarce himselfe,
That beares so shrewd a mayme: two Pulls at once;
His Lady banisht, and a Limbe lopt off.
1025 This Staffe of Honor raught, there let it stand,
Where it best fits to be, in Henries hand.

Suff.

Thus droupes this loftie Pyne, & hangs his sprayes,

Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes.

Yorke.
Lords, let him goe. Please it your Maiestie,
1030 This is the day appointed for the Combat,
And ready are the Appellant and Defendant,
The Armorer and his Man, to enter the Lists,
So please your Highnesse to behold the fight.

Queene.

I, good my Lord: for purposely therefore

1035 Left I the Court, to see this Quarrell try'de.

King.

A Gods Name see the Lysts and all things fit,

Here let them end it, and God defend the right.

Yorke.

I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead,

Or more afraid to fight, then is the Appellant,

1040 The seruant of this Armorer, my Lords.

Enter [p. 129] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors, drinking
to him so much, that hee is drunke; and he enters with a
Drumme before him, and his staffe, with a Sand‑bagge
fastened to it: and at the other Doore his Man, with a
Drumme and Sand‑bagge, and Prentices drinking to him.

1. Neighbor.

1041Here Neighbour Horner, I drinke to you [l. 1042] in a Cup of Sack; and feare not Neighbor, you shall doe [l. 1043] well enough.

2. Neighbor.

1044And here Neighbour, here's a Cuppe of [l. 1045] Charneco.

3. Neighbor.

1046And here's a Pot of good Double‑Beere [l. 1047] Neighbor: drinke, and feare not your Man.

Armorer.

1048Let it come yfaith, and Ile pledge you all, [l. 1049] and a figge for Peter.

1. Prent.

1050Here Peter, I drinke to thee, and be not a [l. 1051] fraid.

2. Prent.

1052Be merry Peter, and feare not thy Master, [l. 1053] Fight for credit of the Prentices.

Peter.

1054I thanke you all: drinke, and pray for me, I pray [l. 1055] you, for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this [l. 1056] World. Here Robin, and if I dye, I giue thee my Aporne; [l. 1057] and Will, thou shalt haue my Hammer: and here Tom, [l. 1058] take all the Money that I haue. O Lord blesse me, I pray [l. 1059] God, for I am neuer able to deale with my Master, hee [l. 1060] hath learnt so much sence already.

Salisb.

1061Come, leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes. [l. 1062] Sirrha, what's thy Name?

Peter.

1063Peter forsooth.

Salisb.

1064Peter? what more?

Peter.

1065 Thumpe.

Salisb.

1066Thumpe? Then see thou thumpe thy Master [l. 1067] well.

Armorer.

1068Masters, I am come hither as it were vpon [l. 1069] my Mans instigation, to proue him a Knaue, and my selfe [l. 1070] an honest man: and touching the Duke of Yorke, I will [l. 1071] take my death, I neuer meant him any ill, nor the King, [l. 1072] nor the Queene: and therefore Peter haue at thee with a [l. 1073] downe‑right blow.

Yorke.

1074Dispatch, this Knaues tongue begins to double [l. 1075] Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combattants.

They fight, and Peter strikes him downe.

Armorer.

1076Hold Peter, hold, I confesse, I confesse Trea [l. 1077] son.

Yorke.

1078Take away his Weapon: Fellow thanke God, [l. 1079] and the good Wine in thy Masters way.

Peter.

1080O God, haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this [l. 1081] presence? O Peter, thou hast preuayl'd in right.

King.
Goe, take hence that Traytor from our sight,
For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt,
And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs
1085 The truth and innocence of this poore fellow,
Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully.
Come fellow, follow vs for thy Reward.

Sound a flourish.

Exeunt.

[Act 2, Scene 4]

Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in
Mourning Cloakes.

Glost.
Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a Cloud:
And after Summer, euermore succeedes
1090 Barren Winter, with his wrathfull nipping Cold;
So Cares and Ioyes abound, as Seasons fleet.
Sirs, what's a Clock?

Seru.

Tenne, my Lord.

Glost.
Tenne is the houre that was appointed me,
1095 To watch the comming of my punisht Duchesse:
Vnneath may shee endure the Flintie Streets,
To treade them with her tender‑feeling feet.
Sweet Nell, ill can thy Noble Minde abrooke
The abiect People, gazing on thy face,
1100 With enuious Lookes laughing at thy shame,
That erst did follow thy prowd Chariot‑Wheeles,
When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
But soft, I thinke she comes, and Ile prepare
My teare‑stayn'd eyes, to see her Miseries.

Enter the Duchesse in a white Sheet, and a Taper
burning in her hand, with the Sherife
and Officers.

Seru.

1105 So please your Grace, wee'le take her from the
Sherife.

Gloster.

No, stirre not for your liues, let her passe
by.

Elianor.
Come you, my Lord, to see my open shame?
                     
Now thou do'st Penance too. Looke how they gaze,
See how the giddy multitude doe point,
1110 And nodde their heads, and throw their eyes on thee.
Ah Gloster, hide thee from their hatefull lookes,
And in thy Closet pent vp, rue my shame,
And banne thine Enemies, both mine and thine.

Glost.

Be patient, gentle Nell, forget this griefe.

Elianor.
1115 Ah Gloster, teach me to forget my selfe:
For whilest I thinke I am thy married Wife,
And thou a Prince, Protector of this Land;
Me thinkes I should not thus be led along,
Mayl'd vp in shame, with Papers on my back,
1120 And follow'd with a Rabble, that reioyce
To see my teares, and heare my deepe‑set groanes.
The ruthlesse flint doth cut my tender feet,
And when I start, the enuious people laugh,
And bid me be aduised how I treade.
1125 Ah Humfrey, can I beare this shamefull yoake?
Trowest thou, that ere Ile looke vpon the World,
Or count them happy, that enioyes the Sunne?
No: Darke shall be my Light, and Night my Day.
To thinke vpon my Pompe, shall be my Hell.
1130 Sometime Ile say, I am Duke Humfreyes Wife,
And he a Prince, and Ruler of the Land:
Yet so he rul'd, and such a Prince he was,
As he stood by, whilest I, his forlorne Duchesse,
Was made a wonder, and a pointing stock
1135 To euery idle Rascall follower.
But be thou milde and blush not at my shame,
Nor stirre at nothing, till the Axe of Death
Hang ouer thee, as sure it shortly will.
For Suffolke, he that can doe all in all
1140 With her, that hateth thee and hates vs all,
And Yorke, and impious Beauford, that false Priest,
Haue all lym'd Bushes to betray thy Wings,
And flye thou how thou canst, they'le tangle thee.
But feare not thou, vntill thy foot be snar'd,
1145 Nor neuer seeke preuention of thy foes.

Glost.

Ah Nell, forbeare: thou aymest all awry.

I must offend, before I be attainted:

And had I twentie times so many foes,

And each of them had twentie times their power,

1150 All these could not procure me any scathe,

So long as I am loyall, true, and crimelesse.

Would'st haue me rescue thee from this reproach?

n Why [p. 130] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Why yet thy scandall were not wipt away,

But I in danger for the breach of Law.

1155 Thy greatest helpe is quiet, gentle Nell:

I pray thee sort thy heart to patience,

These few dayes wonder will Be quickly worne:

Enter a Herald.

Her.

I summon your Grace to his Maiesties Parliament,

Holden at Bury, the first of this next Moneth.

Glost.

1160 And my consent ne're ask'd herein before?

This is close dealing. Well, I will be there.

My Nell, I take my leaue: and Master Sherife,

Let not her Penance exceede the Kings Commission.

Sh.

And't please your Grace, here my Commission stayes:

1165 And Sir Iohn Stanly is appointed now,

To take her with him to the Ile of Man.

Glost.

Must you, Sir Iohn, protect my Lady here?

Stanly.

So am I giuen in charge, may't please your
Grace.

Glost.

Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray

1170 You vse her well: the World may laugh againe,

And I may liue to doe you kindnesse, if you doe it her.

And so Sir Iohn, farewell.

Elianor.

What, gone my Lord, and bid me not fare
well?

Glost.

Witnesse my teares, I cannot stay to speake.

Exit Gloster.

Elianor.
1175 Art thou gone to? all comfort goe with thee,
For none abides with me: my Ioy, is Death;
Death, at whose Name I oft haue beene afear'd,
Because I wish'd this Worlds eternitie.
Stanley, I prethee goe, and take me hence,
1180 I care not whither, for I begge no fauor;
Onely conuey me where thou art commanded.

Stanley.

Why, Madame, that is to the Ile of Man,

There to be vs'd according to your State.

Elianor.

That's bad enough, for I am but reproach:

1185 And shall I then be vs'd reproachfully?

Stanley.

Like to a Duchesse, and Duke Humfreyes Lady,

According to that State you shall be vs'd.

Elianor.

Sherife farewell, and better then I fare,

Although thou hast beene Conduct of my shame.

Sherife.

1190 It is my Office, and Madame pardon me.

Elianor.

I, I, farewell, thy Office is discharg'd:

Come Stanley, shall we goe?

Stanley.

Madame, your Penance done,

Throw off this Sheet,

1195 And goe we to attyre you for our Iourney.

Elianor.

My shame will not be shifted with my Sheet:

No, it will hang vpon my richest Robes,

And shew it selfe, attyre me how I can.

Goe, leade the way, I long to see my Prison.

Exeunt

Sound a Senet. Enter King, Queene, Cardinall, Suffolke,
Yorke, Buckingham, Salisbury, and Warwicke,
to the Parliament.

King.

1200 I muse my Lord of Gloster is not come:

'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,

What e're occasion keepes him from vs now.

Queene.
Can you not see? or will ye not obserue
The strangenesse of his alter'd Countenance?
1205 With what a Maiestie he beares himselfe,
How insolent of late he is become,
How prowd, how peremptorie, and vnlike himselfe.
We know the time since he was milde and affable,
And if we did but glance a farre‑off Looke,
1210 Immediately he was vpon his Knee,
That all the Court admir'd him for submission.
But meet him now, and be it in the Morne,
When euery one will giue the time of day,
He knits his Brow, and shewes an angry Eye,
1215 And passeth by with stiffe vnbowed Knee,
Disdaining dutie that to vs belongs.
Small Curres are not regarded when they grynne,
But great men tremble when the Lyon rores,
And Humfrey is no little Man in England.
1220 First note, that he is neere you in discent,
And should you fall, he is the next will mount.
Me seemeth then, it is no Pollicie,
Respecting what a rancorous minde he beares,
And his aduantage following your decease,
1225 That he should come about your Royall Person,
Or be admitted to your Highnesse Councell.
By flatterie hath he wonne the Commons hearts:
And when he please to make Commotion,
'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.
1230 Now 'tis the[.]Spring, and Weeds are shallow‑rooted,
Suffer them now, and they'le o're‑grow the Garden,
And choake the Herbes for want of Husbandry.
The reuerent care I beare vnto my Lord,
Made me collect these dangers in the Duke.
1235 If it be fond, call it a Womans feare:
Which feare, if better Reasons can supplant,
I will subscribe, and say I wrong'd the Duke.
My Lord of Suffolke, Buckingham, and Yorke,
Reproue my allegation, if you can,
1240 Or else conclude my words effectuall.

Suff.
Well hath your Highnesse seene into this Duke:
And had I first beene put to speake my minde,
I thinke I should haue told your Graces Tale.
The Duchesse, by his subornation,
1245 Vpon my Life began her diuellish practise:
Or if he were not priuie to those Faults,
Yet by reputing of his high discent,
As next the King, he was successiue Heire,
And such high vaunts of his Nobilitie,
1250 Did instigate the Bedlam braine‑sick Duchesse,
By wicked meanes to frame our Soueraignes fall.
Smooth runnes the Water, where the Brooke is deepe,
And in his simple shew he harbours Treason.
The Fox barkes not, when he would steale the Lambe.
1255 No, no, my Soueraigne, Glouster is a man
Vnfounded yet, and full of deepe deceit.

Card.

Did he not, contrary to forme of Law,

Deuise strange deaths, for small offences done?

Yorke.

And did he not in his Protectorship,

1260 Leuie great summes of Money through the Realme,

For Souldiers pay in France, and neuer sent it?

By meanes whereof, the Townes each day reuolted.

Buck.

Tut, these are petty faults to faults vnknowne,

Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humfrey.

King.
1265 My Lords at once: the care you haue of vs,
To mowe downe Thornes that would annoy our Foot,
Is worthy prayse: but shall I speake my conscience,
Our Kinsman Gloster is as innocent,
From meaning Treason to our Royall Person,
1270 As is the sucking Lambe, or harmelesse Doue:
The Duke is vertuous, milde, and too well giuen,
To dreame on euill, or to worke my downefall.

Qu.

Ah what's more dangerous, then this fond affiance?

Seemes he a Doue? his feathers are but borrow'd,

1275 For hee's disposed as the hatefull Rauen.

Is he a Lambe? his Skinne is surely lent him,

For [p. 131] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

For hee's enclin'd as is the rauenous Wolues.

Who cannot steale a Shape, that meanes deceit?

Take heed, my Lord, the welfare of vs all,

1280 Hangs on the cutting short that fraudfull man.

Enter Somerset.

Som.

All health vnto my gracious Soueraigne.

King.

Welcome Lord Somerset: What Newes from
France?

Som.

That all your Interest in those Territories,

Is vtterly bereft you: all is lost.

King.

