Henry VI, Part 2


William Shakespeare

Henry VI, Part 2 is a historical drama that takes place during the 15th century in England. The play is centered around the reign of King Henry VI and the political turmoil that surrounds him. The country is in a state of chaos as various factions fight for power and control.

The play opens with the Duke of Gloucester, who is the king's uncle, being accused of treason. He is arrested and later killed, sparking further unrest in the country. Meanwhile, the king is struggling to maintain control and is easily manipulated by those around him.

One of the main conflicts in the play is the power struggle between the Duke of York and the current king. The Duke of York believes he has a rightful claim to the throne and begins to gather support from other nobles. This leads to a series of battles and political maneuverings as the two sides try to gain the upper hand.

The play also explores the role of women in politics, particularly through the character of Margaret of Anjou. She is the queen of England and becomes a key player in the political game, using her intelligence and cunning to try to secure power for her husband.

As the play progresses, the situation in England becomes increasingly dire. The country is torn apart by war and the king's mental state begins to deteriorate. Ultimately, the Duke of York emerges as the victor, but the play ends with a sense of uncertainty and unrest, suggesting that the conflict is far from over.

Act I

Act 1 of Henry VI, Part 2 follows the events surrounding the reign of King Henry VI. The play begins with the death of the Duke of Gloucester, which is rumored to have been caused by the Queen and her allies. The Duke's death leads to a power struggle between the nobles, with some accusing the Queen of witchcraft.

Meanwhile, the Earl of Suffolk is trying to arrange a marriage between Henry VI and Margaret of Anjou, a move that is opposed by the Duke of York and other nobles who believe that Margaret is an unsuitable match for the king. The Duke of York also believes that he has a claim to the throne and is plotting to overthrow Henry VI.

As tensions rise, the nobles begin to pick sides and form alliances. The Earl of Warwick and the Duke of Somerset are on the Queen's side, while the Duke of York has the support of the Earl of Salisbury and the Earl of Warwick's brother, the Earl of Montague.

The act ends with a confrontation between the Duke of York and the Duke of Somerset, which escalates into a physical fight. The Queen and her supporters intervene and put an end to the fight, but it is clear that the tensions between the nobles are only going to get worse as the play continues.

SCENE I. London. The palace.

In Scene 1 of Act 1 of Henry VI, Part 2, a group of nobles gather in the palace to discuss the state of affairs in England. They are concerned about the ongoing conflict with France and the loss of English territories. They also talk about the recent death of King Henry V and the ascension of his young son, King Henry VI, to the throne.

The Duke of Gloucester, who is the young king's uncle and the brother of the late king, expresses his concern about the influence of the queen, who is French, over the young king. He accuses her of scheming to give away English territories to France and of being unfaithful to her late husband.

The Earl of Suffolk defends the queen and suggests that she should be given a chance to prove her loyalty to England. He also proposes that the young king should marry Margaret of Anjou, a French princess, to secure peace between England and France.

The nobles are divided on the issue, with some supporting Gloucester and others supporting Suffolk. The scene ends with the arrival of the young king, who is greeted with reverence by the nobles.

Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and CARDINAL, on the one side; QUEEN MARGARET, SUFFOLK, YORK, SOMERSET, and BUCKINGHAM, on the other

As by your high imperial majesty
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I had in charge at my depart for France,
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As procurator to your excellence,
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To marry Princess Margaret for your grace,
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So, in the famous ancient city, Tours,
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In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil,
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The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne and Alencon,
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Seven earls, twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops,
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I have perform'd my task and was espoused:
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And humbly now upon my bended knee,
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In sight of England and her lordly peers,
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Deliver up my title in the queen
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To your most gracious hands, that are the substance
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Of that great shadow I did represent;
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The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,
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The fairest queen that ever king received.
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Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:
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I can express no kinder sign of love
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Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life,
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Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
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For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
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A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
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If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
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Great King of England and my gracious lord,
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The mutual conference that my mind hath had,
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By day, by night, waking and in my dreams,
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In courtly company or at my beads,
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With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign,
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Makes me the bolder to salute my king
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With ruder terms, such as my wit affords
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And over-joy of heart doth minister.
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Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech,
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Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty,
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Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys;
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Such is the fulness of my heart's content.
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Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
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(Kneeling) Long live Queen Margaret, England's
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We thank you all.
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My lord protector, so it please your grace,
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Here are the articles of contracted peace
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Between our sovereign and the French king Charles,
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For eighteen months concluded by consent.
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(Reads) 'Imprimis, it is agreed between the French
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king Charles, and William de la Pole, Marquess of
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Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, that
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the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret,
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daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia and
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Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the
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thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, that the duchy
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of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released
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and delivered to the king her father'--
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Lets the paper fall

Uncle, how now!
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Pardon me, gracious lord;
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Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart
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And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further.
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Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.
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(Reads) 'Item, It is further agreed between them,
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that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be
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released and delivered over to the king her father,
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and she sent over of the King of England's own
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proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.'
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They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down:
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We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,
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And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
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We here discharge your grace from being regent
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I' the parts of France, till term of eighteen months
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Be full expired. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
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Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,
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Salisbury, and Warwick;
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We thank you all for the great favour done,
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In entertainment to my princely queen.
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Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
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To see her coronation be perform'd.
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Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,
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To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief,
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Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
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What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,
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His valour, coin and people, in the wars?
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Did he so often lodge in open field,
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In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
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To conquer France, his true inheritance?
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And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,
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To keep by policy what Henry got?
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Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,
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Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,
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Received deep scars in France and Normandy?
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Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself,
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With all the learned council of the realm,
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Studied so long, sat in the council-house
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Early and late, debating to and fro
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How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
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And had his highness in his infancy
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Crowned in Paris in despite of foes?
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And shall these labours and these honours die?
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Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance,
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Your deeds of war and all our counsel die?
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O peers of England, shameful is this league!
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Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,
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Blotting your names from books of memory,
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Razing the characters of your renown,
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Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,
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Undoing all, as all had never been!
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Nephew, what means this passionate discourse,
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This peroration with such circumstance?
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For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.
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Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can;
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But now it is impossible we should:
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Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,
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Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine
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Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style
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Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
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Now, by the death of Him that died for all,
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These counties were the keys of Normandy.
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But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
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For grief that they are past recovery:
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For, were there hope to conquer them again,
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My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
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Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both;
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Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer:
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And are the cities, that I got with wounds,
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Delivered up again with peaceful words?
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Mort Dieu!
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For Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate,
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That dims the honour of this warlike isle!
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France should have torn and rent my very heart,
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Before I would have yielded to this league.
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I never read but England's kings have had
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Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives:
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And our King Henry gives away his own,
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To match with her that brings no vantages.
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A proper jest, and never heard before,
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That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth
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For costs and charges in transporting her!
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She should have stayed in France and starved
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in France, Before--
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My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot:
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It was the pleasure of my lord the King.
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My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind;
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'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
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But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.
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Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face
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I see thy fury: if I longer stay,
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We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
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Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,
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I prophesied France will be lost ere long.
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So, there goes our protector in a rage.
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'Tis known to you he is mine enemy,
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Nay, more, an enemy unto you all,
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And no great friend, I fear me, to the king.
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Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,
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And heir apparent to the English crown:
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Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
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And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
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There's reason he should be displeased at it.
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Look to it, lords! let not his smoothing words
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Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect.
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What though the common people favour him,
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Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of
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Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,
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'Jesu maintain your royal excellence!'
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With 'God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!'
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I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,
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He will be found a dangerous protector.
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Why should he, then, protect our sovereign,
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He being of age to govern of himself?
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Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,
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And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk,
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We'll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat.
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This weighty business will not brook delay:
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I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.
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Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride
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And greatness of his place be grief to us,
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Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal:
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His insolence is more intolerable
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Than all the princes in the land beside:
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If Gloucester be displaced, he'll be protector.
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Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector,
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Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.
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Pride went before, ambition follows him.
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While these do labour for their own preferment,
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Behoves it us to labour for the realm.
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I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester
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Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
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Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal,
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More like a soldier than a man o' the church,
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As stout and proud as he were lord of all,
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Swear like a ruffian and demean himself
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Unlike the ruler of a commonweal.
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Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age,
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Thy deeds, thy plainness and thy housekeeping,
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Hath won the greatest favour of the commons,
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Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey:
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And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
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In bringing them to civil discipline,
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Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
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When thou wert regent for our sovereign,
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Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people:
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Join we together, for the public good,
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In what we can, to bridle and suppress
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The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal,
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With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition;
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And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey's deeds,
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While they do tend the profit of the land.
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So God help Warwick, as he loves the land,
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And common profit of his country!
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(Aside) And so says York, for he hath greatest cause.
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Then let's make haste away, and look unto the main.
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Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost;
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That Maine which by main force Warwick did win,
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And would have kept so long as breath did last!
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Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,
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Which I will win from France, or else be slain,
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Anjou and Maine are given to the French;
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Paris is lost; the state of Normandy
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Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
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Suffolk concluded on the articles,
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The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased
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To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter.
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I cannot blame them all: what is't to them?
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'Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
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Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage
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And purchase friends and give to courtezans,
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Still revelling like lords till all be gone;
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While as the silly owner of the goods
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Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands
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And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof,
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While all is shared and all is borne away,
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Ready to starve and dare not touch his own:
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So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue,
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While his own lands are bargain'd for and sold.
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Methinks the realms of England, France and Ireland
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Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood
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As did the fatal brand Althaea burn'd
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Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.
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Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!
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Cold news for me, for I had hope of France,
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Even as I have of fertile England's soil.
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A day will come when York shall claim his own;
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And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts
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And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey,
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And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown,
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For that's the golden mark I seek to hit:
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Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
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Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,
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Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
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Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown.
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Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve:
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Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,
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To pry into the secrets of the state;
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Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
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With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen,
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And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars:
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Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
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With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed;
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And in my standard bear the arms of York
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To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
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And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,
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Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.
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In Scene 2 of Act 1, a group of nobles are discussing the recent death of the Duke of Gloucester. They suspect foul play and accuse the Queen and her allies of being responsible for his death. The Earl of Suffolk defends the Queen and suggests that they should focus on the ongoing conflict with France instead of internal politics. The Duke of York enters and reveals his ambition to claim the throne, claiming that he is the rightful heir and that the current king is unfit to rule. The nobles are skeptical of his claims and argue amongst themselves. The scene ends with the nobles agreeing to meet again and continue their discussion.


Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn,
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Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load?
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Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
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As frowning at the favours of the world?
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Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,
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Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
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What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem,
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Enchased with all the honours of the world?
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If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
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Until thy head be circled with the same.
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Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
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What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine:
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And, having both together heaved it up,
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We'll both together lift our heads to heaven,
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And never more abase our sight so low
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As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
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O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
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Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.
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And may that thought, when I imagine ill
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Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
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Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
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My troublous dream this night doth make me sad.
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What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it
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With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.
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Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court,
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Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot,
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But, as I think, it was by the cardinal;
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And on the pieces of the broken wand
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Were placed the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,
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And William de la Pole, first duke of Suffolk.
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This was my dream: what it doth bode, God knows.
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Tut, this was nothing but an argument
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That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove
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Shall lose his head for his presumption.
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But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
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Methought I sat in seat of majesty
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In the cathedral church of Westminster,
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And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd;
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Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel'd to me
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And on my head did set the diadem.
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Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
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Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,
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Art thou not second woman in the realm,
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And the protector's wife, beloved of him?
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Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
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Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
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And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
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To tumble down thy husband and thyself
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From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
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Away from me, and let me hear no more!
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What, what, my lord! are you so choleric
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With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
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Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
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And not be cheque'd.
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Nay, be not angry; I am pleased again.
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Enter Messenger

My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure
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You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's,
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Where as the king and queen do mean to hawk.
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I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
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Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
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Follow I must; I cannot go before,
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While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
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Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
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I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks
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And smooth my way upon their headless necks;
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And, being a woman, I will not be slack
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To play my part in Fortune's pageant.
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Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man,
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We are alone; here's none but thee and I.
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Enter HUME

Jesus preserve your royal majesty!
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What say'st thou? majesty! I am but grace.
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But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,
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Your grace's title shall be multiplied.
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What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr'd
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With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
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With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
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And will they undertake to do me good?
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This they have promised, to show your highness
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A spirit raised from depth of under-ground,
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That shall make answer to such questions
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As by your grace shall be propounded him.
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It is enough; I'll think upon the questions:
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When from St. Alban's we do make return,
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We'll see these things effected to the full.
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Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,
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With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
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Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold;
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Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume!
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Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum:
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The business asketh silent secrecy.
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Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:
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Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
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Yet have I gold flies from another coast;
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I dare not say, from the rich cardinal
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And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,
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Yet I do find it so; for to be plain,
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They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour,
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Have hired me to undermine the duchess
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And buz these conjurations in her brain.
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They say 'A crafty knave does need no broker;'
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Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker.
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Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
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To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
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Well, so it stands; and thus, I fear, at last
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Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck,
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And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall:
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Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
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SCENE III. The palace.

Scene 3 of Act 1 starts with the arrival of the Duke of Gloucester and the Bishop of Winchester at Cardinal Beaufort's house. The Duke of Gloucester is upset because the Cardinal has been meddling in the affairs of the state and he believes that he has too much power. The Bishop of Winchester defends the Cardinal, and the two men argue.

While they are arguing, the Earl of Suffolk arrives and tells them that the King wants to see them. The three men leave to go to the King's palace.

At the palace, the King expresses his concern about the ongoing war with France. He wants to make peace, but the Duke of Gloucester and the Bishop of Winchester have different ideas about what should be done. The Duke of Gloucester suggests that they continue to fight, while the Bishop of Winchester thinks that they should make peace.

The Earl of Suffolk suggests that they send someone to France to negotiate a peace treaty. The King agrees and asks the Duke of Gloucester to go. The Duke of Gloucester is reluctant to go, but he eventually agrees.

Before he leaves, the Duke of Gloucester warns the King about the Cardinal and his ambition. The King promises to keep an eye on him, and the Duke of Gloucester leaves for France.

The scene ends with the King and the Bishop of Winchester discussing the Duke of Gloucester's warning. The Bishop of Winchester assures the King that the Cardinal is loyal to him, but the King seems unsure.

Enter three or four Petitioners, PETER, the Armourer's man, being one

First Petitioner
My masters, let's stand close: my lord protector
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will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver
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our supplications in the quill.
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Second Petitioner
Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man!
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Jesu bless him!
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Here a' comes, methinks, and the queen with him.
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I'll be the first, sure.
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Second Petitioner
Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and
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not my lord protector.
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How now, fellow! would'st anything with me?
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First Petitioner
I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my lord
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(Reading) 'To my Lord Protector!' Are your
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supplications to his lordship? Let me see them:
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what is thine?
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First Petitioner
Mine is, an't please your grace, against John
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Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my
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house, and lands, and wife and all, from me.
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Thy wife, too! that's some wrong, indeed. What's
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yours? What's here!
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'Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the
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commons of Melford.' How now, sir knave!
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Second Petitioner
Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.
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(Giving his petition) Against my master, Thomas
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Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful
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heir to the crown.
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What sayst thou? did the Duke of York say he was
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rightful heir to the crown?
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That my master was? no, forsooth: my master said
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that he was, and that the king was an usurper.
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Who is there?
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Take this fellow in, and send for
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his master with a pursuivant presently: we'll hear
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more of your matter before the King.
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Exit Servant with PETER

And as for you, that love to be protected
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Under the wings of our protector's grace,
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Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.
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Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go.
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Come, let's be gone.
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My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,
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Is this the fashion in the court of England?
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Is this the government of Britain's isle,
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And this the royalty of Albion's king?
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What shall King Henry be a pupil still
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Under the surly Gloucester's governance?
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Am I a queen in title and in style,
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And must be made a subject to a duke?
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I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours
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Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love
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And stolest away the ladies' hearts of France,
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I thought King Henry had resembled thee
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In courage, courtship and proportion:
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But all his mind is bent to holiness,
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To number Ave-Maries on his beads;
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His champions are the prophets and apostles,
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His weapons holy saws of sacred writ,
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His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
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Are brazen images of canonized saints.
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I would the college of the cardinals
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Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome,
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And set the triple crown upon his head:
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That were a state fit for his holiness.
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Madam, be patient: as I was cause
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Your highness came to England, so will I
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In England work your grace's full content.
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Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort,
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The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham,
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And grumbling York: and not the least of these
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But can do more in England than the king.
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And he of these that can do most of all
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Cannot do more in England than the Nevils:
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Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.
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Not all these lords do vex me half so much
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As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife.
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She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies,
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More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife:
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Strangers in court do take her for the queen:
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She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
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And in her heart she scorns our poverty:
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Shall I not live to be avenged on her?
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Contemptuous base-born callet as she is,
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She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,
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The very train of her worst wearing gown
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Was better worth than all my father's lands,
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Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.
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Madam, myself have limed a bush for her,
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And placed a quire of such enticing birds,
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That she will light to listen to the lays,
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And never mount to trouble you again.
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So, let her rest: and, madam, list to me;
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For I am bold to counsel you in this.
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Although we fancy not the cardinal,
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Yet must we join with him and with the lords,
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Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.
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As for the Duke of York, this late complaint
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Will make but little for his benefit.
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So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last,
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And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
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For my part, noble lords, I care not which;
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Or Somerset or York, all's one to me.
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If York have ill demean'd himself in France,
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Then let him be denay'd the regentship.
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If Somerset be unworthy of the place,
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Let York be regent; I will yield to him.
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Whether your grace be worthy, yea or no,
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Dispute not that: York is the worthier.
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Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
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The cardinal's not my better in the field.
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All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.
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Warwick may live to be the best of all.
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Peace, son! and show some reason, Buckingham,
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Why Somerset should be preferred in this.
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Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.
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Madam, the king is old enough himself
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To give his censure: these are no women's matters.
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If he be old enough, what needs your grace
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To be protector of his excellence?
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Madam, I am protector of the realm;
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And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.
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Resign it then and leave thine insolence.
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Since thou wert king--as who is king but thou?--
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The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck;
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The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas;
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And all the peers and nobles of the realm
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Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.
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The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags
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Are lank and lean with thy extortions.
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Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire
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Have cost a mass of public treasury.
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Thy cruelty in execution
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Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,
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And left thee to the mercy of the law.
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They sale of offices and towns in France,
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If they were known, as the suspect is great,
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Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.
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Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not?
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I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?
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Was't I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:
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Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
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I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
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Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.
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Against her will! good king, look to't in time;
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She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
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Though in this place most master wear no breeches,
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She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged.
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Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
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And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
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She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs,
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She'll gallop far enough to her destruction.
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Now, lords, my choler being over-blown
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With walking once about the quadrangle,
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I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
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As for your spiteful false objections,
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Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
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But God in mercy so deal with my soul,
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As I in duty love my king and country!
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But, to the matter that we have in hand:
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I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man
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To be your regent in the realm of France.
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Before we make election, give me leave
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To show some reason, of no little force,
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That York is most unmeet of any man.
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I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:
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First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride;
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Next, if I be appointed for the place,
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My Lord of Somerset will keep me here,
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Without discharge, money, or furniture,
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Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands:
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Last time, I danced attendance on his will
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Till Paris was besieged, famish'd, and lost.
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That can I witness; and a fouler fact
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Did never traitor in the land commit.
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Peace, headstrong Warwick!
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Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?
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Enter HORNER, the Armourer, and his man PETER, guarded

Because here is a man accused of treason:
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Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!
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Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?
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What mean'st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these?
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Please it your majesty, this is the man
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That doth accuse his master of high treason:
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His words were these: that Richard, Duke of York,
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Was rightful heir unto the English crown
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And that your majesty was a usurper.
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Say, man, were these thy words?
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An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor
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thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am
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falsely accused by the villain.
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By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to
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me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my
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Lord of York's armour.
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Base dunghill villain and mechanical,
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I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech.
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I do beseech your royal majesty,
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Let him have all the rigor of the law.
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Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words.
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My accuser is my 'prentice; and when I did correct
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him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his
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knees he would be even with me: I have good
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witness of this: therefore I beseech your majesty,
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do not cast away an honest man for a villain's
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Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?
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This doom, my lord, if I may judge:
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Let Somerset be regent over the French,
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Because in York this breeds suspicion:
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And let these have a day appointed them
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For single combat in convenient place,
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For he hath witness of his servant's malice:
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This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's doom.
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I humbly thank your royal majesty.
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And I accept the combat willingly.
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Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity
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my case. The spite of man prevaileth against me. O
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Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to
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fight a blow. O Lord, my heart!
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Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.
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Away with them to prison; and the day of combat
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shall be the last of the next month. Come,
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Somerset, we'll see thee sent away.
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Flourish. Exeunt


In Scene 4 of Act 1, a group of commoners gathers in a public place to discuss the state of affairs in the kingdom. They decry the corruption and ineffectiveness of the ruling class and express their hope that a new leader will emerge to set things right. Suddenly, a group of soldiers enters and announces that the Duke of Gloucester has been arrested for treason. The commoners are shocked and dismayed, as they had seen Gloucester as a champion of the people. They speculate about the true reasons for his arrest and worry about what it means for the future of the kingdom. One of the soldiers reveals that Gloucester's accuser is none other than the powerful Cardinal Beaufort, which only adds to their suspicion that something underhanded is going on. As they continue to discuss the situation, they are interrupted by the arrival of the Duke of York, who has come to offer his own take on the matter. He argues that Gloucester's arrest is part of a larger power struggle between rival factions within the ruling class, and that the commoners must choose a side if they want to have any say in their own fate. The scene ends with the commoners unsure of what to do next, but feeling a sense of unease and uncertainty about the future.


Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects
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performance of your promises.
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Master Hume, we are therefore provided: will her
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ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?
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Ay, what else? fear you not her courage.
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I have heard her reported to be a woman of an
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invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient,
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Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be
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busy below; and so, I pray you, go, in God's name,
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and leave us.
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Mother Jourdain, be you
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prostrate and grovel on the earth; John Southwell,
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read you; and let us to our work.
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Enter the DUCHESS aloft, HUME following

Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this
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gear the sooner the better.
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Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
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Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
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The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
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The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl,
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And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves,
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That time best fits the work we have in hand.
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Madam, sit you and fear not: whom we raise,
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We will make fast within a hallow'd verge.
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Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads, Conjuro te, c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth


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By the eternal God, whose name and power
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Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;
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For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.
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Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done!
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'First of the king: what shall of him become?'
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Reading out of a paper

The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
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But him outlive, and die a violent death.
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As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer

'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?'
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By water shall he die, and take his end.
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'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?'
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Let him shun castles;
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Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
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Than where castles mounted stand.
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Have done, for more I hardly can endure.
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Descend to darkness and the burning lake!
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False fiend, avoid!
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Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit

Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM with their Guard and break in

Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.
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Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an inch.
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What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal
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Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains:
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My lord protector will, I doubt it not,
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See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
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Not half so bad as thine to England's king,
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Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause.
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True, madam, none at all: what call you this?
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Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close.
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And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us.
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Stafford, take her to thee.
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We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.
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All, away!
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Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well:
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A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!
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Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
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What have we here?
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'The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
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But him outlive, and die a violent death.'
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Why, this is just
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'Aio te, AEacida, Romanos vincere posse.'
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Well, to the rest:
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'Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?
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By water shall he die, and take his end.
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What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?
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Let him shun castles;
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Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
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Than where castles mounted stand.'
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Come, come, my lords;
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These oracles are hardly attain'd,
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And hardly understood.
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The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's,
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With him the husband of this lovely lady:
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Thither go these news, as fast as horse can
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carry them:
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A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.
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Your grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York,
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To be the post, in hope of his reward.
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At your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within
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there, ho!
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Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
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To sup with me to-morrow night. Away!
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Act II

Act 2 of Henry VI, Part 2 begins with King Henry VI facing several challenges to his rule as the Duke of York continues to plot against him. York has gathered a group of supporters and they are planning to overthrow the king and take the throne for themselves. Meanwhile, the queen is also facing pressure from the Duke of Somerset who is vying for power and influence in the court.

As tensions continue to rise, the Earl of Warwick arrives and offers to mediate between the warring factions. However, his efforts are in vain as the Duke of York and his supporters refuse to back down. In an effort to quell the unrest, King Henry VI agrees to meet with York and hear his grievances.

During the meeting, York accuses the queen and her allies of corrupting the king and leading the country towards ruin. He demands that he be made king instead and that the queen's allies be punished for their crimes. However, the king refuses to give in to his demands and instead orders him to return to his duties as the Duke of York.

The act ends with the Duke of York and his supporters leaving the meeting in anger and vowing to continue their quest for the throne. The stage is set for further conflict and political maneuvering as the various factions in the court jostle for power and influence.

SCENE I. Saint Alban's.

Scene 1 of Act 2 takes place in the palace of the Duke of Gloucester in London, England. The Duke is shown reading a letter that he received from his wife, Eleanor, who is currently in France. The letter informs him that she has met with the Duke of Suffolk and they have come to an agreement to have the Duke of Gloucester arrested for treason.

Upon reading the letter, the Duke of Gloucester becomes angry and frustrated. He believes that he has done nothing wrong and is being unjustly accused of treason. He sends a messenger to the King to inform him of the situation and to request a meeting with him as soon as possible.

While waiting for the King's response, the Duke of Gloucester is visited by the Cardinal and the Bishop of Winchester. They inform him that they have evidence that he has been involved in treasonous activities and that he will be arrested. The Duke protests his innocence, but the Cardinal and the Bishop are adamant that he be taken into custody.

Just as the Duke of Gloucester is about to be arrested, the King arrives and demands to know what is going on. The Duke explains the situation and pleads his innocence. The King is sympathetic to the Duke and vows to investigate the matter further. He orders the Cardinal and the Bishop of Winchester to leave and promises the Duke that he will do everything in his power to clear his name.

The scene ends with the Duke of Gloucester expressing his gratitude to the King and vowing to prove his innocence.


Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,
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I saw not better sport these seven years' day:
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Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
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And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
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But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
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And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
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To see how God in all his creatures works!
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Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
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No marvel, an it like your majesty,
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My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
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They know their master loves to be aloft,
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And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
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My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
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That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
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I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
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Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that?
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Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
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The treasury of everlasting joy.
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Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
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Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
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Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
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That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
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What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?
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Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
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Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;
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With such holiness can you do it?
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No malice, sir; no more than well becomes
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So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.
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As who, my lord?
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Why, as you, my lord,
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An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
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Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.
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And thy ambition, Gloucester.
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I prithee, peace, good queen,
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And whet not on these furious peers;
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For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
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Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
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Against this proud protector, with my sword!
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(Aside to CARDINAL) Faith, holy uncle, would
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'twere come to that!
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(Aside to GLOUCESTER) Marry, when thou darest.
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(Aside to CARDINAL) Make up no factious
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numbers for the matter;
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In thine own person answer thy abuse.
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(Aside to GLOUCESTER) Ay, where thou darest
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not peep: an if thou darest,
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This evening, on the east side of the grove.
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How now, my lords!
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Believe me, cousin Gloucester,
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Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,
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We had had more sport.
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Come with thy two-hand sword.
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True, uncle.
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(Aside to GLOUCESTER) Are ye advised? the
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east side of the grove?
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(Aside to CARDINAL) Cardinal, I am with you.
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Why, how now, uncle Gloucester!
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Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.
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Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this,
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Or all my fence shall fail.
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(Aside to GLOUCESTER) Medice, teipsum--
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Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
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The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
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How irksome is this music to my heart!
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When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
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I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
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Enter a Townsman of Saint Alban's, crying 'A miracle!'

What means this noise?
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Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
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A miracle! a miracle!
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Come to the king and tell him what miracle.
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Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine,
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Within this half-hour, hath received his sight;
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A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
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Now, God be praised, that to believing souls
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Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
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Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's and his brethren, bearing SIMPCOX, between two in a chair, SIMPCOX's Wife following

Here comes the townsmen on procession,
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To present your highness with the man.
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Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
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Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
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Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king;
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His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
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Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
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That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
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What, hast thou been long blind and now restored?
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Born blind, an't please your grace.
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Ay, indeed, was he.
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What woman is this?
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His wife, an't like your worship.
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Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have
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better told.
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Where wert thou born?
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At Berwick in the north, an't like your grace.
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Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee:
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Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
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But still remember what the Lord hath done.
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Tell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance,
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Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
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God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
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A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,
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By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simpcox, come,
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Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'
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Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
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Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
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What, art thou lame?
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Ay, God Almighty help me!
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How camest thou so?
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A fall off of a tree.
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A plum-tree, master.
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How long hast thou been blind?
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Born so, master.
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What, and wouldst climb a tree?
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But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
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Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.
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Mass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst
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venture so.
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Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,
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And made me climb, with danger of my life.
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A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.
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Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:
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In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
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Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and
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Saint Alban.
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Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?
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Red, master; red as blood.
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Why, that's well said. What colour is my gown of?
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Black, forsooth: coal-black as jet.
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Why, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?
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And yet, I think, jet did he never see.
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But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many.
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Never, before this day, in all his life.
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Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?
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Alas, master, I know not.
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What's his name?
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I know not.
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Nor his?
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No, indeed, master.
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What's thine own name?
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Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
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Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in
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Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou
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mightest as well have known all our names as thus to
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name the several colours we do wear. Sight may
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distinguish of colours, but suddenly to nominate them
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all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here
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hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his
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cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple
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to his legs again?
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O master, that you could!
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My masters of Saint Alban's, have you not beadles in
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your town, and things called whips?
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Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.
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Then send for one presently.
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Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.
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Exit an Attendant

Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now, sirrah,
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if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me
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over this stool and run away.
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Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone:
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You go about to torture me in vain.
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Enter a Beadle with whips

Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah
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beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
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I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your
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doublet quickly.
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Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.
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After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry, 'A miracle!'

O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?
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It made me laugh to see the villain run.
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Follow the knave; and take this drab away.
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Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.
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Let them be whipped through every market-town, till
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they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
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Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, c

Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
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True; made the lame to leap and fly away.
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But you have done more miracles than I;
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You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
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What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
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Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
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A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
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Under the countenance and confederacy
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Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
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The ringleader and head of all this rout,
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Have practised dangerously against your state,
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Dealing with witches and with conjurers:
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Whom we have apprehended in the fact;
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Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,
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Demanding of King Henry's life and death,
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And other of your highness' privy-council;
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As more at large your grace shall understand.
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(Aside to GLOUCESTER) And so, my lord protector,
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by this means
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Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.
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This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge;
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'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.
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Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart:
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Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
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And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,
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Or to the meanest groom.
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O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
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Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
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Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest.
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And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
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Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,
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How I have loved my king and commonweal:
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And, for my wife, I know not how it stands;
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Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:
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Noble she is, but if she have forgot
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Honour and virtue and conversed with such
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As, like to pitch, defile nobility,
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I banish her my bed and company
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And give her as a prey to law and shame,
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That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name.
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Well, for this night we will repose us here:
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To-morrow toward London back again,
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To look into this business thoroughly
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And call these foul offenders to their answers
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And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
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Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.
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Flourish. Exeunt

SCENE II. London. YORK'S garden.

Scene 2 of Act 2 takes place in France, where the English lords are seeking to negotiate with the French queen to end the war. However, tensions are high as the French queen is still mourning the loss of her husband and is hesitant to make any deals with the English.

The Duke of Gloucester, representing the English, tries to persuade the queen to agree to their terms, but she remains stubborn. The Earl of Suffolk, however, takes a different approach and tries to woo the queen with his charm and wit. He presents her with gifts and flatters her, hoping to win her favor and secure a peace treaty.

Meanwhile, in the background, a group of French rebels plot to overthrow the queen and take control of the country. They believe that the English will be easier to defeat than their own queen, and they plan to use the chaos of the war to their advantage.

The scene ends with the French queen still undecided about whether or not to make a deal with the English, while the rebels continue to plot and scheme in the shadows.


Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,
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Our simple supper ended, give me leave
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In this close walk to satisfy myself,
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In craving your opinion of my title,
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Which is infallible, to England's crown.
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My lord, I long to hear it at full.
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Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good,
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The Nevils are thy subjects to command.
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Then thus:
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Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons:
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The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales;
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The second, William of Hatfield, and the third,
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Lionel Duke of Clarence: next to whom
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Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;
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The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York;
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The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester;
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William of Windsor was the seventh and last.
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Edward the Black Prince died before his father
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And left behind him Richard, his only son,
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Who after Edward the Third's death reign'd as king;
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Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,
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The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,
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Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth,
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Seized on the realm, deposed the rightful king,
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Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came,
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And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
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Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously.
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Father, the duke hath told the truth:
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Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
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Which now they hold by force and not by right;
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For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead,
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The issue of the next son should have reign'd.
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But William of Hatfield died without an heir.
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The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line
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I claimed the crown, had issue, Philippe, a daughter,
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Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March:
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Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March;
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Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne and Eleanor.
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This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,
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As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;
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And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
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Who kept him in captivity till he died.
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But to the rest.
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His eldest sister, Anne,
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My mother, being heir unto the crown
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Married Richard Earl of Cambridge; who was son
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To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son.
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By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir
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To Roger Earl of March, who was the son
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Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe,
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Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence:
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So, if the issue of the elder son
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Succeed before the younger, I am king.
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What plain proceeding is more plain than this?
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Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
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The fourth son; York claims it from the third.
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Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign:
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It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee
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And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.
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Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together;
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And in this private plot be we the first
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That shall salute our rightful sovereign
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With honour of his birthright to the crown.
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Long live our sovereign Richard, England's king!
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We thank you, lords. But I am not your king
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Till I be crown'd and that my sword be stain'd
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With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster;
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And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,
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But with advice and silent secrecy.
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Do you as I do in these dangerous days:
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Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence,
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At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,
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At Buckingham and all the crew of them,
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Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock,
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That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey:
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'Tis that they seek, and they in seeking that
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Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.
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My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.
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My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick
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Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.
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And, Nevil, this I do assure myself:
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Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick
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The greatest man in England but the king.
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SCENE III. A hall of justice.

In Act 2 Scene 3, two characters discuss the current political situation. One character expresses concern over the power of the Duke of Gloucester, who has gained a lot of influence in the royal court. The other character suggests that the Duke's power is only temporary and that the king will eventually regain control.

As they continue to talk, a messenger arrives with news about a battle that has taken place. The English have won, but the victory is bittersweet. Many soldiers have been killed, and the French have taken the English nobleman Lord Talbot as a prisoner.

The characters lament the loss of Lord Talbot, who they consider to be one of the greatest warriors in England. They also worry that his capture will embolden the French and lead to more losses for the English army.

The scene ends with the characters discussing their plans for the future. They vow to continue fighting for their country, even in the face of adversity. They believe that with enough determination and perseverance, they can overcome any obstacle and emerge victorious in the end.


Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife:
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In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
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Receive the sentence of the law for sins
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Such as by God's book are adjudged to death.
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You four, from hence to prison back again;
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From thence unto the place of execution:
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The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes,
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And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.
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You, madam, for you are more nobly born,
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Despoiled of your honour in your life,
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Shall, after three days' open penance done,
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Live in your country here in banishment,
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With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.
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Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.
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Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee:
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I cannot justify whom the law condemns.
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Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
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Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
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Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!
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I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;
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Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.
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Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,
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Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself
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Protector be; and God shall be my hope,
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My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet:
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And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
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Than when thou wert protector to thy King.
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I see no reason why a king of years
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Should be to be protected like a child.
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God and King Henry govern England's realm.
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Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.
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My staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff:
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As willingly do I the same resign
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As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
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And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it
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As others would ambitiously receive it.
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Farewell, good king: when I am dead and gone,
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May honourable peace attend thy throne!
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Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen;
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And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself,
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That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at once;
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His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off.
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This staff of honour raught, there let it stand
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Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.
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Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;
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Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.
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Lords, let him go. Please it your majesty,
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This is the day appointed for the combat;
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And ready are the appellant and defendant,
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The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
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So please your highness to behold the fight.
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Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore
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Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
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O God's name, see the lists and all things fit:
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Here let them end it; and God defend the right!
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I never saw a fellow worse bested,
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Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
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The servant of this armourer, my lords.
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Enter at one door, HORNER, the Armourer, and his Neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him and his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; and at the other door PETER, his man, with a drum and sand-bag, and 'Prentices drinking to him

First Neighbour
Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of
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sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough.
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Second Neighbour
And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.
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Third Neighbour
And here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour:
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drink, and fear not your man.
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Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; and
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a fig for Peter!
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First 'Prentice
Here, Peter, I drink to thee: and be not afraid.
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Second 'Prentice
Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master: fight
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for credit of the 'prentices.
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I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I pray
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you; for I think I have taken my last draught in
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this world. Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee
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my apron: and, Will, thou shalt have my hammer:
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and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O
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Lord bless me! I pray God! for I am never able to
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deal with my master, he hath learnt me so much fence already.
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Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows.
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Sirrah, what's thy name?
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Peter, forsooth.
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Peter! what more?
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Thump! then see thou thump thy master well.
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Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man's
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instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an
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honest man: and touching the Duke of York, I will
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take my death, I never meant him any ill, nor the
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king, nor the queen: and therefore, Peter, have at
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thee with a downright blow!
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Dispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double.
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Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants!
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Alarum. They fight, and PETER strikes him down

Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.
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Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the
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good wine in thy master's way.
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O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this presence?
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O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!
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Go, take hence that traitor from our sight;
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For his death we do perceive his guilt:
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And God in justice hath revealed to us
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The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,
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Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully.
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Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.
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Sound a flourish. Exeunt

SCENE IV. A street.

The scene opens with the entrance of the Duke of Gloucester and his wife, the Duchess. The Duchess is deeply distressed and asks her husband to help her avenge the death of their son who was killed in battle. Gloucester promises to do whatever it takes to bring justice to their son's death.

The conversation is interrupted by the arrival of a messenger who brings news that the Duke of Suffolk has been captured and is being held in custody. Gloucester is pleased with this news and sees it as an opportunity to bring the traitor to justice.

The Duchess urges her husband to act quickly and punish Suffolk for his crimes. Gloucester agrees and decides to gather a council of lords to decide the fate of Suffolk. He sends word to the Lord Protector, the Duke of York, to attend the council meeting.

The scene ends with Gloucester and the Duchess discussing their plans to bring justice to their son's death and punish those who are responsible for it.

Enter GLOUCESTER and his Servingmen, in mourning cloaks

Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
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And after summer evermore succeeds
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Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
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So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
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Sirs, what's o'clock?
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Ten, my lord.
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Ten is the hour that was appointed me
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To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess:
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Uneath may she endure the flinty streets,
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To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
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Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
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The abject people gazing on thy face,
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With envious looks, laughing at thy shame,
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That erst did follow thy proud chariot-wheels
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When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
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But, soft! I think she comes; and I'll prepare
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My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.
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Enter the DUCHESS in a white sheet, and a taper burning in her hand; with STANLEY, the Sheriff, and Officers

So please your grace, we'll take her from the sheriff.
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No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by.
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Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?
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Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze!
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See how the giddy multitude do point,
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And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee!
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Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful looks,
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And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,
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And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!
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Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.
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Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!
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For whilst I think I am thy married wife
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And thou a prince, protector of this land,
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Methinks I should not thus be led along,
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Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back,
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And followed with a rabble that rejoice
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To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans.
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The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,
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And when I start, the envious people laugh
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And bid me be advised how I tread.
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Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?
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Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world,
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Or count them happy that enjoy the sun?
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No; dark shall be my light and night my day;
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To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
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Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife,
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And he a prince and ruler of the land:
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Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was
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As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,
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Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock
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To every idle rascal follower.
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But be thou mild and blush not at my shame,
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Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death
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Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will;
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For Suffolk, he that can do all in all
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With her that hateth thee and hates us all,
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And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest,
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Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,
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And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee:
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But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,
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Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.
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Ah, Nell, forbear! thou aimest all awry;
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I must offend before I be attainted;
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And had I twenty times so many foes,
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And each of them had twenty times their power,
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All these could not procure me any scathe,
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So long as I am loyal, true and crimeless.
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Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach?
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Why, yet thy scandal were not wiped away
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But I in danger for the breach of law.
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Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
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I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience;
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These few days' wonder will be quickly worn.
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Enter a Herald

I summon your grace to his majesty's parliament,
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Holden at Bury the first of this next month.
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And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before!
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This is close dealing. Well, I will be there.
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My Nell, I take my leave: and, master sheriff,
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Let not her penance exceed the king's commission.
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An't please your grace, here my commission stays,
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And Sir John Stanley is appointed now
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To take her with him to the Isle of Man.
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Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here?
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So am I given in charge, may't please your grace.
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Entreat her not the worse in that I pray
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You use her well: the world may laugh again;
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And I may live to do you kindness if
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You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell!
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What, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!
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Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.
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Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Servingmen

Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee!
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For none abides with me: my joy is death;
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Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd,
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Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
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Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence;
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I care not whither, for I beg no favour,
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Only convey me where thou art commanded.
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Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man;
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There to be used according to your state.
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That's bad enough, for I am but reproach:
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And shall I then be used reproachfully?
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Like to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's lady;
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According to that state you shall be used.
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Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare,
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Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.
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It is my office; and, madam, pardon me.
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Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged.
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Come, Stanley, shall we go?
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Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet,
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And go we to attire you for our journey.
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My shame will not be shifted with my sheet:
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No, it will hang upon my richest robes
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And show itself, attire me how I can.
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Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison.
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Act 3 of Henry VI, Part 2 is a pivotal moment in the play's plot. The story follows the ongoing conflict between the House of Lancaster and the House of York during the Wars of the Roses in 15th century England.

In this act, tensions between the two houses escalate as the Duke of York and his supporters openly rebel against King Henry VI and his government. The Duke of York believes that he has a rightful claim to the throne, and he begins to gather an army to challenge the king's authority.

Meanwhile, Queen Margaret and her allies struggle to maintain their power and protect the king from York's forces. They engage in a series of political maneuvers and negotiations, attempting to rally support from other noble families and prevent York from gaining too much strength.

The climax of the act comes when York confronts the king in battle at St. Albans. The two sides clash violently, with many casualties on both sides. Despite their best efforts, the queen and her supporters are unable to prevent York from securing a decisive victory.

The act ends with York victorious but uncertain about his next move. He knows that the queen and her allies will not give up easily, and that more bloodshed is likely to come. The stage is set for further conflict and upheaval as the fate of the kingdom hangs in the balance.

SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.

Scene 1 of Act 3 begins with King Henry VI talking to his advisors about the current political situation. He is informed that the Duke of York has rebelled against him and is on his way to London with an army. The king is worried about the safety of the city and orders his men to prepare for battle.