1285 Cold Newes, Lord Somerset: but Gods will be
done.

Yorke.
Cold Newes for me: for I had hope of France,
As firmely as I hope for fertile England.
Thus are my Blossomes blasted in the Bud,
And Caterpillers eate my Leaues away:
1290 But I will remedie this geare ere long,
Or sell my Title for a glorious Graue.

Enter Gloucester.

Glost.

All happinesse vnto my Lord the King:

Pardon, my Liege, that I haue stay'd so long.

Suff.

Nay Gloster, know that thou art come too soone,

1295 Vnlesse thou wert more loyall then thou art:

I doe arrest thee of High Treason here.

Glost.
Well Suffolke, thou shalt not see me blush,
Nor change my Countenance for this Arrest:
A Heart vnspotted, is not easily daunted.
1300 The purest Spring is not so free from mudde,
As I am cleare from Treason to my Soueraigne.
Who can accuse me? wherein am I guiltie?

Yorke.'

Tis thought, my Lord,

That you tooke Bribes of France,

1305 And being Protector, stay'd the Souldiers pay,

By meanes whereof, his Highnesse hath lost France.

Glost.
Is it but thought so?
What are they that thinke it?
I neuer rob'd the Souldiers of their pay,
1310 Nor euer had one penny Bribe from France.
So helpe me God, as I haue watcht the Night,
I, Night by Night, in studying good for England.
That Doyt that ere I wrested from the King,
Or any Groat I hoorded to my vse,
1315 Be brought against me at my Tryall day.
No: many a Pound of mine owne proper store,
Because I would not taxe the needie Commons,
Haue I dis‑pursed to the Garrisons,
And neuer ask'd for restitution.

Card.

1320 It serues you well, my Lord, to say so much.

Glost.

I say no more then truth, so helpe me God.

Yorke.

In your Protectorship, you did deuise

Strange Tortures for Offendors, neuer heard of,

That England was defam'd by Tyrannie.

Glost.
1325 Why 'tis well known, that whiles I was Protector,
Pittie was all the fault that was in me:
For I should melt at an Offendors teares,
And lowly words were Ransome for their fault:
Vnlesse it were a bloody Murtherer,
1330 Or foule felonious Theefe, that fleec'd poore passengers,
I neuer gaue them condigne punishment.
Murther indeede, that bloodie sinne, I tortur'd
Aboue the Felon, or what Trespas else.

Suff.
My Lord these faults are easie, quickly answer'd:
1335 But mightier Crimes are lay'd vnto your charge,
Whereof you cannot easily purge your selfe.
I doe arrest you in his Highnesse Name,
And here commit you to my Lord Cardinall
To keepe, vntill your further time of Tryall.

King.

1340 My Lord of Gloster, 'tis my speciall hope,

That you will cleare your selfe from all suspence,

My Conscience tells me you are innocent.

Glost.
Ah gracious Lord, these dayes are dangerous:
Vertue is choakt with foule Ambition,
1345 And Charitie chas'd hence by Rancours hand;
Foule Subornation is predominant,
And Equitie exil'd your Highnesse Land.
I know, their Complot is to haue my Life:
And if my death might make this Iland happy,
1350 And proue the Period of their Tyrannie,
I would expend it with all willingnesse.
But mine is made the Prologue to their Play:
For thousands more, that yet suspect no perill,
Will not conclude their plotted Tragedie.
1355 Beaufords red sparkling eyes blab his hearts mallice,
And Suffolks cloudie Brow his stormie hate;
Sharpe Buckingham vnburthens with his tongue,
The enuious Load that lyes vpon his heart:
And dogged Yorke, that reaches at the Moone,
1360 Whose ouer‑weening Arme I haue pluckt back,
By false accuse doth leuell at my Life.
And you, my Soueraigne Lady, with the rest,
Causelesse haue lay'd disgraces on my head,
And with your best endeuour haue stirr'd vp
1365 My liefest Liege to be mine Enemie:
I, all of you haue lay'd your heads together,
My selfe had notice of your Conuenticles,
And all to make away my guiltlesse Life.
I shall not want false Witnesse, to condemne me,
1370 Nor store of Treasons, to augment my guilt:
The ancient Prouerbe will be well effected,
A Staffe is quickly found to beat a Dogge.

Card.
My Liege, his rayling is intollerable.
If those that care to keepe your Royall Person
1375 From Treasons secret Knife, and Traytors Rage,
Be thus vpbrayded, chid, and rated at,
And the Offendor graunted scope of speech,
'Twill make them coole in zeale vnto your Grace.

Suff.

Hath he not twit our Soueraigne Lady here

1380 With ignominious words, though Clarkely coucht?

As if she had suborned some to sweare

False allegations, to o'rethrow his state.

Qu.

But I can giue the loser leaue to chide.

Glost.

Farre truer spoke then meant: I lose indeede,

1385 Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false,

And well such losers may haue leaue to speake.

Buck.

Hee'le wrest the Sence, and hold vs here all day.

Lord Cardinall, he is your Prisoner.

Card.

Sirs, take away the Duke, and guard him sure.

Glost.
1390 Ah, thus King Henry throwes away his Crutch,
Before his Legges be firme to beare his Body.
Thus is the Shepheard beaten from thy Side,
And Wolues are gnarling, who shall gnaw thee first.
Ah that my feare were false, ah that it were;
1395 For good King Henry, thy decay I feare.

Exit Gloster.

King.

My Lords, what to your wisdomes Seemeth best,

Doe, or vndoe, as if our selfe were here.

Queene.

What, will your Highnesse leaue the Parlia
ment?

King.
I Margaret: my heart is drown'd with griefe,
1400 Whose floud begins to flowe within mine eyes;
My Body round engyrt with miserie:
n2For[p. 132]The second Part of Henry the Sixt.For what's more miserable then Discontent?
Ah Vnckle Humfrey, in thy face I see
The Map of Honor, Truth, and Loyaltie:
1405 And yet, good Humfrey, is the houre to come,
That ere I prou'd thee false, or fear'd thy faith.
What lowring Starre now enuies thy estate?
That these great Lords, and Margaret our Queene,
Doe seeke subuersion of thy harmelesse Life.
1410 Thou neuer didst them wrong, nor no man wrong:
And as the Butcher takes away the Calfe,
And binds the Wretch, and beats it when it strayes,
Bearing it to the bloody Slaughter‑house;
Euen so remorselesse haue they borne him hence:
1415 And as the Damme runnes lowing up and downe,
Looking the way her harmelesse young one went,
And can doe naught but wayle her Darlings losse;
Euen so my selfe bewayles good Glosters case
With sad unhelpefull teares, and with dimn'd eyes;
1420 Looke after him, and cannot doe him good:
So mightie are his vowed Enemies.
His fortunes I will weepe, and 'twixt each groane,
Say, who's a Traytor? Gloster he is none.

Exit.

Queene.
Free Lords:
1425 Cold Snow melts with the Sunnes hot Beames:
Henry, my Lord, is cold in great Affaires,
Too full of foolish pittie: and Glosters shew
Beguiles him, as the mournefull Crocodile
With sorrow snares relenting passengers;
1430 Or as the Snake, roll'd in a flowring Banke,
With shining checker'd slough doth sting a Child,
That for the beautie thinkes it excellent.
Beleeue me Lords, were none more wise then I,
And yet herein I judge mine owne Wit good;
1435 This Gloster should be quickly rid the World,
To rid vs from the feare we haue of him.

Card.

That he should dye, is worthie pollicie,

But yet we want a Colour for his death:

'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of Law.

Suff.
1440 But in my minde, that were no pollicie:
The King will labour still to saue his Life,
The Commons haply rise, to saue his Life;
And yet we haue but triuiall argument,
More then mistrust, that shewes him worthy death.

Yorke.

1445 So that by this, you would not haue him dye.

Suff.

Ah Yorke, no man aliue, so faine as I.

Yorke.
'Tis Yorke that hath more reason for his death.
But my Lord Cardinall, and you my Lord of Suffolke,
Say as you thinke, and speake it from your Soules:
1450 Wer't not all one, an emptie Eagle were set,
To guard the Chicken from a hungry Kyte,
As place Duke Humfrey for the Kings Protector?

Queene.

So the poore Chicken should be sure of death.

Suff.
Madame 'tis true: and wer't not madnesse then,
1455 To make the Fox surueyor of the Fold?
Who being accu[.]'d a craftie Murtherer,
His guilt should be but idly posted over,
Because his purpose is not executed.
No: let him dye, in that he is a Fox,
1460 By nature prou'd an Enemie to the Flock,
Before his Chaps be stayn'd with Crimson blood,
As Humfrey prou'd by Reasons to my Liege.
And doe not stand on Quillets how to slay him:
Be it by Gynnes, by Snares, by Subtletie,
1465 Sleeping, or Waking, 'tis no matter how,
So he be dead; for that is good deceit,
Which mates him first, that first intends deceit.

Queene.

Thrice Noble Suffolke, 'tis resolutely spoke.

Suff.
Not resolute, except so much were done,
1470 For things are often spoke, and seldome meant,
But that my heart accordeth with my tongue,
Seeing the deed is meritorious,
And to preserue my Soueraigne from his Foe,
Say but the word, and I will be his Priest.

Card.
1475 But I would haue him dead, my Lord of Suffolke,
Ere you can take due Orders for a Priest:
Say you consent, and censure well the deed,
And Ile prouide his Executioner,
I tender to the safetie of my Liege.

Suff.

1480 Here is my Hand, the deed is worthy doing.

Queene.

And so say I.

Yorke.

And I: and now we three haue spoke it,

It skills not greatly who impugnes our doome.

[Act 5, Scene 1]

Enter a Poste.

Post.
Great Lords, from Ireland am I come amaine,
1485 To signifie, that Rebels there are vp,
And put the Englishmen unto the Sword.
Send Succours (Lords) and stop the Rage betime,
Before the Wound doe grow vncurable;
For being greene, there is great hope of helpe.

Card.

1490 A Breach that craues a quick expedient stoppe.

What counsaile giue you in this weightie cause?

Yorke.

That Somerset be sent as Regent thither:

'Tis meet that luckie Ruler he imploy'd,

Witnesse the fortune he hath had in France.

Som.

1495 If Yorke, with all his farre‑set pollicie,

Had beene the Regent there, in stead of me,

He neur would haue stay'd in France so long.

Yorke.
No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done.
I rather would haue lost my Life betimes,
1500 Then bring a burthen of dis‑honour home,
By staying there so long, till all were lost.
Shew me one skarre, character'd on thy Skinne,
Mens flesh preseru'd so whole, doe seldome winne.

Qu.
Nay then, this sparke will proue a raging fire,
1505 If Wind and Fuell be brought, to feed it with:
No more, good Yorke; sweet Somerset be still.
Thy fortune, Yorke, hadst thou beene Regent there,
Might happily haue prou'd farre worse then his.

Yorke.

What, worse then naught? nay, then a shame
take all.

Somerset.

1510 And in the number, thee, that wishest
shame.

Card.
My Lord of Yorke, trie what your fortune is:
Th'vnciuill Kernes of Ireland are in Armes,
And temper Clay with blood of Englishmen.
To Ireland will you leade a Band of men,
1515 Collected choycely, from each Countie some,
And trie your hap against the Irishmen?

Yorke.

I will, my Lord, so please his Maiestie.

Suff.

Why, our Authoritie is his consent,

And what we doe establish, he confirmes:

1520 Then, Noble Yorke, take thou this Taske in hand.

Yorke.

I am content: Prouide me Souldiers, Lords,

Whiles I take order for mine owne affaires.

Suff.

A charge, Lord Yorke, that I will see perform'd.

But now returne we to the false Duke Humfrey.

Card.

1525 No more of him: for I will deale with him,

That henceforth he shall trouble vs no more:

And so breake off, the day is almost spent,

Lord Suffolke, you and I must talke of that event.

Yorke. My [p. 133] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Yorke.

My Lord of Suffolke, within foureteene dayes

1530 At Bristow I expect my Souldiers,

For there Ile shippe them all for Ireland.

Suff.

Ile see it truly done, my Lord of Yorke.

Exeunt.

Manet Yorke.

Yorke.
Now Yorke, or neuer, steele thy fearfull thoughts,
And change misdoubt to resolution;
1535 Be that thou hop'st to be, or what thou art;
Resigne to death, it is not worth th'enioying:
Let pale‑fac't feare, keepe with the meane‑borne man,
And finde no harbor in a Royall heart.
Faster them Spring‑time showres, comes thoght on thoght,
1540 And not a thought, but thinkes on Dignitie.
My Brayne, more busie then the laboring Spider,
Weaues tedious Snares to trap mine Enemies.
Well Nobles, well: 'tis politikely done,
To send me packing with an Hoast of men:
1545 I feare me, you but warme the starued Snake,
Who cherisht in your breasts, will sting your hearts.
'Twas men I lackt, and you will giue them me;
I take it kindly: yet be well assur'd,
You put sharpe Weapons in a mad‑mans hands.
1550 Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mightie Band,
I will stirre up in England some black storme,
Shall blowe ten thousand Soules to Heauen, or Hell:
And this fell Tempest shall not cease to rage,
Vntill the Golden Circuit on my Head,
1555 Like to the glorious Sunnes transparant Beames,
Doe calme the furie of this mad‑bred Flawe.
And for a minister of my intent,
I haue seduc'd a head‑strong Kentishman,
Iohn Cade of Ashford,
1560 To make Commotion, as full well he can,
Vnder the Title of Iohn Mortimer.
In Ireland haue I seene this stubborne Cade
                     
Oppose himselfe against a Troupe of Kernes,
And fought so long, till that his thighes with Darts
1565 Were almost like a sharpe‑quill'd Porpentine:
And in the end being rescued, I haue seene
Him capre vpright, like a wilde Morisco,
Shaking the bloody Darts, as he his Bells.
Full often, like a shag‑hayr'd craftie Kerne,
1570 Hath he conuersed with the Enemie,
And vndiscouer'd, come to me againe,
And giuen me notice of their Villanies.
This Deuill here shall be my substitute;
For that Iohn Mortimer, which now is dead,
1575 In face, in gate, in speech he doth resemble.
By this, I shall perceiue the Commons minde,
How they affect the House and Clayme of Yorke.
Say he be taken, rackt, and tortured;
I know, no paine they can inflict vpon him,
1580 Will make him say, I mou'd him to those Armes.
Say that he thriue, as 'tis great like he will,
Why then from Ireland come I with my strength,
And reape the Haruest which that Rascall sow'd.
For Humfrey; being dead, as he shall be,
1585 And Henry put apart: the next for me.