Meanwhile, the Duke of York arrives outside the city with his army and is met by his sons, Edward and Richard. They discuss their plan to overthrow the king and take the throne for themselves. The Duke of York believes he has a legitimate claim to the throne and feels that King Henry VI is an ineffective ruler.

As the battle begins, the Duke of York and his sons prove to be skilled warriors and are able to gain the upper hand. However, the tide of the battle turns when the Earl of Warwick arrives with reinforcements to support the king. With the help of the Earl of Warwick, King Henry VI's army is able to defeat the Duke of York's forces.

After the battle, the Duke of York is captured and brought before the king. King Henry VI orders him to be executed for his treasonous actions. However, before he is executed, the Duke of York delivers a powerful speech about his loyalty to England and his belief that he was fighting for what was best for the country. His sons vow to avenge his death and continue their quest for the throne.


I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come:
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'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,
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Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.
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Can you not see? or will ye not observe
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The strangeness of his alter'd countenance?
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With what a majesty he bears himself,
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How insolent of late he is become,
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How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself?
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We know the time since he was mild and affable,
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And if we did but glance a far-off look,
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Immediately he was upon his knee,
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That all the court admired him for submission:
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But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,
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When every one will give the time of day,
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He knits his brow and shows an angry eye,
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And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
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Disdaining duty that to us belongs.
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Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
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But great men tremble when the lion roars;
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And Humphrey is no little man in England.
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First note that he is near you in descent,
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And should you fall, he as the next will mount.
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Me seemeth then it is no policy,
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Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears
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And his advantage following your decease,
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That he should come about your royal person
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Or be admitted to your highness' council.
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By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts,
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And when he please to make commotion,
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'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.
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Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
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Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden
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And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
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The reverent care I bear unto my lord
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Made me collect these dangers in the duke.
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If it be fond, call it a woman's fear;
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Which fear if better reasons can supplant,
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I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the duke.
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My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,
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Reprove my allegation, if you can;
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Or else conclude my words effectual.
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Well hath your highness seen into this duke;
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And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
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I think I should have told your grace's tale.
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The duchess, by his subornation,
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Upon my life, began her devilish practises:
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Or, if he were not privy to those faults,
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Yet, by reputing of his high descent,
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As next the king he was successive heir,
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And such high vaunts of his nobility,
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Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess
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By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall.
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Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
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And in his simple show he harbours treason.
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The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
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No, no, my sovereign; Gloucester is a man
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Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit.
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Did he not, contrary to form of law,
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Devise strange deaths for small offences done?
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And did he not, in his protectorship,
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Levy great sums of money through the realm
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For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it?
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By means whereof the towns each day revolted.
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Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown.
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Which time will bring to light in smooth
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Duke Humphrey.
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My lords, at once: the care you have of us,
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To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot,
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Is worthy praise: but, shall I speak my conscience,
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Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent
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From meaning treason to our royal person
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As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove:
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The duke is virtuous, mild and too well given
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To dream on evil or to work my downfall.
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Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance!
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Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrowed,
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For he's disposed as the hateful raven:
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Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him,
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For he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf.
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Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit?
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Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all
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Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.
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All health unto my gracious sovereign!
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Welcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France?
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That all your interest in those territories
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Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.
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Cold news, Lord Somerset: but God's will be done!
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(Aside) Cold news for me; for I had hope of France
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As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
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Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud
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And caterpillars eat my leaves away;
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But I will remedy this gear ere long,
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Or sell my title for a glorious grave.
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All happiness unto my lord the king!
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Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long.
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Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon,
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Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art:
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I do arrest thee of high treason here.
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Well, Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush
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Nor change my countenance for this arrest:
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A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.
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The purest spring is not so free from mud
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As I am clear from treason to my sovereign:
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Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty?
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'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France,
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And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay;
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By means whereof his highness hath lost France.
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Is it but thought so? what are they that think it?
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I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,
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Nor ever had one penny bribe from France.
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So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,
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Ay, night by night, in studying good for England,
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That doit that e'er I wrested from the king,
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Or any groat I hoarded to my use,
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Be brought against me at my trial-day!
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No; many a pound of mine own proper store,
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Because I would not tax the needy commons,
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Have I disbursed to the garrisons,
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And never ask'd for restitution.
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It serves you well, my lord, to say so much.
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I say no more than truth, so help me God!
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In your protectorship you did devise
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Strange tortures for offenders never heard of,
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That England was defamed by tyranny.
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Why, 'tis well known that, whiles I was
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Pity was all the fault that was in me;
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For I should melt at an offender's tears,
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And lowly words were ransom for their fault.
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Unless it were a bloody murderer,
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Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers,
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I never gave them condign punishment:
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Murder indeed, that bloody sin, I tortured
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Above the felon or what trespass else.
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My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:
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But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,
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Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.
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I do arrest you in his highness' name;
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And here commit you to my lord cardinal
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To keep, until your further time of trial.
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My lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope
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That you will clear yourself from all suspect:
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My conscience tells me you are innocent.
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Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:
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Virtue is choked with foul ambition
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And charity chased hence by rancour's hand;
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Foul subornation is predominant
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And equity exiled your highness' land.
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I know their complot is to have my life,
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And if my death might make this island happy,
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And prove the period of their tyranny,
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I would expend it with all willingness:
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But mine is made the prologue to their play;
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For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
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Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.
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Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice,
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And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate;
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Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his tongue
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The envious load that lies upon his heart;
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And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,
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Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
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By false accuse doth level at my life:
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And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,
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Causeless have laid disgraces on my head,
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And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up
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My liefest liege to be mine enemy:
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Ay, all you have laid your heads together--
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Myself had notice of your conventicles--
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And all to make away my guiltless life.
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I shall not want false witness to condemn me,
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Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt;
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The ancient proverb will be well effected:
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'A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.'
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My liege, his railing is intolerable:
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If those that care to keep your royal person
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From treason's secret knife and traitors' rage
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Be thus upbraided, chid and rated at,
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And the offender granted scope of speech,
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'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace.
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Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here
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With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd,
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As if she had suborned some to swear
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False allegations to o'erthrow his state?
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But I can give the loser leave to chide.
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Far truer spoke than meant: I lose, indeed;
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Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false!
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And well such losers may have leave to speak.
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He'll wrest the sense and hold us here all day:
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Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.
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Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure.
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Ah! thus King Henry throws away his crutch
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Before his legs be firm to bear his body.
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Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side,
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And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first.
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Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were!
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For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear.
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Exit, guarded

My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,
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Do or undo, as if ourself were here.
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What, will your highness leave the parliament?
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Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with grief,
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Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes,
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My body round engirt with misery,
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For what's more miserable than discontent?
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Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see
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The map of honour, truth and loyalty:
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And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come
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That e'er I proved thee false or fear'd thy faith.
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What louring star now envies thy estate,
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That these great lords and Margaret our queen
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Do seek subversion of thy harmless life?
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Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong;
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And as the butcher takes away the calf
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And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays,
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Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house,
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Even so remorseless have they borne him hence;
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And as the dam runs lowing up and down,
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Looking the way her harmless young one went,
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And can do nought but wail her darling's loss,
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Even so myself bewails good Gloucester's case
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With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm'd eyes
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Look after him and cannot do him good,
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So mighty are his vowed enemies.
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His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan
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Say 'Who's a traitor? Gloucester he is none.'
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Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, and YORK; SOMERSET remains apart

Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams.
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Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
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Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show
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Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile
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With sorrow snares relenting passengers,
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Or as the snake roll'd in a flowering bank,
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With shining chequer'd slough, doth sting a child
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That for the beauty thinks it excellent.
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Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I--
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And yet herein I judge mine own wit good--
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This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world,
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To rid us of the fear we have of him.
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That he should die is worthy policy;
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But yet we want a colour for his death:
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'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law.
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But, in my mind, that were no policy:
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The king will labour still to save his life,
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The commons haply rise, to save his life;
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And yet we have but trivial argument,
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More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.
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So that, by this, you would not have him die.
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Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I!
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'Tis York that hath more reason for his death.
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But, my lord cardinal, and you, my Lord of Suffolk,
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Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,
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Were't not all one, an empty eagle were set
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To guard the chicken from a hungry kite,
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As place Duke Humphrey for the king's protector?
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So the poor chicken should be sure of death.
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Madam, 'tis true; and were't not madness, then,
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To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
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Who being accused a crafty murderer,
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His guilt should be but idly posted over,
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Because his purpose is not executed.
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No; let him die, in that he is a fox,
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By nature proved an enemy to the flock,
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Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood,
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As Humphrey, proved by reasons, to my liege.
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And do not stand on quillets how to slay him:
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Be it by gins, by snares, by subtlety,
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Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,
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So he be dead; for that is good deceit
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Which mates him first that first intends deceit.
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Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke.
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Not resolute, except so much were done;
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For things are often spoke and seldom meant:
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But that my heart accordeth with my tongue,
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Seeing the deed is meritorious,
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And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,
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Say but the word, and I will be his priest.
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But I would have him dead, my Lord of Suffolk,
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Ere you can take due orders for a priest:
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Say you consent and censure well the deed,
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And I'll provide his executioner,
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I tender so the safety of my liege.
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Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing.
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And so say I.
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And I and now we three have spoke it,
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It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.
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Enter a Post

Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain,
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To signify that rebels there are up
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And put the Englishmen unto the sword:
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Send succors, lords, and stop the rage betime,
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Before the wound do grow uncurable;
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For, being green, there is great hope of help.
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A breach that craves a quick expedient stop!
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What counsel give you in this weighty cause?
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That Somerset be sent as regent thither:
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'Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd;
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Witness the fortune he hath had in France.
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If York, with all his far-fet policy,
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Had been the regent there instead of me,
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He never would have stay'd in France so long.
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No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done:
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I rather would have lost my life betimes
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Than bring a burthen of dishonour home
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By staying there so long till all were lost.
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Show me one scar character'd on thy skin:
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Men's flesh preserved so whole do seldom win.
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Nay, then, this spark will prove a raging fire,
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If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with:
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No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still:
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Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,
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Might happily have proved far worse than his.
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What, worse than nought? nay, then, a shame take all!
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And, in the number, thee that wishest shame!
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My Lord of York, try what your fortune is.
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The uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms
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And temper clay with blood of Englishmen:
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To Ireland will you lead a band of men,
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Collected choicely, from each county some,
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And try your hap against the Irishmen?
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I will, my lord, so please his majesty.
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Why, our authority is his consent,
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And what we do establish he confirms:
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Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.
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I am content: provide me soldiers, lords,
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Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.
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A charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd.
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But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.
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No more of him; for I will deal with him
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That henceforth he shall trouble us no more.
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And so break off; the day is almost spent:
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Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.
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My Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days
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At Bristol I expect my soldiers;
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For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.
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I'll see it truly done, my Lord of York.
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Exeunt all but YORK

Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
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And change misdoubt to resolution:
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Be that thou hopest to be, or what thou art
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Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying:
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Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man,
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And find no harbour in a royal heart.
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Faster than spring-time showers comes thought
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on thought,
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And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
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My brain more busy than the labouring spider
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Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
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Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,
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To send me packing with an host of men:
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I fear me you but warm the starved snake,
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Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting
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your hearts.
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'Twas men I lack'd and you will give them me:
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I take it kindly; and yet be well assured
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You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
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Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,
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I will stir up in England some black storm
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Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell;
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And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
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Until the golden circuit on my head,
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Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams,
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Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
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And, for a minister of my intent,
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I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,
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John Cade of Ashford,
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To make commotion, as full well he can,
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Under the title of John Mortimer.
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In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
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Oppose himself against a troop of kerns,
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And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts
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Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porpentine;
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And, in the end being rescued, I have seen
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Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,
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Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
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Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern,
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Hath he conversed with the enemy,
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And undiscover'd come to me again
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And given me notice of their villanies.
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This devil here shall be my substitute;
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For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
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In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:
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By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
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How they affect the house and claim of York.
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Say he be taken, rack'd and tortured,
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I know no pain they can inflict upon him
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Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
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Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will,
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Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength
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And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd;
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For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
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And Henry put apart, the next for me.
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SCENE II. Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.

Scene 2 of Act 3 takes place in a garden in London, where the King's wife, Queen Margaret, is talking with the Duke of York's wife, Duchess of York. The two women are discussing the ongoing conflict between their husbands, the King and the Duke of York, who are vying for the English crown.

Queen Margaret is angry because she believes that the Duke of York has been plotting against the King and is responsible for the deaths of several of his allies. The Duchess of York, however, defends her husband and accuses the King of being a weak ruler who has allowed his favorites to gain too much power.

The two women continue to argue, with Queen Margaret insisting that the Duke of York must be punished for his actions. The Duchess of York, meanwhile, accuses the Queen of being a foreigner who does not understand the English way of life.

Their argument is interrupted by the arrival of the Duke of York himself, who enters the garden with several of his allies. The Duke and the Queen exchange insults, with the Duke calling her a "she-wolf" and the Queen accusing him of being a traitor.

As the argument heats up, the Duke of Somerset, one of the King's allies, enters the garden and tries to intervene. However, he is quickly drawn into the argument and begins to exchange insults with the Duke of York as well.

The scene ends with the two sides still at odds, with the conflict between the King and the Duke of York seemingly no closer to resolution.

Enter certain Murderers, hastily

First Murderer
Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know
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We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded.
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Second Murderer
O that it were to do! What have we done?
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Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
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First Murder
Here comes my lord.
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Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?
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First Murderer
Ay, my good lord, he's dead.
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Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house;
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I will reward you for this venturous deed.
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The king and all the peers are here at hand.
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Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well,
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According as I gave directions?
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First Murderer
'Tis, my good lord.
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Away! be gone.
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Exeunt Murderers

Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SOMERSET, with Attendants

Go, call our uncle to our presence straight;
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Say we intend to try his grace to-day.
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If he be guilty, as 'tis published.
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I'll call him presently, my noble lord.
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Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all,
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Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester
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Than from true evidence of good esteem
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He be approved in practise culpable.
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God forbid any malice should prevail,
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That faultless may condemn a nobleman!
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Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!
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I thank thee, Meg; these words content me much.
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How now! why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou?
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Where is our uncle? what's the matter, Suffolk?
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Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead.
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Marry, God forfend!
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God's secret judgment: I did dream to-night
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The duke was dumb and could not speak a word.
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How fares my lord? Help, lords! the king is dead.
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Rear up his body; wring him by the nose.
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Run, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes!
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He doth revive again: madam, be patient.
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O heavenly God!
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How fares my gracious lord?
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Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort!
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What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me?
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Came he right now to sing a raven's note,
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Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;
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And thinks he that the chirping of a wren,
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By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
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Can chase away the first-conceived sound?
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Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words;
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Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say;
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Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting.
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Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!
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Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny
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Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.
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Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:
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Yet do not go away: come, basilisk,
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And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight;
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For in the shade of death I shall find joy;
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In life but double death, now Gloucester's dead.
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Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus?
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Although the duke was enemy to him,
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Yet he most Christian-like laments his death:
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And for myself, foe as he was to me,
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Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans
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Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,
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I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,
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Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs,
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And all to have the noble duke alive.
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What know I how the world may deem of me?
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For it is known we were but hollow friends:
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It may be judged I made the duke away;
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So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded,
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And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach.
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This get I by his death: ay me, unhappy!
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To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!
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Ah, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man!
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Be woe for me, more wretched than he is.
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What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face?
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I am no loathsome leper; look on me.
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What! art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
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Be poisonous too and kill thy forlorn queen.
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Is all thy comfort shut in Gloucester's tomb?
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Why, then, dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy.
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Erect his statue and worship it,
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And make my image but an alehouse sign.
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Was I for this nigh wreck'd upon the sea
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And twice by awkward wind from England's bank
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Drove back again unto my native clime?
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What boded this, but well forewarning wind
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Did seem to say 'Seek not a scorpion's nest,
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Nor set no footing on this unkind shore'?
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What did I then, but cursed the gentle gusts
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And he that loosed them forth their brazen caves:
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And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore,
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Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock
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Yet AEolus would not be a murderer,
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But left that hateful office unto thee:
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The pretty-vaulting sea refused to drown me,
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Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on shore,
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With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness:
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The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands
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And would not dash me with their ragged sides,
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Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they,
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Might in thy palace perish Margaret.
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As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
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When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
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I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
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And when the dusky sky began to rob
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My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
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I took a costly jewel from my neck,
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A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,
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And threw it towards thy land: the sea received it,
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And so I wish'd thy body might my heart:
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And even with this I lost fair England's view
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And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart
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And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles,
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For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
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How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue,
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The agent of thy foul inconstancy,
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To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did
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When he to madding Dido would unfold
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His father's acts commenced in burning Troy!
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Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him?
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Ay me, I can no more! die, Margaret!
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For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.
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Noise within. Enter WARWICK, SALISBURY, and many Commons

It is reported, mighty sovereign,
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That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd
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By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means.
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The commons, like an angry hive of bees
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That want their leader, scatter up and down
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And care not who they sting in his revenge.
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Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,
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Until they hear the order of his death.
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That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;
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But how he died God knows, not Henry:
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Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,
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And comment then upon his sudden death.
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That shall I do, my liege. Stay, Salisbury,
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With the rude multitude till I return.
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O Thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts,
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My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul
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Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life!
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If my suspect be false, forgive me, God,
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For judgment only doth belong to thee.
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Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips
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With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain
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Upon his face an ocean of salt tears,
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To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk,
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And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling:
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But all in vain are these mean obsequies;
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And to survey his dead and earthly image,
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What were it but to make my sorrow greater?
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Re-enter WARWICK and others, bearing GLOUCESTER'S body on a bed

Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.
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That is to see how deep my grave is made;
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For with his soul fled all my worldly solace,
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For seeing him I see my life in death.
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As surely as my soul intends to live
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With that dread King that took our state upon him
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To free us from his father's wrathful curse,
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I do believe that violent hands were laid
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Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.
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A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue!
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What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow?
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See how the blood is settled in his face.
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Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,
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Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale and bloodless,
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Being all descended to the labouring heart;
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Who, in the conflict that it holds with death,
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Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy;
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Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth
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To blush and beautify the cheek again.
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But see, his face is black and full of blood,
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His eye-balls further out than when he lived,
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Staring full ghastly like a strangled man;
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His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretched with struggling;
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His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd
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And tugg'd for life and was by strength subdued:
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Look, on the sheets his hair you see, is sticking;
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His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged,
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Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged.
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It cannot be but he was murder'd here;
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The least of all these signs were probable.
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Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?
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Myself and Beaufort had him in protection;
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And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.
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But both of you were vow'd Duke Humphrey's foes,
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And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep:
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'Tis like you would not feast him like a friend;
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And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.
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Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen
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As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death.
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Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
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And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
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But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?
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Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
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But may imagine how the bird was dead,
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Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
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Even so suspicious is this tragedy.
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Are you the butcher, Suffolk? Where's your knife?
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Is Beaufort term'd a kite? Where are his talons?
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I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men;
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But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
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That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart
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That slanders me with murder's crimson badge.
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Say, if thou darest, proud Lord of Warwick-shire,
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That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey's death.
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Exeunt CARDINAL, SOMERSET, and others

What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?
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He dares not calm his contumelious spirit
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Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,
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Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
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Madam, be still; with reverence may I say;
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For every word you speak in his behalf
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Is slander to your royal dignity.
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Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanor!
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If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,
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Thy mother took into her blameful bed
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Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
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Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
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And never of the Nevils' noble race.
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But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee
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And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,
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Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
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And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
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I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee
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Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech,
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And say it was thy mother that thou meant'st
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That thou thyself was born in bastardy;
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And after all this fearful homage done,
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Give thee thy hire and send thy soul to hell,
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Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!
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Thou shall be waking well I shed thy blood,
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If from this presence thou darest go with me.
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Away even now, or I will drag thee hence:
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Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee
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And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost.
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What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
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Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
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And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel
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Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
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A noise within

What noise is this?
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Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their weapons drawn