Exit.

[Act 3, Scene 2]

Enter two or three running ouer the Stage, from the
Murther of Duke Humfrey.

Runne to my Lord of Suffolke: let him know

We haue dispatcht the Duke, as he commanded.

Oh, that it were to doe: what haue we done?

Didst euer heare a man so penitent?

Enter Suffolke.

1590 Here comes my Lord.

Suff.

Now Sirs, haue you dispatcht this thing?

I, my good Lord, hee's dead.

Suff.
Why that's well said. Goe, get you to my House,
I will reward you for this venturous deed:
1595 The King and all the Peeres are here at hand.
Haue you layd faire the Bed? Is all things well,
According as I gaue directions?

'Tis, my good Lord.

Suff.

1599Away, begone.

Exeunt.

Sound Trumpets. Enter the King, the Queene,
Cardinall, Suffolke, Somerset, with
Attendants.

King.

1600 Goe call our Vnckle to our presence straight:

Say, we intend to try his Grace to day,

If he be guiltie, as 'tis published.

Suff.

Ile call him presently, my Noble Lord.

Exit.

King.

Lords take your places: and I pray you all

1605 Proceed no straiter 'gainst our Vnckle Gloster,

Then from true euidence, of good esteeme,

He be approu'd in practise culpable.

Queene.

God forbid any Malice should preuayle,

That faultlesse may condemne a Noble man:

1610 Pray God he may acquit him of suspition.

King.

I thanke thee Nell, these wordes content mee
much.

Enter Suffolke.

How now? why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou?

Where is our Vnckle? what's the matter, Suffolke?

Suff.

Dead in his Bed, my Lord: Gloster is dead.

Queene.

1615 Marry God forfend.

Card.

Gods secret Iudgement: I did dreame to Night,

The Duke was dumbe, and could not speake a word.

[Act 3, Scene 3]

King sounds.

Qu.

How fares my Lord? Helpe Lords, the King is
dead.

Som.

Rere vp his Body, wring him by the Nose.

Qu.

1620 Runne, goe, helpe, helpe: Oh Henry ope thine eyes.

Suff.

He doth reuiue againe, Madame be patient.

King.

Oh Heauenly God.

Qu.

How fares my gracious Lord?

Suff.

Comfort my Soueraigne, gracious Henry com
fort.

King.
1625 What, doth my Lord of Suffolke comfort me?
Came he right now to sing a Rauens Note,
Whose dismall tune bereft my Vitall powres:
And thinkes he, that the chirping of a Wren,
By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
1630 Can chafe away the first‑conceiued sound?
Hide not thy poyson with such sugred words,
Lay not thy hands on me: forbeare I say,
Their touch affrights me as a Serpents sting.
Thou balefull Messenger, out of my fight:
1635 Vpon thy eye‑balls, murderous Tyrannie
Sits in grim Maiestie, to fright the World.
Looke not vpon me, for thine eyes are wounding;
Yet doe not goe away: come Basiliske,
And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight:
1640 For in the shade of death, I shall finde ioy;
In life, but double death, now Gloster's dead.

Queene.

Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus?

Although the Duke was enemie to him,

Yet he most Christian‑like laments his death:

1645 And for my selfe, Foe as he was to me,

Might liquid teares, or heart‑offending groanes,

Or blood‑consuming sighes recall his Life;

n3 I [p. 134] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

I would be blinde with weeping, sicke with grones,

Looke pale as Prim‑rose with blood‑drinking sighes,

1650 And all to haue the Noble Duke aliue.

What know I how the world may deeme of me?

For it is knowne we were but hollow Friends:

It may be iudg'd I made the Duke away,

So shall my name with Slanders tongue be wounded,

1655 And Princes Courts be fill'd with my reproach:

This get I by his death: Aye me vnhappie,

To be a Queene, and Crown'd with infamie.

King.

Ah woe is me for Gloster, wretched man.

Queen.
Be woe for me, more wretched then he is.
1660 What, Dost thou turne away, and hide thy face?
I am no loathsome Leaper, looke on me.
What? Art thou like the Adder waxen deafe?
Be poysonous too, and kill thy forlorne Queene.
Is all thy comfort shut in Glosters Tombe?
1665 Why then Dame Elianor was neere thy ioy.
Erect his statue, and worship it,
And make my Image but an Ale‑house signe.
Was I for this nye wrack'd vpon the Sea,
And twice by aukward winde from Englands banke
1670 Droue backe againe vnto my Natiue Clime.
What boaded this? but well fore‑warning winde
Did seeme to say, seeke not a Scorpions Nest,
Nor set no footing on this vnkinde Shore.
What did I then? But curst the gentle gusts,
1675 And he that loos'd them forth their Brazen Caues,
And bid them blow towards Englands blessed shore,
Or turne our sterne vpon a dreadfull Rocke:
Yet Æolus would not be a murtherer,
But left that hatefull office vnto thee.
1680 The pretty vaulting Sea refus'd to drowne me,
Knowing that thou wouldst haue me drown'd on shore
With teares as salt as Sea, through thy vnkindnesse.
The splitting Rockes cowr'd in the sinking sands,
And would not dash me with their ragged sides,
1685 Because thy flinty heart more hard then they,
Might in thy Pallace, perish Elianor.
As farre as I could ken thy Chalky Cliffes,
When from thy Shore, the Tempest beate vs backe,
I stood vpon the Hatches in the storme:
1690 And when the duskie sky, began to rob
My earnest‑gaping‑sight of thy Lands view,
I tooke a costly Iewell from my necke,
A Hart it was bound in with Diamonds,
And threw it towards thy Land: The Sea receiu'd it,
1695 And so I wish'd thy body might my Heart:
And euen with this, I lost faire Englands view,
And bid mine eyes be packing with my Heart,
And call'd them blinde and duskie Spectacles,
For loosing ken of Albions wished Coast.
1700 How often haue I tempted Suffolkes tongue
(The agent of thy foule inconstancie)
To sit and watch me as Ascanius did,
When he to madding Dido would vnfold
His Fathers Acts, commenc'd in burning Troy.
1705 Am I not witcht like her? Or thou not false like him?
                     
Aye me, I can no more: Dye Elinor,
For Henry weepes, that thou dost liue so long.

Noyse within. Enter Warwicke, and many
Commons.

War.
It is reported, mighty Soueraigne,
That good Duke Humfrey Traiterously is murdred
1710 By Suffolke and the Cardinall Beaufords meanes:
The Commons like an angry Hiue of Bees
That want their Leader, scatter vp and downe,
And care not who they sting in his reuenge.
My selfe haue calm'd their spleenfull mutinie,
1715 Vntill they heare the order of his death.

King.

That he is dead good Warwick, 'tis too true,

But how he dyed, God knowes, not Henry:

Enter his Chamber, view his breathlesse Corpes,

And comment then vpon his sodaine death.

War.

1720 That shall I do my Liege; Stay Salsburie

With the rude multitude, till I returne.

King.
O thou that iudgest all things, stay my thoghts:
My thoughts, that labour to perswade my soule,
Some violent hands were laid on Humfries life:
1725 If my suspect be false, forgiue me God,
For iudgement onely doth belong to thee:
Faine would I go to chafe his palie lips,
With twenty thousand kisses, and to draine
Vpon his face an Ocean of salt teares,
1730 To tell my loue vnto his dumbe deafe trunke,
And with my fingers feele his hand, vnfeeling:
But all in vaine are these meane Obsequies,
Bed put forth.
And to suruey his dead and earthy Image:
What were it but to make my sorrow greater?

Warw.

1735 Come hither gracious Soueraigne, view this
body.

King.

That is to see how deepe my graue is made,

For with his soule fled all my worldly solace:

For seeing him, I see my life in death.

War.
As surely as my soule intends to liue
1740 With that dread King that tooke our state vpon him,
To free vs from his Fathers wrathfull curse,
I do beleeue that violent hands were laid
Vpon the life of this thrice‑famed Duke.

Suf.

A dreadfull Oath, sworne with a solemn tongue:

1745 What instance giues Lord Warwicke for his vow.

War.
See how the blood is setled in his face.
Oft haue I seene a timely‑parted Ghost,
Of ashy semblance, meager, pale, and bloodlesse,
Being all descended to the labouring heart,
1750 Who in the Conflict that it holds with death,
Attracts the same for aydance 'gainst the enemy,
Which with the heart there cooles, and ne're returneth,
To blush and beautifie the Cheeke againe.
But see, his face is blacke, and full of blood:
1755 His eye‑balles further out, than when he liued,
Staring full gastly, like a strangled man:
His hayre vprear'd, his nostrils stretcht with strugling:
His hands abroad display'd, as one that graspt
And tugg'd for Life, and was by strength subdude.
1760 Looke on the sheets his haire (you see) is sticking,
His well proportion'd Beard, made ruffe and rugged,
Like to the Summers Corne by Tempest lodged:
It cannot be but he was murdred heere,
The least of all these signes were probable.

Suf.

1765 Why Warwicke, who should do the Duke to death?

My selfe and Beauford had him in protection,

And we I hope sir, are no murtherers.

War.

But both of you were vowed Duke Humfries foes,

And you (forsooth) had the good Duke to keepe:

1770 Tis like you would nor feast him like a friend,

And 'tis well seene, he found an enemy.

Queen.

Than you belike suspect these Noblemen,

As guilty of Duke Humfries timelesse death.

War. [p. 135] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Warw.
Who finds the Heyfer dead, and bleeding fresh,
1775 And sees fast‑by, a Butcher with an Axe,
But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughter?
Who finds the Partridge in the Puttocks Nest,
But may imagine how the Bird was dead,
Although the Kyte soare with vnbloudied Beake?
1780 Euen so suspitious is this Tragedie.

Qu.

Are you the Butcher, Suffolk? where's your Knife?

Is Beauford tearm'd a Kyte? where are his Tallons?

Suff.
I weare no Knife, to slaughter sleeping men,
But here's a vengefull Sword, rusted with ease,
1785 That shall be scowred in his rancorous heart,
That slanders me with Murthers Crimson Badge.
Say, if thou dar'st, prowd Lord of Warwickshire,
That I am faultie in Duke Humfreyes death.

Warw.

What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolke dare
him?

Qu.

1790 He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit,

Nor cease to be an arrogant Controller,

Though Suffolke dare him twentie thousand times.

Warw.

Madame be still: with reuerence may I say,

For euery word you speake in his behalfe,

1795 Is slander to your Royall Dignitie.

Suff.
Blunt‑witted Lord, ignoble in demeanor,
If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord so much,
Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed
Some sterne vntutur'd Churle; and Noble Stock
1800 Was graft with Crab‑tree slippe, whose Fruit thou art,
And neuer of the Neuils Noble Race.

Warw.
But that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee,
And I should rob the Deaths‑man of his Fee,
Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
1805 And that my Soueraignes presence makes me milde,
I would, false murd'rous Coward, on thy Knee
Make thee begge pardon for thy passed speech,
And say it was thy Mother that thou meant'st,
That thou thy selfe wast borne in Bastardie;
1810 And after all this fearefull Homage done,
Giue thee thy hyre, and send thy Soule to Hell,
Pernicious blood‑sucker of sleeping men.

Suff.

Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood,

If from this presence thou dar'st goe with me.

Warw.

1815 Away euen now, or I will drag thee hence:

Vnworthy though thou art, Ile cope with thee,

And doe some seruice to Duke Humfreyes Ghost.

Exeunt.

King.

What stronger Brest‑plate then a heart vntainted?

Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his Quarrell iust;

1820 And he but naked, though lockt vp in Steele,

Whose Conscience with Iniustice is corrupted.

A noyse within.

Queene.

What noyse is this?

Enter Suffolke and Warwicke, with their
Weapons drawne.

King.

Why how now Lords?

Your wrathfull Weapons drawne,

1825 Here in our presence? Dare you be so bold?

Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here?

Suff.

The trayt'rous Warwick, with the men of Bury,

Set all vpon me, mightie Soueraigne.

Enter Salisbury.