Why, how now, lords! your wrathful weapons drawn
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Here in our presence! dare you be so bold?
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Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
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The traitorous Warwick with the men of Bury
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Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.
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(To the Commons, entering) Sirs, stand apart;
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the king shall know your mind.
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Dread lord, the commons send you word by me,
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Unless Lord Suffolk straight be done to death,
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Or banished fair England's territories,
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They will by violence tear him from your palace
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And torture him with grievous lingering death.
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They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey died;
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They say, in him they fear your highness' death;
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And mere instinct of love and loyalty,
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Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
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As being thought to contradict your liking,
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Makes them thus forward in his banishment.
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They say, in care of your most royal person,
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That if your highness should intend to sleep
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And charge that no man should disturb your rest
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In pain of your dislike or pain of death,
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Yet, notwithstanding such a strait edict,
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Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
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That slily glided towards your majesty,
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It were but necessary you were waked,
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Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber,
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The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal;
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And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,
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That they will guard you, whether you will or no,
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From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is,
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With whose envenomed and fatal sting,
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Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
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They say, is shamefully bereft of life.
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(Within) An answer from the king, my
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Lord of Salisbury!
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'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds,
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Could send such message to their sovereign:
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But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,
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To show how quaint an orator you are:
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But all the honour Salisbury hath won
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Is, that he was the lord ambassador
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Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.
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(Within) An answer from the king, or we will all break in!
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Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me.
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I thank them for their tender loving care;
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And had I not been cited so by them,
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Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;
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For, sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
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Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means:
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And therefore, by His majesty I swear,
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Whose far unworthy deputy I am,
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He shall not breathe infection in this air
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But three days longer, on the pain of death.
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O Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk!
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Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk!
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No more, I say: if thou dost plead for him,
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Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
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Had I but said, I would have kept my word,
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But when I swear, it is irrevocable.
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If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found
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On any ground that I am ruler of,
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The world shall not be ransom for thy life.
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Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me;
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I have great matters to impart to thee.
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Mischance and sorrow go along with you!
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Heart's discontent and sour affliction
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Be playfellows to keep you company!
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There's two of you; the devil make a third!
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And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps!
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Cease, gentle queen, these execrations,
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And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.
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Fie, coward woman and soft-hearted wretch!
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Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy?
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A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?
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Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
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I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
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As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear,
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Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
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With full as many signs of deadly hate,
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As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave:
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My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
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Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
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Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract;
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Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
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And even now my burthen'd heart would break,
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Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
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Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
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Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees!
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Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks!
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Their softest touch as smart as lizards' sting!
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Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss,
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And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
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All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell--
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Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself;
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And these dread curses, like the sun 'gainst glass,
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Or like an overcharged gun, recoil,
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And turn the force of them upon thyself.
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You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?
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Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
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Well could I curse away a winter's night,
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Though standing naked on a mountain top,
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Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
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And think it but a minute spent in sport.
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O, let me entreat thee cease. Give me thy hand,
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That I may dew it with my mournful tears;
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Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,
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To wash away my woful monuments.
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O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand,
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That thou mightst think upon these by the seal,
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Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!
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So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
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'Tis but surmised whiles thou art standing by,
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As one that surfeits thinking on a want.
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I will repeal thee, or, be well assured,
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Adventure to be banished myself:
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And banished I am, if but from thee.
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Go; speak not to me; even now be gone.
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O, go not yet! Even thus two friends condemn'd
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Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves,
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Loather a hundred times to part than die.
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Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!
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Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished;
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Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee.
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'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou thence;
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A wilderness is populous enough,
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So Suffolk had thy heavenly company:
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For where thou art, there is the world itself,
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With every several pleasure in the world,
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And where thou art not, desolation.
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I can no more: live thou to joy thy life;
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Myself no joy in nought but that thou livest.
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Enter VAUX

Wither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I prithee?
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To signify unto his majesty
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That Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death;
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For suddenly a grievous sickness took him,
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That makes him gasp and stare and catch the air,
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Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth.
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Sometimes he talks as if Duke Humphrey's ghost
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Were by his side; sometime he calls the king,
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And whispers to his pillow, as to him,
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The secrets of his overcharged soul;
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And I am sent to tell his majesty
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That even now he cries aloud for him.
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Go tell this heavy message to the king.
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Ay me! what is this world! what news are these!
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But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss,
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Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure?
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Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,
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And with the southern clouds contend in tears,
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Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows?
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Now get thee hence: the king, thou know'st, is coming;
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If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.
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If I depart from thee, I cannot live;
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And in thy sight to die, what were it else
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But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
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Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
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As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe
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Dying with mother's dug between its lips:
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Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad,
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And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,
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To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth;
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So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul,
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Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
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And then it lived in sweet Elysium.
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To die by thee were but to die in jest;
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From thee to die were torture more than death:
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O, let me stay, befall what may befall!
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Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive,
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It is applied to a deathful wound.
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To France, sweet Suffolk: let me hear from thee;
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For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
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I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.
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And take my heart with thee.
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A jewel, lock'd into the wofull'st cask
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That ever did contain a thing of worth.
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Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we
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This way fall I to death.
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This way for me.
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Exeunt severally

SCENE III. A bedchamber.

In Scene 3 of Act 3, a group of rebels are discussing their plans to overthrow the king. They are joined by a messenger who brings news that their leader, Jack Cade, has been declared a traitor and that a bounty has been placed on his head. The rebels are dismayed by this news but Cade himself appears and reassures them that they will still be able to achieve their goals.

Cade then launches into a lengthy monologue in which he outlines his grievances against the king and the ruling class. He accuses them of being corrupt and selfish, and claims that they have brought England to ruin. Cade's followers are inspired by his words and pledge to follow him to the end.

As they continue to discuss their plans, a group of soldiers arrive and a battle ensues. Cade and his rebels are outnumbered and outmatched, and they are eventually defeated. Cade is captured and brought before the king, who orders him to be executed.

The scene ends with a soliloquy by the Duke of York, who is secretly plotting to take the throne for himself. He reflects on the chaos and unrest in England, and hints at his own ambitions for power.

Enter the KING, SALISBURY, WARWICK, to the CARDINAL in bed

How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to
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thy sovereign.
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If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure,
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Enough to purchase such another island,
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So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.
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Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
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Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
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Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.
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Bring me unto my trial when you will.
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Died he not in his bed? where should he die?
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Can I make men live, whether they will or no?
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O, torture me no more! I will confess.
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Alive again? then show me where he is:
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I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.
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He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
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Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright,
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Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul.
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Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary
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Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
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O thou eternal Mover of the heavens.
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Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
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O, beat away the busy meddling fiend
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That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul.
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And from his bosom purge this black despair!
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See, how the pangs of death do make him grin!
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Disturb him not; let him pass peaceably.
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Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!
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Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss,
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Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.
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He dies, and makes no sign. O God, forgive him!
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So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
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Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
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Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
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And let us all to meditation.
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Act IV

Act 4 of Henry VI, Part 2 begins with a conversation between the Duke of York and his sons. They discuss their plan to overthrow King Henry and take the throne for themselves. The Duke of York is confident in their success and instructs his sons to gather their forces.

In another scene, Queen Margaret meets with Lord Clifford and the Earl of Westmoreland. They discuss their own plans to keep the throne and defeat the Yorks. Queen Margaret is worried about the safety of her son, Prince Edward, and orders him to be taken to a safe location.

Meanwhile, the Duke of Somerset and Lord Suffolk are arrested for their role in the death of the Duke of Gloucester. They are taken to be executed, but the Queen intervenes and pardons them. The Duke of York and his forces then enter London and prepare for battle.

The two sides meet in battle and the Yorks are initially successful. However, Lord Clifford kills the Duke of York's son, Rutland, in a brutal manner. This causes the Duke of York to lose his confidence and his forces are defeated.

In the final scene, the Duke of York is captured and brought before Queen Margaret. She taunts him and orders his execution. The Duke of York accepts his fate and dies, but not before prophesying that his descendants will one day take the throne.

SCENE I. The coast of Kent.

Act 4, Scene 1 begins with King Henry VI sitting on his throne, surrounded by his advisors. The Duke of York and his army have just won a battle against the King's forces, and York is now advancing towards London. The King is distraught and unsure of what to do.

His advisors urge him to flee to safety, but Henry insists on staying and fighting for his crown. He believes that God will protect him and that he must stay true to his duty as King.

Just then, a messenger arrives with news that the Duke of Somerset has been captured by York's army. This news is devastating to the King, as Somerset is one of his closest advisors and friends. The King orders his army to attack York's forces and rescue Somerset.

However, the Duke of Suffolk suggests that they offer a ransom to York in exchange for Somerset's release. The King agrees to this plan and sends a messenger to York, offering a large sum of money in exchange for Somerset's freedom.

York receives the message and is tempted by the offer of money, but his son, Richard, urges him to continue fighting and not to make a deal with the King. York ultimately decides to reject the offer and continue his march towards London.

The scene ends with the King and his advisors still unsure of what to do, and with York and his army drawing closer to the city.

Alarum. Fight at sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter a Captain, a Master, a Master's-mate, WALTER WHITMORE, and others; with them SUFFOLK, and others, prisoners

The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day
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Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
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And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
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That drag the tragic melancholy night;
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Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings,
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Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws
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Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
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Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize;
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For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs,
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Here shall they make their ransom on the sand,
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Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore.
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Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;
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And thou that art his mate, make boot of this;
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The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share.
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First Gentleman
What is my ransom, master? let me know.
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A thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.
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And so much shall you give, or off goes yours.
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What, think you much to pay two thousand crowns,
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And bear the name and port of gentlemen?
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Cut both the villains' throats; for die you shall:
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The lives of those which we have lost in fight
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Be counterpoised with such a petty sum!
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First Gentleman
I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life.
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Second Gentleman
And so will I and write home for it straight.
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I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard,
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And therefore to revenge it, shalt thou die;
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And so should these, if I might have my will.
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Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live.
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Look on my George; I am a gentleman:
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Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.
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And so am I; my name is Walter Whitmore.
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How now! why start'st thou? what, doth
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death affright?
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Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.
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A cunning man did calculate my birth
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And told me that by water I should die:
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Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;
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Thy name is Gaultier, being rightly sounded.
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Gaultier or Walter, which it is, I care not:
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Never yet did base dishonour blur our name,
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But with our sword we wiped away the blot;
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Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge,
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Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defaced,
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And I proclaim'd a coward through the world!
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Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince,
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The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.
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The Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags!
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Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke:
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Jove sometimes went disguised, and why not I?
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But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be.
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Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry's blood,
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The honourable blood of Lancaster,
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Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.
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Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand and held my stirrup?
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Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule
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And thought thee happy when I shook my head?
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How often hast thou waited at my cup,
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Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board.
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When I have feasted with Queen Margaret?
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Remember it and let it make thee crest-fall'n,
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Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride;
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How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood
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And duly waited for my coming forth?
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This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,
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And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue.
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Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?
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First let my words stab him, as he hath me.
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Base slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.
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Convey him hence and on our longboat's side
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Strike off his head.
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Thou darest not, for thy own.
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Yes, Pole.
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Pool! Sir Pool! lord!
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Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
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Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
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Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
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For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
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Thy lips that kiss'd the queen shall sweep the ground;
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And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey's death,
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Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
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Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again:
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And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
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For daring to affy a mighty lord
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Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
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Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
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By devilish policy art thou grown great,
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And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged
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With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.
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By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France,
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The false revolting Normans thorough thee
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Disdain to call us lord, and Picardy
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Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts,
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And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
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The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
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Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,
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As hating thee, are rising up in arms:
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And now the house of York, thrust from the crown
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By shameful murder of a guiltless king
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And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,
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Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours
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Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,
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Under the which is writ 'Invitis nubibus.'
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The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
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And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
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Is crept into the palace of our king.
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And all by thee. Away! convey him hence.
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O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
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Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!
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Small things make base men proud: this villain here,
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Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
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Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.
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Drones suck not eagles' blood but rob beehives:
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It is impossible that I should die
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By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
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Thy words move rage and not remorse in me:
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I go of message from the queen to France;
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I charge thee waft me safely cross the Channel.
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Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.
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Gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I fear.
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Thou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee.
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What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?
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First Gentleman
My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair.
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Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough,
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Used to command, untaught to plead for favour.
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Far be it we should honour such as these
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With humble suit: no, rather let my head
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Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any
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Save to the God of heaven and to my king;
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And sooner dance upon a bloody pole
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Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.
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True nobility is exempt from fear:
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More can I bear than you dare execute.
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Hale him away, and let him talk no more.
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Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,
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That this my death may never be forgot!
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Great men oft die by vile bezonians:
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A Roman sworder and banditto slave
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Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand
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Stabb'd Julius Caesar; savage islanders
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Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.
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Exeunt Whitmore and others with Suffolk

And as for these whose ransom we have set,
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It is our pleasure one of them depart;
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Therefore come you with us and let him go.
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Exeunt all but the First Gentleman

Re-enter WHITMORE with SUFFOLK's body

There let his head and lifeless body lie,
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Until the queen his mistress bury it.
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First Gentleman
O barbarous and bloody spectacle!
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His body will I bear unto the king:
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If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
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So will the queen, that living held him dear.
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Exit with the body

SCENE II. Blackheath.