Salisb.
Sirs stand apart, the King shall know your 
                                    
minde.
1830 Dread Lord, the Commons send you word by me,
Vnlesse Lord Suffolke straight be done to death,
Or banished faire Englands Territories,
They will by violence teare him from your Pallace,
And torture him with grieuous lingring death.
1835 They say, by him the good Duke Humfrey dy'de:
They say, in him they feare your Highnesse death;
And meere instinct of Loue and Loyaltie,
Free from a stubborne opposite intent,
As being thought to contradict your liking,
1840 Makes them thus forward in his Banishment.
They say, in care of your most Royall Person,
That if your Highnesse should intend to sleepe,
And charge, that no man should disturbe your rest,
In paine of your dislike, or paine of death;
1845 Yet notwithstanding such a strait Edict,
Were there a Serpent seene, with forked Tongue,
That slyly glyded towards yours Maiestie,
It were but necessarie you were wak't:
Least being suffer'd in that harmefull slumber,
1850 The mortall Worme might make the sleepe eternall.
And therefore doe they cry, though you forbid,
That they will guard you, where you will, or no,
From such fell Serpents as false Suffolke is;
With whose inuenomed and fatall string,
1855 Your louing Vnckle, twentie times his worth,
They say is shamefully bereft of life.
Commons within.
An answer from the King, my Lord 
                                    
of Salisbury.

Suff.
'Tis like the Commons, rude vnpolisht Hindes,
Could send such Message to their Soueraigne:
1860 But you, my Lord, were glad to be imploy'd,
To shew how queint an Orator you are.
But all the Honor Salisbury hath wonne,
Is, that he was the Lord Embassador,
Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King.

Within.

1865An answer from the King, or wee will all [l. 1866] breake in.

King.
Goe Salisbury, and tell them all from me,
I thanke them for their tender louing care;
And had I not beene cited so by them,
1870 Yet did I purpose as they doe entreat:
For sure, my thoughts doe hourely prophecie,
Mischance vnto my State by Suffolkes meanes.
And therefore by his Maiestie I sweare,
Whose farre‑vnworthie Deputie I am,
1875 He shall not breathe infection in this ayre,
But three dayes longer, on the paine of death.

Qu.

Oh Henry, let me pleade for gentle Suffolke.

King.
Vngentle Queene, to call him gentle Suffolke.
No more I say: if thou do'st pleade for him,
1880 Thou wilt but adde encrease vnto my Wrath.
Had I but sayd, I would haue kept my Word;
But when I sweare, it is irreuocable:
If after three dayes space thou here bee'st found,
On any ground that I am Ruler of,
1885 The World shall not be Ransome for thy Life.
Come Warwicke, come good Warwicke, goe with mee,
I haue great matters to impart to thee.

Exit.

Qu.
Mischance and Sorrow goe along with you,
Hearts Discontent, and sowre Affliction,
1890 Be play‑fellowes to keepe you companie:
There's two of you, the Deuill make a third,
And three‑fold Vengeance tend vpon your steps.

Suff.

Cease, gentle Queene, these Execrations,

And let thy Suffolke take his heauie leaue.

Queene. Fye [p. 136] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Queen.

1895 Fye Coward woman, and soft harted wretch,

Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy.

Suf.
A plague vpon them: wherefore should I cursse
                                    
them?
Would curses kill, as doth the Mandrakes grone,
I would inuent as bitter searching termes,
1900 As curst, as harsh, and horrible to heare,
Deliuer'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many signes of deadly hate,
As leane‑fac'd enuy in her loathsome caue.
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words,
1905 Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten Flint,
Mine haire be fixt an end, as one distract:
I, euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban,
And euen now my burthen'd heart would breake
Should I not curse them. Poyson be their drinke.
1910 Gall, worse then Gall, the daintiest that they taste:
Their sweetest shade, a groue of Cypresse Trees:
Their cheefest Prospect, murd'ring Basiliskes:
Their softest Touch, as smart as Lyzards stings:
Their Musicke, frightfull as the Serpents hisse,
1915 And boading Screech‑Owles, make the Consort full.
All the foule terrors in darke seated hell›

Enough sweet Suffolke, thou torment'st thy selfe,

And these dread curses like the Sunne 'gainst glasse,

Or like an ouer‑charged Gun, recoile,

1920 And turnes the force of them vpon thy selfe.

Suf.
You bad me ban, and will you bid me leaue?
Now by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Well could I curse away a Winters night,
Though standing naked on a Mountaine top,
1925 Where byting cold would neuer let grasse grow,
And thinke it but a minute spent in sport.

Qu.
Oh, let me intreat thee cease, giue me thy hand,
That I may dew it with my mournfull tea[.]e[.]:
Nor let the raine of heauen wet this place,
1930 To wash away my wofull Monuments.
Oh, could this kisse be printed in thy hand,
That thou might'st thinke vpon these by the Seale,
Through whom a thousand sighes are breath'd for thee.
So get thee gone, that I may know my greefe,
1935 'Tis but surmiz'd, whiles thou art standing by,
As one that surfets, thinking on a want:
I will repeale thee, or be well assur'd,
Aduenture to be banished my selfe:
And banished I am, if but from thee.
1940 Go, speake not to me; euen now be gone.
Oh go not yet. Euen thus, two Friends condemn'd,
Embrace, and kisse, and take ten thousand leaues,
Loather a hundred times to part then dye;
Yet now farewell, and farewell Life with thee.

Suf.
1945 Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished,
Once by the King, and three times thrice by thee.
'Tis not the Land I care for, wer't thou thence,
A Wildernesse is populous enough,
So Suffolke had thy heauenly company:
1950 For where thou art, there is the World it selfe,
With euery seuerall pleasure in the World:
And where thou art not, Desolation.
I can no more: Liue thou to ioy thy life;
My selfe no ioy in nought, but that thou liu'st.

Enter Vaux.

Queene.

1955 Whether goes Vaux so fast? What newes I
prethee?

Vaux.
To signifie vnto his Maiesty,
That Cardinall Beauford is at point of death:
For sodainly a greeuous sicknesse tooke him,
That makes him gaspe, and stare, and catch the aire,
1960 Blaspheming God, and cursing men on earth.
Sometime he talkes, as if Duke Humfries Ghost
Were by his side: Sometime, he calles the King,
And whispers to his pillow, as to him,
The secrets of his ouer‑charged soule,
1965 And I am sent to tell his Maiestie,
That euen now he cries alowd for him.

Qu.
Go tell this heauy Message to the King.
Exit
Aye me! What is this World? What newes are these?
                     
But wherefore greeue I at an houres poore losse,
1970 Omitting Suffolkes exile, my soules Treasure?
Why onely Suffolke mourne I not for thee?
And with the Southerne clouds, contend in teares?
Theirs for the earths encrease, mine for my sorrowes.
Now get thee hence, the King thou know'st is comming,
1975 If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.

Suf.
If I depart from thee, I cannot liue,
And in thy fight to dye, what were it else,
But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
Heere could I breath my soule into the ayre,
1980 As milde and gentle as the Cradle‑babe,
Dying with mothers dugge betweene it's lips.
Where from thy fight, I should be raging mad,
And cry out for thee to close vp mine eyes:
To haue thee with thy lippes to stop my mouth:
1985 So should'st thou eyther turne my flying soule,
Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
And then it liu'd in sweete Elizium.
To dye by thee, were but to dye in iest,
From thee to dye, were torture more then death:
1990 Oh let me stay, befall what may befall.

Queen.
Away: Though parting be a fretfull corosiue,
It is applyed to a deathfull wound.
To France sweet Suffolke: Let me heare from thee:
For wheresoere thou art in this worlds Globe,
1995 Ile haue an Iris that shall finde thee out.

Suf.

I go.

Qu.

And take my heart with thee.

Suf.

A Iewell lockt into the wofulst Caske,

That euer did containe a thing of worth,

2000 Euen as a splitted Barke, so sunder we:

This way fall I to death.

Qu.

This way for me.

Exeunt

Enter the King, Salisbury, and Warwicke, to the
Cardinal in bed.

King.

How fare's my Lord? Speake Beauford to thy
Soueraigne.

Ca.

If thou beest death, Ile giue thee Englands Treasure,

2005 Enough to purchase such another Island,

So thou wilt let me liue, and feele no paine.

King.

Ah, what a signe it is of euill life,

Where death's approach is seene so terrible.

War.

Beauford, it is thy Soueraigne speakes to thee.

Beau.

2010 Bring me vnto my Triall when you will.

Dy'de he not in his bed? Where should he dye?

Can I make men liue where they will or no?

Oh torture me no more, I will confesse.

Aliue againe? Then shew me where he is,

2015 Ile giue a thousand pound to looke vpon him.

He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.

Combe [p. 137] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Combe downe his haire; looke, looke, it stands vpright,

Like Lime‑twigs set to catch my winged soule:

Giue me some drinke, and bid the Apothecarie

2020 Bring the strong poyson that I bought of him.

King.
Oh thou eternall mouer of the heauens,
Looke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch,
Oh beate away the busie medling Fiend,
That layes strong siege vnto this wretches soule,
2025 And from his bosome purge this blacke dispaire.

War.

See how the pangs of death do make him grin.

Sal.

Disturbe him not, let him passe peaceably.

King.

Peace to his soule, if Gods good pleasure be.

Lord Card'nall, if thou think'st on heauens blisse,

2030 Hold vp thy hand, make signall of thy hope.

He dies and makes no signe: Oh God forgiue him.

War.

So bad a death, argues a monstrous life.

King.

Forbeare to iudge, for we are sinners all.

Close vp his eyes, and draw the Curtaine close,

2035 And let vs all to Meditation.

Exeunt.

[Act 4, Scene 1]

Alarum. Fight at Sea. Ordnance goes off.

Enter Lieutenant, Suffolke, and others.

Lieu.
The gaudy blabbing and remorsefull day,
Is crept into the bosome of the Sea:
And now loud houling Wolues arouse the Iades
That dragge the Tragicke melancholy night:
2040 Who with their drowsie, slow, and flagging wings
Cleape dead‑mens graues, and from their misty Iawes,
Breath foule contagious darknesse in the ayre:
Therefore bring forth the Souldiers of our prize,
For whilst our Pinnace Anchors in the Downes,
2045 Heere shall they make theit their ransome on the sand,
Or with their blood staine this discoloured shore.
Maister, this Prisoner freely giue I thee,
And thou that art his Mate, make boote of this:
The other Walter Whitmore is thy share.

1. Gent.

2050 What is my ransome Master, let me know.

Ma.

A thousand Crownes, or else lay down your head

Mate.

And so much shall you giue, or off goes yours.

Lieu.
What thinke you much to pay 2000. Crownes,
And beare the name and port of Gentlemen?
2055 Cut both the Villaines throats, for dy you shall:
The liues of those which we haue lost in fight,
Be counter‑poys'd with such a pettie summe.

1. Gent.

Ile giue it sir, and therefore spare my life.

2. Gent.

And so will I, and write home for it straight.

Whitm.

2060 I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboord,

And therefore to reuenge it, shalt thou dye,

And so should these, if I might haue my will.

Lieu.

Be not so rash, take ransome, let him liue.

Suf.

Looke on my George, I am a Gentleman,

2065 Rate meat what thou wilt, thou shalt be payed.

Whit.

And so am I: my name is Walter Whitmore.

How now? why starts thou? What doth death affright?

Suf.
Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death:
A cunning man did calculate my birth,
2070 And told me that by Water I should dye:
Yet let not this make thee be bloody‑minded,
Thy name is guiltier, being rightly founded.

Whit.
Gualtier or Walter, which it is I care not,
Neuer yet did base dishonour blurre our name,
2075 But with our sword we wip'd away the blot.
Therefore, when Merchant‑like I sell reuenge,
Broke be my sword, my Armes torne and defac'd,
And I proclaim'd a Coward through the world.

Suf.

Stay Whitmore, for thy Prisoner is a Prince,

2080 The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Pole.

Whit.

The Duke of Suffolke, muffled vp in ragges?

Suf.

I, but these ragges are no part of the Duke.

Lieu.

But Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be,

Obscure and lowsie Swaine, King Henries blood.

Suf.
2085 The honourable blood of Lancaster
Must not be shed by such a iaded Groome:
Hast thou not kist thy hand, and held my stirrop?
Bare‑headed plodded by my foot‑cloth Mule,
And thought thee happy when I shooke my head.
2090 How often hast thou waited at my cup,
Fed from my Trencher, kneel'd downe at the boord,
When I haue, fested with Queene Margaret?
Remember it, and let it make thee Crest‑falne,
I, and alay this thy abortiue Pride:
2095 How in our voyding Lobby hast thou stood,
And duly wayted for my comming forth?
This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalfe,
And therefore shall it charme thy riotous tongue.

Whit.

Speak Captaine, shall I stab the forlorn Swain.

Lieu.

2100 First let my words stab him, as he hath me.

Suf.

Base slaue, thy words are blunt, and so art thou.

Lieu.

Conuey him hence, and on our long boats side,

Strike off his head.

Suf.

Thou dar'st not for thy owne.

Lieu.
2105 Poole, Sir Poole? Lord,
I kennell, puddle, sinke, whose filth and dirt
Troubles the siluer Spring, where England drinkes:
Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth,
For swallowing the Treasure of the Realme.
2110 Thy lips that kist the Queene, shall sweepe the ground:
And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humfries death,
Against the senselesse windes shall grin in vaine,
Who in contempt shall hisse at thee againe.
And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell,
2115 For daring to affye a mighty Lord
Vnto the daughter of a worthlesse King,
Hauing neyther Subiect, Wealth, nor Diadem:
By diuellish policy art thou growne great,
And like ambitious Sylla ouer‑gorg'd,
2120 With gobbets of thy Mother‑bleeding heart.
By thee Aniou and Maine were sold to France.
The false reuolting Normans thorough thee,
Disdaine to call vs Lord, and Piccardie
                     
Hath slaine their Gouernors, surpriz'd our Forts,
2125 And sent the ragged Souldiers wounded home.
The Princely Warwicke, and the Neuils all,
Whose dreadfull swords were neuer drawne in vaine,
As hating thee, and rising vp in armes.
And now the House of Yorke thrust from the Crowne,
2130 By shamefull murther of a guiltlesse King,
And lofty proud incroaching tyranny,
Burnes with reuenging fire, whose hopefull colours
Aduance our halfe‑fac'd Sunne, striuing to shine;
Vnder the which is writ, Iunitis nubibus.
2135 The Commons heere in Kent are vp in armes,
And to conclude, Reproach and Beggerie,
Is crept into the Pallace of our King,
And all by thee: away, conuey him hence.

Suf.

O that I were a God, to shoot forth Thunder

2140 Vpon these paltry, seruile, abiect Drudges:

Small things make base men proud. This Villaine heere,

Being Captaine of a Pinnace, threatens more

Then Bargulus the strong Illyrian Pyrate.

Drones sucke not Eagles blood, but rob Bee‑hiues:

2145 It is impossible that I should dye

By [p. 138] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

By such a lowly Vassall as thy selfe.

Thy words moue Rage, and not remorse in me:

I go of Message from the Queene to France:

I charge thee waft me safely crosse the Channell.

Lieu.

2150 Water: W. Come Suffolke, I must waft thee
to thy death.

Suf.

Pine gelidus timor occupant artus, it is thee I feare.

Wal.

Thou shalt haue cause to feare before I leaue thee.

What, are ye danted now? Now will ye stoope.

1. Gent.

My gracious Lord intreat him, speak him fair.

Suf.
2155 Suffolkes Imperiall tongue is sterne and rough:
Vs'd to command, vntaught to pleade for fauour.
Farre be it, we should honor such as these
With humble suite: no, rather let my head
Stoope to the blocke, then these knees bow to any,
2160 Saue to the God of heauen, and to my King:
And sooner dance vpon a bloody pole,
Then stand vncouer'd to the Vulgar Groome.
True Nobility, is exempt from feare:
More can I beare, then you dare execute.

Lieu.

2165 Hale him away, and let him talke no more:

Come Souldiers, shew what cruelty ye can.

Suf.
That this my death may neuer be forgot.
Great men oft dye by vilde Bezonions.
A Romane Sworder, and Bandetto slaue
2170 Murder'd sweet Tully. Brutsu Brutus
                         Bastard hand
Stab'd Iulius Cæsar. Sauage Islanders
Pompey the Great, and Suffolke dyes by Pyrats.

Exit Water with Suffolke.

Lieu.

And as for these whose ransome we haue set,

It is our pleasure one of them depart:

2175 Therefore come you with vs, and let him go.

Exit Lieutenant, and the rest.

Manet the first Gent. Enter Walter with the body.

Wal.

There let his head, and liuelesse bodie lye,

Vntill the Queene his Mistris bury it.

Exit Walter.

1. Gent.

O barbarous and bloudy spectacle,

His body will I beare vnto the King:

2180 If he reuenge it not, yet will his Friends,

So will the Queene, that liuing, held him deere.

[Act 4, Scene 2]

Enter Beuis, and Iohn Holland.

Beuis.

2182Come and get thee a sword, though made of a [l. 2183] Lath, they haue bene vp these two dayes.

Hol.

2184They haue the more neede to sleepe now then.

Beuis.

2185I tell thee, Iacke Cade the Cloathier, meanes to [l. 2186] dresse the Common‑wealth and turne it, and set a new [l. 2187] nap vpon it.

Hol.

2188So he had need, for 'tis thred‑bare. Well, I say, [l. 2189] it was neuer merrie world in England, since Gentlemen [l. 2190] came vp.

Beuis.

2191O miserable Age: Vertue is not regarded in [l. 2192] Handy‑crafts men.

Hol.

2193The Nobilitie thinke scorne to goe in Leather [l. 2194] Aprons.

Beuis.

2195Nay more, the Kings Councell are no good [l. 2196] Workemen.

Hol.

2197True: and yet it is said, Labour in thy Vocati [l. 2198] on: which is as much to say, as let the Magistrates be la [l. 2199] bouring men; and therefore should we be Magistrates.

Beuis.

2200Thou hast hit it: for there's no better signe of a [l. 2201] braue minde, then a hard hand.

Hol.

2202I see them, I see them: There's Bests Sonne, the [l. 2203] Tanner of Wingham.

Beuis.

2204Hee shall haue the skinnes of our enemies, to [l. 2205] make Dogges Leather of.

Hol.

2206And Dicke the Butcher.

Beuis.

2207Then is sin strucke downe like an Oxe, and ini [l. 2208] quities throate cut like a Calfe.

Hol.

2209And Smith the Weauer.

Beu.

2210Argo, their thred of life is spun.

Hol.

2211Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Drumme. Enter Cade, Dicke Butcher, Smith the Weauer,
and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers.

Cade.

2212Wee Iohn Cade, so tearm'd of our supposed Fa [l. 2213] ther.

But.

2214Or rather of stealing a Cade of Herrings.

Cade.

2215For our enemies shall faile before vs, inspired [l. 2216] with the spirit of putting down Kings and Princes. Com [l. 2217] mand silence.

But.

2218Silence.

Cade.

2219My Father was a Mortimer.

But.

2220He was an honest man, and a good Bricklayer.

Cade.

2221My mother a Plantagenet.

Butch.

2222I knew her well, she was a Midwife.

Cade.

2223My wife descended of the Lacies.

But.

2224She was indeed a Pedlers daughter, & sold many [l. 2225] Laces.

Weauer.

2226But now of late, not able to trauell with her [l. 2227] furr'd Packe, she washes buckes here at home.

Cade.

2228Therefore am I of an honorable house.

But.

2229I by my faith, the field is honourable, and there [l. 2230] was he borne, vnder a hedge: for his Father had neuer a [l. 2231] house but the Cage.

Cade.

2232Valiant I am.

Weauer.

2233A must needs, for beggery is valiant.

Cade.

2234I am able to endure much.

But.

2235No question of that: for I haue seene him whipt [l. 2236] three Market dayes together.

Cade.

2237I feare neither sword, nor fire.

Wea.

2238He neede not feare the sword, for his Coate is of [l. 2239] proofe.

But.

2240But me thinks he should stand in feare of fire, be [l. 2241] ing burnt i'th hand for stealing of Sheepe.

Cade.

2242Be braue then, for your Captaine is Braue, and [l. 2243] Vowes Reformation. There shall be in England, seuen [l. 2244] halfe peny Loaues sold for a peny: the three hoop'd pot, [l. 2245] shall haue ten hoopes, and I wil make it Fellony to drink [l. 2246] small Beere. All the Realme shall be in Common, and in [l. 2247] Cheapside shall my Palfrey go to grasse: and when I am [l. 2248] King, as King I will be.

All.

2249God saue your Maiesty.

Cade.

2250I thanke you good people. There shall bee no [l. 2251] mony, all shall eate and drinke on my score, and I will [l. 2252] apparrell them all in one Liuery, that they may agree like [l. 2253] Brothers, and worship me their Lord.

But.

2254The first thing we do, let's kill all the Lawyers.

Cade.

2255Nay, that I meane to do. Is not this a lamenta [l. 2256] ble thing, that of the skin of an innocent Lambe should [l. 2257] be made Parchment; that Parchment being scribeld ore, [l. 2258] should vndoe a man. Some say the Bee stings, but I say, [l. 2259] 'tis the Bees waxe: for I did but seale once to a thing, and [l. 2260] I was neuer mine owne man since. How now? Who's [l. 2261] there?

Enter a Clearke.

Weauer.

2262The Clearke of Chartam: hee can write and [l. 2263] reade, and cast accompt.

Cade.

2264O monstrous.

Wea.

2265We tooke him setting of boyes Copies.

Cade. [p. 139] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Cade.

2266Here's a Villaine.

Wea.

2267Ha's a Booke in his pocket with red Letters in't

Cade.

2268Nay then he is a Coniurer.

But.

2269Nay, he can make Obligations, and write Court [l. 2270] hand.

Cade.

2271I am sorry for't: The man is a proper man of [l. 2272] mine Honour: vnlesse I finde him guilty, he shall not die. [l. 2273] Come hither sirrah, I must examine thee: What is thy [l. 2274] name?

Clearke.

2275Emanuell.

But.

2276They vse to writ it on the top of Letters: 'Twill [l. 2277] go hard with you.

Cade.

2278Let me alone: Dost thou vse to write thy name? [l. 2279] Or hast thou a make to thy selfe, like a honest plain dea [l. 2280] ling man?

Clearke.

2281Sir I thanke God, I haue bin so well brought [l. 2282] vp, that I can write my name.

All.

2283He hath confest: away with him: he's a Villaine [l. 2284] and a Traitor.

Cade.

2285Away with him I say: Hang him with his Pen [l. 2286] and Inke‑horne about his necke.

Exit one wth the Clearke

Enter Michael.

Mich.

2287Where's our Generall?

Cade.

2288Heere I am thou particular fellow.

Mich.

2289Fly, fly, fly, Sir Humfrey Stafford and his brother [l. 2290] are hard by, with the Kings Forces.

Cade.

2291Stand villaine, stand, or Ile fell thee downe: he [l. 2292] shall be encountred with a man as good as himselfe. He [l. 2293] is but a Knight, is a?

Mich.

2294No.

Cade.

2295To equall him I will make my selfe a knight pre [l. 2296] sently; Rise vp Sir Iohn Mortimer. Now haue at him.

Enter Sir Humfrey Stafford, and his Brother,
with Drum and Soldiers.

Staff.

Rebellious Hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,

Mark'd for the Gallowes: Lay your Weapons downe,

Home to your Cottages: forsake this Groome.

2300 The King is mercifull, if you reuolt.

Bro.

But angry, wrathfull, and inclin'd to blood,

If you go forward: therefore yeeld, or dye.

Cade.

As for these silken‑coated slaues I passe not,

It is to you good people, that I speake,

2305 Ouer whom (in time to come)I hope to raigne:

For I am rightfull heyre vnto the Crowne.

Staff.

Villaine, thy Father was a Playsterer,

And thou thy selfe a Sheareman, art thou not?

Cade.

2309And Adam was a Gardiner.

Bro.

2310And what of that?

Cade.

2311Marry, this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March, [l. 2312] married the Duke of Clarence daughter, did he not?

Staff.

2313I sir.

Cade.

2314By her he had two children at one birth.

Bro.

2315That's false.

Cade.
I, there's the question; But I say, 'tis true:
The elder of them being put to nurse,
Was by a begger‑woman stolne away,
And ignorant of his birth and parentage,
2320 Became a Bricklayer, when he came to age.
His sonne am I, deny it if you can.

But.

2322Nay, 'tis too true, therefore he shall be King.

Wea.

2323Sir, he made a Chimney in my Fathers house,& [l. 2324] the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie it: therefore [l. 2325] deny it not.

Staf.

2326And will you credit this base Drudges Wordes, [l. 2327] that speakes he knowes not what.

All.

2328I marry will we: therefore get ye gone.

Bro.

2329Iacke Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.

Cade.

2330He lyes, for I inuented it my selfe. Go too Sir [l. 2331] rah, tell the King from me, that for his Fathers sake Hen [l. 2332] ry the fift, (in whose time, boyes went to Span‑counter [l. 2333] for French Crownes) I am content he shall raigne, but Ile [l. 2334] be Protector ouer him.

Butcher.

2335And furthermore, wee'l haue the Lord Sayes [l. 2336] head, for selling the Dukedome of Maine.

Cade

2337And good reason: for thereby is England main'd [l. 2338] And faine to go with a staffe, but that my puissance holds [l. 2339] it vp. Fellow‑Kings, I tell you, that that Lord Say hath [l. 2340] gelded the Commonwealth, and made it an Eunuch: & [l. 2341] more then that, he can speake French, and therefore hee is [l. 2342] a Traitor.

Staf.

2343O grosse and miserable ignorance.

Cade.

2344Nay answer if you can: The Frenchmen are our [l. 2345] enemies: go too then, I ask but this: Can he that speaks [l. 2346] with the tongue of an enemy, be a good Councellour, or [l. 2347] no?

All.

2348No, no, and therefore wee'l haue his head.

Bro.

Well, seeing gentle words will not preuayle,

2350 Assaile them with the Army of the King.

Staf.
Herald away, and throughout euery Towne,
Proclaime them Traitors that are vp with Cade,
That those which flye before the battell ends.
May euen in their Wiues and Childrens sight,
2355 Be hang'd vp for example at their doores:
And you that be the Kings Friends follow me.

Exit.

Cade.
And you that loue the Commons, follow me:
Now shew your selues men, 'tis for Liberty.
We will not leaue one Lord, one Gentleman:
2360 Spare none, but such as go in clouted shooen,
For they are thrifty honest men, and such
As would (but that they dare not) take our parts.

But.

2363They are all in order, and march toward vs.

Cade.

2364But then are we in order, when we are most out [l. 2365] of order. Come, march forward.

[Act 4, Scene 3]

Alarums to the fight, wherein both the Staffords are slaine.

Enter Cade and the rest.

Cade.

2366Where's Dicke, the Butcher of Ashford?

But.

2367Heere sir.

Cade.

2368They fell before thee like Sheepe and Oxen, & [l. 2369] thou behaued'st thy selfe, as if thou hadst beene in thine [l. 2370] owne Slaughter‑house: Therfore thus will I reward thee, [l. 2371] the Lent shall bee as long againe as it is, and thou shalt [l. 2372] haue a License to kill for a hundred lacking one.

But.

2373I desire no more.

Cade.

2374And to speake truth, thou deseru'st no lesse. [l. 2375] This Monument of the victory will I beare, and the bo [l. 2376] dies sha1l be dragg'd at my horse heeles, till I do come to [l. 2377] London, where we will haue the Maiors sword born be [l. 2378] fore vs.

But.

2379If we meane to thriue, and do good, breake open [l. 2380] the Gaoles, and let out the Prisoners.

Cade.

2381Feare not that I warrant thee. Come, let's march [l. 2382] towards London.

Exeunt.

[Act 4, Scene 4]

Enter the King with a Supplication, and the Queene with Suf
folkes head, the Duke of Buckingham, and the
Lord Say.

Queene.

Oft haue I heard that greefe softens the mind,

And [p. 140] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

And makes it fearefull and degenerate,

2385 Thinke therefore on reuenge, and cease to weepe.

But who can cease to weepe, and looke on this.

Heere may his head lye on my throbbing brest:

But where's the body that I should imbrace?

Buc.

2389What answer makes your Grace to the Rebells [l. 2390] Supplication?

King.
Ile send some holy Bishop to intreat:
For God forbid, so many simple soules
Should perish by the Sword. And I my selfe,
Rather then bloody Warre shall cut them short,
2395 Will parley with Iacke Cade their Generall.
But stay, Ile read it ouer once againe.

Qu.

Ah barbarous villaines: Hath this louely face,

Rul'd like a wandering Plannet ouer me,

And could it not inforce them to relent,

2400 That were vnworthy to behold the same.

King.

Lord Say, Iacke Cade hath sworne to ~~huae~~ haue thy
head.

Say.

I, but I hope your Highnesse shall haue his.

King.

How now Madam?

Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes death?

2405 I feare me (Loue) if that I had beene dead,

Thou would'st not haue mourn'd so much for me.

Qu.

No my Loue, I should not mourne, but dye for
thee.

Enter a Messenger.

King.

How now? What newes? Why com'st thou in
such haste?

Mes.
The Rebels are in Southwatke Southwarke: Fly my Lord:
2410 Iacke Cade proclaimes himselfe Lord Mortimer,
Descended from the Duke of Clarence house,
And calles your Grace Vsurper, openly,
And vowes to Crowne himselfe in Westminster.
His Army is a ragged multitude
2415 Of Hindes and Pezants, rude and mercilesse:
Sir Humfrey Stafford, and his Brothers death,
Hath giuen them heart and courage to proceede:
All Schollers, Lawyers, Courtiers, Gentlemen,
They call false Catterpillers, and intend their death.

Kin.

2420 Oh gracelesse men: they know not what they do.

Buck.

My gracious Lord, retire to Killingworth,

Vntill a power be rais'd to put them downe.

Qu.

Ah were the Duke of Suffolke now aliue,

These Kentish Rebels would be soone appeas'd.

King.

2425 Lord Say, the Traitors hateth thee,

Therefore away with vs to Killingworth.

Say.

So might your Graces person be in danger:

The sight of me is odious in their eyes:

And therefore in this Citty will I stay,

2430 And liue alone as secret as I may.

Enter another Messenger.

Mess.
Iacke Cade hath gotten London‑bridge.
The Citizens flye and forsake their houses:
The Rascall people, thirsting after prey,
Ioyne with the Traitor, and they ioyntly sweare
2435 To spoyle the City, and your Royall Court.

Buc.

Then linger not my Lord, away, take horse.

King.

Come Margaret, God our hope will succor vs.

Qu.

My hope is gone, now Suffolke is deceast.

King.

Farewell my Lord, trust not the Kentish Rebels

Buc.

2440 Trust no body for feare you betraid.

Say.

The trust I haue, is in mine innocence,

And therefore am I bold and resolute.

Exeunt.

[Act 4, Scene 5]

Enter Lord Scales vpon the Tower walking. Then enters
two or three Citizens below.

Scales.

How now? Is Iacke Cade slaine?

1. Cit.
No my Lord, nor likely to be slaine:
2445 For they haue wonne the Bridge,
Killing all those that withstand them:
The Lord Maior craues ayd of your Honor from the Tower
To defend the City from the Rebels.

Scales.
Such ayd as I can spare you shall command,
2450 But I am troubled heere with them my selfe,
The Rebels haue assay'd to win the Tower.
But get you to Smithfield, and gather head,
And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe.
Fight for your King, your Countrey, and your Liues,
2455 And so farwell, for I must hence againe.

Exeunt

[Act 4, Scene 6]

Enter Iacke Cade and the rest, and strikes his
staffe on London stone.

Cade.
Now is Mortimer Lord of this City,
And heere sitting vpon London Stone,
I charge and command, that of the Cities cost
The pissing Conduit run nothing but Clarret Wine
2460 This first yeare of our raigne.
And now henceforward it shall be Treason for any,
That calles me other then Lord Mortimer.

Enter a Soldier running.

Soul.

2463Iacke Cade, Iacke Cade.

Cade.

2464Knocke him downe there.

They kill him.

But.

2465If this Fellow be wise, hee'l neuer call yee Iacke [l. 2466] Cade more, I thinke he hath a very faire warning.

Dicke.

2467My Lord, there's an Army gathered together [l. 2468] in Smithfield.

Cade.

Come, then let's go fight with them:

2470 But first, go and set London Bridge on fire,

And if you can, burne downe the Tower too.

Come, let's away.

Exeunt omnes.

[Act 4, Scene 7]

Alarums. Mathew Goffe is slain, and all the rest.
Then enter Iacke Cade, with his Company.

Cade.

2473So sirs: now go some and pull down the Sauoy: [l. 2474] Others to'th Innes of Court, downe with them all.

But.

2475I haue a suite vnto your Lordship.

Cade.

2476Bee it a Lordshippe, thou shalt haue it for that [l. 2477] word.

But.

2478Onely that the Lawes of England may come out [l. 2479] of your mouth.

Iohn.

2480Masse 'twill be sore Law then, for he was thrust [l. 2481] in the mouth with a Speare, and 'tis not whole yet.

Smith.

2482Nay Iohn, it wil be stinking Law, for his breath [l. 2483] stinkes with eating toasted cheese.

Cade.

2484I haue thought vpon it, it shall bee so. Away, [l. 2485] burne all the Records of the Realme, my mouth shall be [l. 2486] the Parliament of England.

Iohn.

Then we are like to haue biting Statutes

Vnlesse his teeth be pull'd out.

Cade.

2489And hence‑forward all things shall be in Com [l. 2490] mon.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes.

2491My Lord, a prize, a prize, heeres the Lord Say, [l. 2492] which sold the Townes in France. He that made vs pay [l. 2493] one and twenty Fifteenes, and one shilling to the pound, [l. 2494] the last Subsidie.

Enter [p. 141] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Enter George, with the Lord Say.

Cade.

2495Well, hee shall be beheaded for it ten times: [l. 2496] Ah thou Say, thou Surge, nay thou Buckram Lord, now [l. 2497] art thou within point‑blanke of our Iurisdiction Regall. [l. 2498] What canst thou answer to my Maiesty, for giuing vp of [l. 2499] Normandie vnto Mounsieur Basimecu, the Dolphine of [l. 2500] France? Be it knowne vnto thee by these presence, euen [l. 2501] the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the Beesome [l. 2502] that must sweepe the Court cleane of such filth as thou [l. 2503] art: Thou hast most traiterously corrupted the youth of [l. 2504] the Realme, in erecting a Grammar Schoole: and where [l. 2505] as before, our Fore‑fathers had no other Bookes but the [l. 2506] Score and the Tally, thou hast caused printing to be vs'd, [l. 2507] and contrary to the King, his Crowne, and Dignity, thou [l. 2508] hast built a Paper‑Mill. It will be prooued to thy Face, [l. 2509] that thou hast men about thee, that vsually talke of a [l. 2510] Nowne and a Verbe, and such abhominable wordes, as [l. 2511] no Christian eare can endure to heare. Thou hast appoin [l. 2512] ted Iustices of Peace, to call poore men before them, a [l. 2513] bout matters they were not able to answer. Moreouer, [l. 2514] thou hast put them in prison, and because they could not [l. 2515] reade, thou hast hang'd them, when (indeede) onely for [l. 2516] that cause they have beene most worthy to live. Thou [l. 2517] dost ride in a foot‑cloth, dost thou not?

Say.

2518What of that?

Cade.

2519Marry, thou ought'st not to let thy horse weare [l. 2520] a Cloake, when honester men then thou go in their Hose [l. 2521] and Doublets.

Dicke.

2522And worke in their shirt to, as my selfe for ex [l. 2523] ample, that am a butcher.

Say.

2524You men of Kent.

Dic.

2525What say you of Kent.

Say.

2526Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra, mala gens.

Cade.

2527Away with him, away with him, he speaks La [l. 2528] tine.

Say.
Heare me but speake, and beare mee wher'e you
                                    
will:
2530 Kent, in the Commentaries Cæsar writ,
Is term'd the ciuel'st place of all this Isle:
Sweet is the Covntry, because ful of Riches,
The People Liberall, Valiant, Actiue, Wealthy,
Which makes me hope you are not void of pitty.
2535 I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandie,
Yet to recouer them would loose my life:
Iustice with fauour haue I alwayes done,
Prayres and Teares haue mou'd me, Gifts could neuer.
When haue I ought exacted at your hands?
2540 Kent to maintaine, the King, the Realme and you,
Large gifts haue I bestow'd on learned Clearkes,
Because my Booke preferr'd me to the King.
And seeing Ignorance is the curse of God,
Knowledge the Wing wherewith we flye to heaven.
2545 Vnlesse you be possest with diuellish spirits,
You cannot but forbeare to murther me:
This Tongue hath parlied vnto Forraigne Kings
For your behoofe.

Cade.

Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field?

Say.

2550 Great men haue reaching hands: oft haue I struck

Those that I neuer saw, and strucke them dead.

Geo.

O monstrous Coward! What, to come behinde
Folkes?

Say.

These cheekes are pale for watching for your good

Cade.

2554Giue him a box o'th'eare, and that wil make 'em [l. 2555] red againe.

Say.

Long sitting to determine poore mens causes,

Hath made me full of sicknesse and diseases.

Cade.

2558Ye shall haue a hempen Candle then, & the help [l. 2559] of hatchet.

Dicke.

2560Why dost thou quiuer man?

Say.

2561The Palsie, and not feare prouokes me.

Cade.

2562Nay, he noddes at vs, as who should say, Ile be [l. 2563] euen with you. Ile see if his head will stand steddier on [l. 2564] a pole, or no: Take him away, and behead him.

Say.
2565 Tell me: wherein haue I offended most?
                     
Haue I affected wealth, or honor? Speake.
Are my Chests fill'd vp with extorted Gold?
Is my Apparrell sumptuous to behold?
Whom haue I injur'd, that ye seeke my death?
2570 These hands are free from guiltlesse bloodshedding,
This breast from harbouring foule deceitfull thoughts.
O let me liue.

Cade.

2573I feele remorse in my selfe with his words: but [l. 2574] Ile bridle it: he shall dye, and it bee but for pleading so [l. 2575] well for his life. Away with him, he has a Familiar vn [l. 2576] der his Tongue, he speakes not a Gods name. Goe, take [l. 2577] him away I say, and strike off his head presently, and then [l. 2578] breake into his Sonne in Lawes house, Sir Iames Cromer, [l. 2579] and strike off his head, and bring them both vppon two [l. 2580] poles hither.

All.

2581It shall be done.

Say.

Ah Countrimen: If when you make your prair's,

God should be so obdurate as your selues:

How would it fare with your departed soules,

2585 And therefore yet relent, and saue my life.

Cade.

2586Away with him, and do as I command ye: the [l. 2587] proudest Peere in the Realme, shall not weare a head on [l. 2588] his shoulders, vnlesse he pay me tribute; there shall not [l. 2589] a maid be married, but she shall pay to me her Mayden [l. 2590] head ere they haue it: Men shall hold of mee in Capite. [l. 2591] And we charge and command, that their wiues be as free [l. 2592] as heart can wish, or tongue can tell.

Dicke.

2593My Lord, [l. 2594] When shall we go to Cheapside, and take up commodi [l. 2595] ties vpon our billes?

Cade.

2596Marry presently.

All.

2597O braue.

Enter one with the heads.

Cade.
But is not this brauer:
Let them kisse one another: For they lou'd well
2600 When they were aliue. Now part them againe,
Least they consult about the giuing vp
Of some more Townes in France. Soldiers,
Deferre the spoile of the Citie vntill night:
For with these borne before vs, in steed of Maces,
2605 Will we ride through the streets, & at euery Corner
Haue them kisse. Away.

Exit

[Act 4, Scene 8]

Alarum, and Retreat. Enter againe Cade,
and all his rabblement.

Cade.

2607Vp Fish‑streete, downe Saint Magnes corner, [l. 2608] kill and knocke downe, throw them into Thames:

Sound a parley.

What noise is this I heare?

2610 Dare any be so bold to sound Retreat or Parley

When I command them kill?

o Enter [p. 142] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Enter Buckingham, and old Clifford.

Buc.
I heere they be, that dare and will disturb thee:
Know Cade, we come Ambassadors from the King
Vnto the Commons, whom thou hast misled,
2615 And heere pronounce free pardon to them all,
That will forsake thee, and go home in peace.

Clif.
What say ye Countrimen, will ye relent
And yeeld to mercy, whil'st 'tis offered you,
Or let a rabble leade you to your deaths.
2620 Who loues the King, and will imbrace his pardon,
Fling vp his cap, and say, God saue his Maiesty.
Who hateth him, and honors not his Father,
Henry the fift, that made all France to quake,
Shake he his weapon at vs, and passe by.

All.

2625God saue the King, God saue the King.

Cade.

2626What Buckingham and Clifford are ye so braue? [l. 2627] And you base Pezants, do ye beleeue him, will you needs [l. 2628] be hang'd with your Pardons about your neckes? Hath [l. 2629] my sword therefore broke through London gates, that [l. 2630] you should leaue me at the White‑heart in Southwarke. [l. 2631] I thought ye would neuer haue giuen out these Armes til [l. 2632] you had recouered your ancient ~~Fteedome~~ Freedome. But you are [l. 2633] all Recreants and Dastards, and delight to liue in slauerie [l. 2634] to the Nobility. Let them breake your backes with bur [l. 2635] thens, take your houses ouer your heads, rauish your [l. 2636] Wiues and Daughters before your faces. For me, I will [l. 2637] make shift for one, and so Gods Cursse light vppon you [l. 2638] all.

All.

Wee'l follow Cade,

2640 Wee'l follow Cade.

Clif.
Is Cade the sonne of Henry the fift,
That thus you do exclaime you'l go with him.
Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
And make the meanest of you Earles and Dukes?
2645 Alas, he hath no home, no place to flye too:
Nor knowes he how to liue, but by the spoile,
Vnlesse by robbing of your Friends, and vs.
Wer't not a shame, that whilst you liue at iarre,
The fearfull French, whom you late vanquished
2650 Should make a start ore‑seas, and vanquish you?
Me thinkes alreadie in this ciuill broyle,
I see them Lording it in London streets,
Crying Villiago vnto all they meete.
Better ten thousand base‑borne Cades miscarry,
2655 Then you should stoope vnto a Frenchmans mercy.
To France, to France, and get what you haue lost:
Spare England, for it is your Natiue Coast:
Henry hath mony, you are strong and manly:
God on our side, doubt not of Victorie.

All.

2660 A Clifford, a Clifford,

Wee'l follow the King, and Clifford.

Cade.

2662Was euer Feather so lightly blowne too & fro, [l. 2663] As this multitude? The name of Henry the fift, hales them [l. 2664] to an hundred mischiefes, and makes them leaue mee de [l. 2665] solate. I see them lay their heades together to surprize [l. 2666] me. My sword make way for me, for heere is no staying: [l. 2667] in despight of the diuels and hell, haue through the verie [l. 2668] middest of you, and heauens and honor be witnesse, that [l. 2669] no wan to resolution in mee, but onely my Followers [l. 2670] base and ignominious treasons, makes me betake mee to [l. 2671] my heeles.

Exit

Buck.

What, is he fled? Go some and follow him,

And he that brings his head vnto the King,

Shall haue a thousand Crownes for his reward.

Exeunt some of them.

2675 Follow me souldiers, wee'l deuise a meane,

To reconcile you all vnto the King.

Exeunt omnes.

[Act 4, Scene 9]

Sound Trumpets. Enter King, Queene, and
Somerset on the Tarras.

King.
Was euer King that ioy'd an earthly Throne,
And could command no more content then I?
No sooner was I crept out of my Cradle,
2680 But I was made a King, at nine months olde.
Was neuer Subiect long'd to be a King,
As I do long and wish to be a Subiect.

Enter Buckingham and Clifford.

Buc.

Health and glad tidings to your Maiesty.

Kin.

Why Buckingham, is the Traitor Cade surpris'd?

2685 Or is he but retir'd to make him strong?

Enter Multitudes with Halters about their
Neckes.

Clif.

He is fled my Lord, and all his powers do yeeld,

And humbly thus with halters on their neckes,

Expect your Highnesse doome of life, or death.

King.
Then heauen set ope thy euerlasting gates,
2690 To entertaine my vowes of thankes and praise.
Souldiers, this day haue you redeem'd your liues,
And shew'd how well you loue your Prince & Countrey;
Continue still in this so good a minde,
And Henry though he be infortunate,
2695 Assure your selues will neuer be vnkinde:
And so with thankes, and pardon to you all,
I do dismisse you to your seuerall Countries.

All.

God saue the King, God saue the King.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes.
Please it your Grace to be aduertised,
2700 The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland,
And with a puissant and a mighty power
Of Gallow‑glasses and stout Kernes,
Is marching hitherward in proud array,
And still proclaimeth as he comes along,
2705 His Armes are onely to remoue from thee
The Duke of Somerset, whom he tearmes a Traitor.

King.
Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and Yorke
                                    
distrest,
Like to a Ship, that hauing scap'd a Tempest,
Is straight way calme, and boorded with a Pyrate.
2710 But now is Cade driuen backe, his men dispierc'd,
And now is Yorke in Armes, to second him.
I pray thee Buckingham go and meete him,
And aske him what's the reason of these Armes:
Tell him, Ile send Duke Edmund to the Tower,
2715 And Somerset we will commit thee thither,
Vntill his Army be dismist from him.

Somerset.

My Lord,

Ile yeelde my selfe to prison willingly,

Or vnto death, to do my Countrey good.

King.

2720 In any case, be not to rough in termes,

For he is fierce, and cannot brooke hard Language.

Buc.

I will my Lord, and doubt not so to deale,

As all things shall redound vnto your good.

King.

Come wife, let's in, and learne to gouern better,

2725 For yet may England curse my wretched raigne.

Flourish.

Exeunt.

Enter [p. 143] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

[Act 4, Scene 10]

Enter Cade.

Cade.

2726Fye on Ambitions: fie on my selfe, that haue a [l. 2727] sword, and yet am ready to famish. These fiue daies haue [l. 2728] I hid me in these Woods, and durst not peepe out, for all [l. 2729] the Country is laid for me: but now am I so hungry, that [l. 2730] if I might haue a Lease of my life for a thousand yeares, I [l. 2731] could stay no longer. Wherefore on a Bricke wall haue [l. 2732] I climb'd into this Garden, to see if I can eate Grasse, or [l. 2733] picke a Sallet another while, which is not amisse to coole [l. 2734] a mans stomacke this hot weather: and I think this word [l. 2735] Sallet was borne to do me good: for many a time but for [l. 2736] a Sallet, my braine‑pan had bene cleft with a brown Bill; [l. 2737] and many a time when I haue beene dry, & brauely mar [l. 2738] ching, it hath serued me insteede of a quart pot to drinke [l. 2739] in: and now the word Sallet must serue me to feed on.

Enter Iden.

Iden.
2740 Lord, who would liue turmoyled in the Court,
And may enioy such quiet walkes as these?
This small inheritance my Father left me,
Contenteth me, and worth a Monarchy.
I seeke not to waxe great by others warning,
2745 Or gather wealth I care not with what enuy:
Sufficeth, that I haue maintaines my state,
And sends the poore well pleased from my gate.

Cade.

2748Heere's the Lord of the soile come to seize me [l. 2749] for a stray, for entering his Fee‑simple without leaue. A [l. 2750] Villaine, thou wilt betray me, and get a 1000. Crownes [l. 2751] of the King by carrying my head to him, but Ile make [l. 2752] thee eate Iron like an Ostridge, and swallow my Sword [l. 2753] like a great pin ere thou and I part.

Iden.
Why rude Companion, whatsoere thou be,
2755 I know thee not, why then should I betray thee?
Is't not enough to breake into my Garden,
And like a Theefe to come to rob my grounds:
Climbing my walles inspight of me the Owner,
But thou wilt braue me with these sawcie termes?

Cade.

2760Braue thee? I by the best blood that ever was [l. 2761] broach'd, and beard thee to. Looke on mee well, I haue [l. 2762] eate no meate these fiue dayes, yet come thou and thy [l. 2763] fiue men, and if I doe not leaue you all as dead as a doore [l. 2764] naile, I pray God I may never eate grasse more.

Iden.
2765 Nay, it shall nere be said, while England stands,
That Alexander Iden an Esquire of Kent,
Tooke oddes to combate a poore famisht man.
Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine,
See if thou canst out‑face me with thy lookes:
2770 Set limbe to limbe, and thou art farre the lesser:
Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,
Thy legge a sticke compared with this Truncheon,
My foote shall fight with all the strength thou hast,
And if mine arme be heaued in the Ayre,
2775 Thy graue is digged already in the earth:
As for words, whose greatnesse answer's words,
Let this my sword report what speech forbeares.

Cade.

2778By my Valour: the most compleate Champi [l. 2779] on that euer I heard. Steele, if thou turne the edge, or [l. 2780] cut not out the burly bon'd Clowne in chines of Beefe, [l. 2781] ere thou sleepe in thy Sheath, I beseech Ioue on my knees [l. 2782] thou mayst be turned to Hobnailes.

Heere they Fight.

2783O I am slaine, Famine and no other hath slaine me, let ten [l. 2784] thousand diuelles come against me, and giue me but the [l. 2785] ten meales I haue lost, and I'de defie them all. Wither [l. 2786] Garden, and be henceforth a burying place to all that do [l. 2787] dwell in this house, because the unconquered soule of [l. 2788] Cade is fled.

Iden.
Is't Cade that I haue slain, that monstrous traitor?
2790 Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deede,
And hang thee o're my Tombe, when I am dead.
Ne're shall this blood be wiped from thy point,
But thou shalt weare it as a Heralds coate,
To emblaze the Honor that thy Master got.

Cade.

2795Iden farewell, and be proud of thy victory: Tell [l. 2796] Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all [l. 2797] the World to be Cowards: For I that neuer feared any, [l. 2798] am vanquished by Famine, not by Valour.

Dyes.

Id.
How much thou wrong'st me, heauen be my iudge;
2800 Die damned Wretch, the curse of her that bare thee:
And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
So wish I, I might thrust thy soule to hell.
Hence will I dragge thee headlong by the heeles
Vnto a dunghill, which shall be thy graue,
2805 And there cut off thy most vngracious head,
Which I will beare in triumph to the King,
Leaving thy trunke for Crowes to feed upon.

Exit.

Enter Yorke, and his Army of Irish, with
Drum and Colours.

Yor.
From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
And plucke the Crowne from feeble Henries head.
2810 Ring Belles alowd, burne Bonfires cleare and bright
To entertaine great Englands lawfull King.
Ah Santa Maiestas! who would not buy thee deere?
Let them obey, that knowes not how to Rule.
This hand was made to handle nought but Gold.
2815 I cannot giue due action to my words,
Except a Sword or Scepter ballance it.
A Scepter shall it haue, haue I a soule,
On which Ile tosse the Fleure‑de‑Luce of France.
Enter Buckingham.
Whom haue we heere? Buckingham to disturbe me?
2820 The king hath sent him sure: I must dissemble.

Buc.

Yorke, if thou meanest wel, I greet thee well.

Yor.

Humfrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.

Art thou a Messenger, or come of pleasure.

Buc.
A Messenger from Henry, our dread Liege,
2825 To know the reason of these Armes in peace.
Or why, thou being a Subiect, as I am,
Against thy Oath, and true Allegeance sworne,
Should raise so great a power without his leaue?
Or dare to bring thy Force so neere the Court?

Yor.

2830 Scarse can I speake, my Choller is so great.

Oh I could hew up Rockes, and fight with Flint,

I am so angry at these abiect tearmes.

And now like Aiax Telamonius,

On Sheepe or Oxen could I spend my furie.

2835 I am farre better borne then is the king:

More like a King, more Kingly in my thoughts.

But I must make faire weather yet a while,

Till Henry be more weake, and I more strong.

Buckingham, I prethee pardon me,

2840 That I haue giuen no answer all this while:

My minde was troubled with deepe Melancholly.

The cause why I haue brought this Armie hither,

o2 Is [p. 144] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

Is to remoue proud Somerset from the King,

Seditious to his Grace, and to the State.

Buc.

2845 That is too much presumption on thy part:

But if thy Armes be to no other end,

The King hath yeelded vnto thy demand:

The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

Yorke.

Vpon thine Honor is he Prisoner?

Buck.

2850 Vpon mine Honor he is Prisoner.

Yorke.
Then Buckingham I do dismisse my Powres.
Souldiers, I thanke you all: disperse your selues:
Meet me to morrow in Saint Georges Field,
You shall haue pay, and euery thing you wish.
2855 And let my Soueraigne, vertuous Henry,
Command my eldest sonne, nay all my sonnes,
As pledges of my Fealtie and Loue,
Ile send them all as willing as I liue:
Lands, Goods, Horse, Armor, any thing I haue
2860 Is his to vse, so Somerset may die.

Buc.

Yorke, I commend this kinde submission,

We twaine will go into his Highnesse Tent.

Enter King and Attendants.

King.

Buckingham, doth Yorke intend no harme to vs

That thus he marcheth with thee arme in arme?

Yorke.

2865 In all submission and humility,

Yorke doth present himselfe vnto your Highnesse.

Then what intends these Forces thou dost bring?

Yor.

To heaue the Traitor Somerset from hence,

And fight against that monstrous Rebell Cade,

2870 Who since I heard to be discomfited.

Enter Iden with Cades head.

Iden.

If one so rude, and of so meane condition

May passe into the presence of a King:

Loe, I present your Grace a Traitors head,

The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.

King.

2875 The head of Cade? Great God, how iust art thou?

Oh let me view his Visage being dead,

That liuing wrought me such exceeding trouble.

Tell me my Friend, art thou the man that slew him?

Iden.

I was, an't like your Maiesty.

King.

2880 How art thou call'd? And what is thy degree?

Iden.

Alexander Iden, that's my name,

A poore Esquire of Kent, that loues his King.

Buc.

So please it you my Lord, 'twere not amisse

He were created Knight for his good seruice.

King.

2885 Iden, kneele downe, rise vp a Knight:

We giue thee for reward a thousand Markes,

And will, that thou henceforth attend on vs.

Iden.

May Iden liue to merit such a bountie,

And neuer liue but true vnto his Liege.

Enter Queene and Somerset.

2890 See Buckingham, Somerset comes with th'Queene,

Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke.

Qu.

For thousand Yorkes he shall not hide his head,

But boldly stand, and front him to his face.

Yor.
How now? is Somerset at libertie?
2895 Then Yorke vnloose thy long imprisoned thoughts,
And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart.
Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
                     
False King, why hast thou broken faith with me,
Knowing how hardly I can brooke abuse?
2900 King did I call thee? No: thou art not King:
Not fit to gouerne and rule multitudes,
Which dar'st not, no nor canst not rule a Traitor.
That Head of thine doth not become a Crowne:
Thy Hand is made to graspe a Palmers staffe,
2905 And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter.
That Gold, must round engirt these browes of mine,
Whose Smile and Frowne, like to Achilles Speare
Is able with the change, to kill and cure.
Heere is a hand to hold a Scepter vp,
2910 And with the same to acte controlling Lawes:
Giue place: by heauen thou shalt rule no more
O're him, whom heauen created for thy Ruler.

Som.

O monstrous Traitor! I arrest thee Yorke

Of Capitall Treason 'gainst the King and Crowne:

2915 Obey audacious Traitor, kneele for Grace.

York.
Wold'st haue me kneele? First let me ask of thee,
If they can brooke I bow a knee to man:
Sirrah, call in my sonne to be my bale:
I know ere they will haue me go to Ward,
2920 They'l pawne their swords of my infranchisement.

Qu.

Call hither Clifford, bid him come amaine,

To say, if that the Bastard boyes of Yorke

Shall be the Surety for their Traitor Father.

Yorke.

O blood‑bespotted Neopolitan,

2925 Out‑cast of Naples, Englands bloody Scourge,

The sonnes of Yorke, thy betters in their birth,

Shall be their Fathers baile, and bane to those

That for my Surety will refuse the Boyes.

Enter Edward and Richard.

See where they come, Ile warrant they'l make it good.

Enter Clifford.

Qu.

2930 And here comes Clifford to deny their baile.

Clif.

Health, and all happinesse to my Lord the King.

Yor.

I thanke thee Clifford: Say, what newes with thee?

Nay, do not fright vs with an angry looke:

We are thy Soueraigne Clifford, kneele againe;

2935 For thy mistaking so, We pardon thee.

Clif.

This is my King Yorke, I do not mistake,

But thou mistakes me much to thinke I do,

To Bedlem with him, is the man growne mad.

King.

I Clifford, a Bedlem and ambitious humor

2940 Makes him oppose himselfe against his King.

Clif.

He is a Traitor, let him to the Tower,

And chop away that factious pate of his.

Qu.

He is ~~atrested~~ arrested, but will not obey:

His sonnes (he sayes) shall giue their words for him.

Yor.

2945 Will you not Sonnes?

Edw.

I Noble Father, if our words will serue.

Rich.

And if words will not, then our Weapons shal.

Clif.

Why what a brood of Traitors haue we heere?

Yorke.
Looke in a Glasse, and call thy Image so.
2950 I am thy King, and thou a false‑heart Traitor:
Call hither to the stake my two braue Beares,
That with the very shaking of their Chaines,
They may astonish these fell‑lurking Curres,
Bid Salsbury and Warwicke come to me.

Enter the Earles of Warwicke, and
Salisbury.

Clif.

2955 Are these thy Beares? Wee'l bate thy Bears to death,

And manacle the Berard in their Chaines,

If thou dar'st bring them to the bayting place.

Rich.

Oft haue I seene a hot ore‑weening Curre,

Run backe and bite, because he was with‑held,

2960 Who being suffer'd with the Beares fell paw,

Hath clapt his taile, betweene his legges and cride,

And such a peece of seruice will you do,

If [p. 145] The second Part of Henry the Sixt.

If you oppose your selues to match Lord Warwicke.

Clif.

Hence heape of wrath, foule indigested lumpe,

2965 As crooked in thy manners, as thy shape.

Yor.

Nay we shall heate you thorowly anon.

Clif.

Take heede least by your heate you burne your
selues:

King.
Why Warwicke, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Old Salsbury, shame to thy siluer haire,
2970 Thou mad misleader of thy brain‑sicke sonne,
What wilt thou on thy death‑bed play the Russian?
And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles?
                     
Oh where is Faith? Oh, where is Loyalty?
If it be banisht from the frostie head,
2975 Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth?
Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre,
And shame thine honourable Age with blood?
Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
Or wherefore doest abuse it, if thou hast it?
2980 For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me,
That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age.

Sal.

My Lord, I haue considered with my selfe

The Title of this most renowned Duke,

And in my conscience, do repute his grace

2985 The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall feate.

King.

Hast thou not sworne Allegeance vnto me?

Sal.

I haue.

Ki.

Canst thou dispense with heauen for such an oath?

Sal.
It is great sinne, to sweare vnto a sinne:
2990 But greater sinne to keepe a sinfull oath:
Who can be bound by any solemne Vow
To do a murd'rous deede, to rob a man,
To force a spotlesse Virgins Chastitie,
To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie,
2995 To wring the Widdow from her custom'd right,
And haue no other reason for this wrong,
But that he was bound by a solemne Oath?

Qu.

A subtle Traitor needs no Sophister.

King.

Call Buckingham, and bid him arme himselfe.

Yorke.

3000 Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,

I am resolu'd for death and dignitie.

Old Clif.

The first I warrant thee, if dreames proue true

War.

You were best to go to bed, and dreame againe,

To keepe thee from the Tempest of the field.

Old Clif.

3005 I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme,

Then any thou canst coniure vp to day:

And that Ile write vpon thy Burgonet,

Might I but know thee by thy housed Badge.

War.
Now by my Fathers badge, old Neuils Crest,
3010 The rampant Beare chain'd to the ragged staffe,
This day Ile weare aloft my Burgonet,
As on a Mountaine top, the Cedar shewes,
That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme,
Euen io affright thee with the view thereof.

Old Clif.

3015 And from thy Burgonet Ile rend thy Beare,

And tread it vnder foot with all contempt,

Despight the Bearard, that protects the Beare.

Yo. Clif.

And so to Armes victorious Father,

To quell the Rebels, and their Complices.

Rich.

3020 Fie, Charitie for shame, speake not in spight,

For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night.

Yo Clif.

Foule stygmaticke that's more then thou
canst tell.

Ric.

If not in heauen, you'l surely sup in hell.

Exeunt

[Act 5, Scene 2]

Enter Warwicke.

War.
Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwicke calles:
3025 And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare,
Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum,
And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre,
Clifford I say, come forth and fight with me,
Proud Northerne Lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
3030 Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes.

Enter Yorke.

War.

How now my Noble Lord? What all a‑foot.

Yor.

The deadly handed Clifford slew my steed:

But match to match I haue encountred him,

And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes

3035 Euen of the bonnie beast he loued so well.

Enter Clifford.

War.

Of one or both of vs the time is come.

Yor.

Hold Warwick: seek thee out some other chace

For I my selfe must hunt this Deere to death.

War.

Than nobly Yorke, 'tis for a Crown thou fightst:

3040 As I intend Clifford to thriue to day,

It greeues my soule to leaue theee vnassail'd.

Exit War.

Clif.

What seest thou in me Yorke?

Why dost thou pause?

Yorke.

With thy braue bearing should I be in loue,

3045 But that thou art so fast mine enemie.

Clif.

Nor should thy prowesse want praise & esteeme,

But that 'tis shewne ignobly, and in Treason.

Yorke.

So let it helpe me now against thy sword,

As I in iustice, and true right expresse it.

Clif.

3050 My soule and bodie on the action both.

Yor.

A dreadfull lay, addresse thee instantly.

Clif.

La fin Corrone les eumenes.

Yor.

Thus Warre hath giuen thee peace, for yu art still,

Peace with his soule, heauen if it be thy will.

Enter yong Clifford.

Clif.
3055 Shame and Confusion all is on the rout,
Feare frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Where it should guard. O Warre, thou sonne of hell,
Whom angry heauens do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosomes of our part,
3060 Hot Coales of Vengeance. Let no Souldier flye.
He that is truly dedicate to Warre,
Hath no selfe‑loue: nor he that loues himselfe,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance
The name of Valour. O let the vile world end,
3065 And the premised Flames of the Last day,
Knit earth and heauen together.
Now let the generall Trumpet blow his blast,
Particularities, and pettie sounds
To cease. Was't thou ordain'd (deere Father)
3070 To loose thy youth in peace, and to atcheeue
The Siluer Liuery of aduised Age,
And in thy Reuerence, and thy Chaire‑dayes, thus
To die in Ruffian battell? Euen at this sight,
My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
3075 It shall be stony. Yorke, not our old men spares;
No more will I their Babes, Teares Virginall,
Shall be to me, euen as the Dew to Fire,
And Beautie, that the Tyrant oft reclaimes,
Shall to my flaming wrath, be Oyle and Flax:
3080 Henceforth, I will not haue to do with pitty.
Meet I an infant of the house of Yorke,
Into as many gobbits will I cut it
As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did.
In cruelty, will I seeke out my Fame.
3085 Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords house:
As did Æneas old Anchyses beare,
So beare I thee vpon my manly shoulders:
But then Æneas bare a liuing loade;
o3Nothing[p. 146]The second Part of Henry the Sixt.Nothing so heauy as these woes of mine.

Enter Richard, and Somerset to fight.

Rich.
3090 So lye thou there:
For vnderneath an Ale‑house paltry signe,
The Castle in Saint 
                        Albons, Somerset
Hath made the Wizard famous in his death:
Sword, hold thy temper; Heart, be wrathfull still:
3095 Priests pray for enemies, but Princes kill.

Fight. Excursions.

Enter King, Queene, and others.

Qu.

Away my Lord, you are slow, for shame away.

King.

Can we outrun the Heauens? Good Margaret
stay.

Qu.
What are you made of? You'l nor fight nor fly:
Now is it manhood, wisedome, and defence,
3100 To[.]giue the enemy way, and to secure vs
By what we can, which can no more but flye.
Alarum a farre off.
If you be tane, we then should see the bottome
Of all our Fortunes: but if we haply scape,
(As well we may, if not through your neglect)
3105 We shall to London get, where you are lou'd,
And where this breach now in our Fortunes made
May readily be stopt.

Enter Clifford.

Clif.
But that my hearts on future mischeefe set,
I would speake blasphemy ere bid you flye:
3110 But flye you must: Vncureable discomfite
Reignes in the hearts of all our present parts.
Away for your releefe, and we will liue
To see their day, and them our Fortune giue.
Away my Lord, away.

Exeunt

[Act 5, Scene 3]

Alarum. Retreat. Enter Yorke, Richard, Warwicke,
and Soldiers, with Drum & Colours.

Yorke.
3115 Of Salsbury, who can report of him,
That Winter Lyon, who in rage forgets
Aged contusions, and all brush of Time:
And like a Gallant, in the brow of youth,
Repaires him with Occasion. This happy day
3120 Is not it selfe, nor haue we wonne one foot,
If Salsbury be lost.

Rich.
My Noble Father:
Three times to day I holpe him to his horse,
Three times bestrid him: Thrice I led him off,
3125 Perswaded him from any further act:
But still where danger was, still there I met him,
And like rich hangings in a homely house,
So was his Will, in his old feeble body,
But Noble as he is, looke where he comes.

Enter Salisbury.

Sal.
3130 Now by my Sword, well hast thou fought to day:
By'th'Masse so did we all. I thanke you Richard.
God knowes how long it is I haue to liue:
And it hath pleas'd him that three times to day
You haue defended me from imminent death.
3135 Well Lords, we haue not got that which we haue,
'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
Being opposites of such repayring Nature.

Yorke.
I know our safety is to follow them,
For (as I heare) the King is fled to London,
3140 To call a present Court of Parliament:
Let vs pursue him ere the Writs go forth.
What sayes Lord Warwicke, shall we after them?
                     

War.
After them: nay before them if we can:
Now by my hand (Lords) 'twas a glorious day.
3145 Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke,
Shall be eterniz'd in all Age to come.
Sound Drumme and Trumpets, and to London all,
And more such dayes as these, to vs befall.

Exeunt.

FINIS.