In Act 4, Scene 2, a group of rebels led by Jack Cade enter a garden and begin discussing their plans to overthrow the government and crown Cade as the new king. They mock the current ruling class, particularly Lord Saye and Sele, who they plan to execute for his perceived role in their oppression.

Cade then announces a series of ridiculous decrees to demonstrate his power, including changing the name of the month and forbidding anyone from using the word "sergeant" under penalty of death. Lord Saye and Sele is brought in and Cade accuses him of corruption and treason. Saye defends himself but is ultimately sentenced to death, with Cade declaring that "the first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers."

The scene ends with Cade and his rebels leaving the garden to continue their revolt, setting the stage for further conflict and violence in the play.


Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath;
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they have been up these two days.
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They have the more need to sleep now, then.
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I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress
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the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.
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So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say it
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was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.
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O miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men.
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The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.
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Nay, more, the king's council are no good workmen.
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True; and yet it is said, labour in thy vocation;
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which is as much to say as, let the magistrates be
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labouring men; and therefore should we be
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Thou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of a
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brave mind than a hard hand.
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I see them! I see them! there's Best's son, the
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tanner of Wingham,--
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He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make
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dog's-leather of.
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And Dick the Butcher,--
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Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's
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throat cut like a calf.
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And Smith the weaver,--
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Argo, their thread of life is spun.
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Come, come, let's fall in with them.
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Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers

We John Cade, so termed of our supposed father,--
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(Aside) Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.
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For our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with
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the spirit of putting down kings and princes,
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--Command silence.
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My father was a Mortimer,--
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(Aside) He was an honest man, and a good
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My mother a Plantagenet,--
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(Aside) I knew her well; she was a midwife.
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My wife descended of the Lacies,--
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(Aside) She was, indeed, a pedler's daughter, and
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sold many laces.
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(Aside) But now of late, notable to travel with her
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furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.
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Therefore am I of an honourable house.
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(Aside) Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable;
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and there was he borne, under a hedge, for his
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father had never a house but the cage.
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Valiant I am.
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(Aside) A' must needs; for beggary is valiant.
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I am able to endure much.
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(Aside) No question of that; for I have seen him
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whipped three market-days together.
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I fear neither sword nor fire.
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(Aside) He need not fear the sword; for his coat is of proof.
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(Aside) But methinks he should stand in fear of
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fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep.
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Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows
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reformation. There shall be in England seven
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halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped
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pot; shall have ten hoops and I will make it felony
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to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in
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common; and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to
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grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,--
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God save your majesty!
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I thank you, good people: there shall be no money;
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all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will
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apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree
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like brothers and worship me their lord.
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The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
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Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable
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thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should
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be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled
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o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings:
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but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal
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once to a thing, and I was never mine own man
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since. How now! who's there?
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Enter some, bringing forward the Clerk of Chatham

The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read and
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cast accompt.
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O monstrous!
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We took him setting of boys' copies.
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Here's a villain!
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Has a book in his pocket with red letters in't.
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Nay, then, he is a conjurer.
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Nay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand.
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I am sorry for't: the man is a proper man, of mine
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honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die.
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Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: what is thy name?
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They use to write it on the top of letters: 'twill
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go hard with you.
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Let me alone. Dost thou use to write thy name? or
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hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest
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plain-dealing man?
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Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up
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that I can write my name.
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He hath confessed: away with him! he's a villain
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and a traitor.
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Away with him, I say! hang him with his pen and
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ink-horn about his neck.
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Exit one with the Clerk


Where's our general?
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Here I am, thou particular fellow.
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Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his
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brother are hard by, with the king's forces.
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Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down. He
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shall be encountered with a man as good as himself:
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he is but a knight, is a'?
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To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently.
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Rise up Sir John Mortimer.
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Now have at him!
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Enter SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD, with drum and soldiers

Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,
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Mark'd for the gallows, lay your weapons down;
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Home to your cottages, forsake this groom:
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The king is merciful, if you revolt.
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But angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood,
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If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.
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As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not:
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It is to you, good people, that I speak,
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Over whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
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For I am rightful heir unto the crown.
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Villain, thy father was a plasterer;
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And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not?
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And Adam was a gardener.
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And what of that?
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Marry, this: Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March.
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Married the Duke of Clarence' daughter, did he not?
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Ay, sir.
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By her he had two children at one birth.
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That's false.
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Ay, there's the question; but I say, 'tis true:
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The elder of them, being put to nurse,
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Was by a beggar-woman stolen away;
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And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
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Became a bricklayer when he came to age:
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His son am I; deny it, if you can.
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Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king.
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Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and
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the bricks are alive at this day to testify it;
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therefore deny it not.
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And will you credit this base drudge's words,
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That speaks he knows not what?
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Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone.
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Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.
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(Aside) He lies, for I invented it myself.
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Go to, sirrah, tell the king from me, that, for his
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father's sake, Henry the Fifth, in whose time boys
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went to span-counter for French crowns, I am content
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he shall reign; but I'll be protector over him.
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And furthermore, well have the Lord Say's head for
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selling the dukedom of Maine.
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And good reason; for thereby is England mained, and
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fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds
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it up. Fellow kings, I tell you that that Lord Say
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hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eunuch:
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and more than that, he can speak French; and
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therefore he is a traitor.
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O gross and miserable ignorance!
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Nay, answer, if you can: the Frenchmen are our
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enemies; go to, then, I ask but this: can he that
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speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good
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counsellor, or no?
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No, no; and therefore we'll have his head.
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Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail,
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Assail them with the army of the king.
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Herald, away; and throughout every town
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Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;
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That those which fly before the battle ends
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May, even in their wives' and children's sight,
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Be hang'd up for example at their doors:
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And you that be the king's friends, follow me.
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Exeunt WILLIAM STAFFORD and SIR HUMPHREY, and soldiers

And you that love the commons, follow me.
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Now show yourselves men; 'tis for liberty.
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We will not leave one lord, one gentleman:
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Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon;
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For they are thrifty honest men, and such
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As would, but that they dare not, take our parts.
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They are all in order and march toward us.
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But then are we in order when we are most
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out of order. Come, march forward.
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SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath.

Scene 3 of Act 4 of Henry VI, Part 2 takes place in a garden where Queen Margaret meets with her son, Prince Edward, and the Earls of Oxford and Somerset. They discuss their current situation and the upcoming battle against the Yorkists. Queen Margaret expresses her frustration with the ongoing conflict and her desire for peace, but the earls convince her to continue fighting.

They are interrupted by the arrival of a messenger who brings news of a Yorkist army approaching. The group prepares for battle and Queen Margaret gives a rousing speech to rally their troops. She praises their bravery and reminds them of the stakes, urging them to fight for their families and their country.

The scene ends with the army marching off to battle, ready to face their enemies and fight for their cause.

Alarums to the fight, wherein SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD are slain. Enter CADE and the rest

Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?
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Here, sir.
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They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou
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behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own
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slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee,
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the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou
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shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking
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I desire no more.
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And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This
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monument of the victory will I bear;
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and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels
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till I do come to London, where we will have the
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mayor's sword borne before us.
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If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the
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gaols and let out the prisoners.
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Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march
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towards London.
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SCENE IV. London. The palace.

Scene 4 of Act 4 of Henry VI, Part 2 takes place in the palace of the Duke of Gloucester, who is the Lord Protector of England. He is discussing with his wife, Lady Eleanor, the recent events that have taken place in the kingdom. They are worried about the uprising of the common people, who are known as the Jack Cade rebellion.

Gloucester receives a message that the rebels are approaching the outskirts of London and he decides to gather an army to confront them. Lady Eleanor advises him to be careful and to not underestimate the rebels, as they have a large following.

Gloucester departs to rally his troops, leaving Lady Eleanor behind. She then reveals to the audience that she is actually in cahoots with the rebels and is secretly supporting their cause. She plans to use her influence over her husband to manipulate him into doing what she wants.

The scene ends with Lady Eleanor plotting her next move and expressing her desire to see the downfall of the Duke of Somerset, who is a rival of her husband.

Enter KING HENRY VI with a supplication, and the QUEEN with SUFFOLK'S head, BUCKINGHAM and Lord SAY

Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind,
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And makes it fearful and degenerate;
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Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
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But who can cease to weep and look on this?
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Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast:
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But where's the body that I should embrace?
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What answer makes your grace to the rebels'
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I'll send some holy bishop to entreat;
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For God forbid so many simple souls
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Should perish by the sword! And I myself,
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Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,
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Will parley with Jack Cade their general:
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But stay, I'll read it over once again.
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Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face
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Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me,
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And could it not enforce them to relent,
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That were unworthy to behold the same?
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Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.
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Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.
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How now, madam!
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Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death?
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I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,
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Thou wouldst not have mourn'd so much for me.
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No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.
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Enter a Messenger

How now! what news? why comest thou in such haste?
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The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord!
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Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
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Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
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And calls your grace usurper openly
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And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
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His army is a ragged multitude
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Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless:
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Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death
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Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:
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All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
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They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.
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O graceless men! they know not what they do.
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My gracious lord, return to Killingworth,
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Until a power be raised to put them down.
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Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
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These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!
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Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;
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Therefore away with us to Killingworth.
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So might your grace's person be in danger.
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The sight of me is odious in their eyes;
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And therefore in this city will I stay
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And live alone as secret as I may.
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Enter another Messenger

Jack Cade hath gotten London bridge:
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The citizens fly and forsake their houses:
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The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
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Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear
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To spoil the city and your royal court.
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Then linger not, my lord, away, take horse.
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Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us.
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My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.
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Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.
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Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.
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The trust I have is in mine innocence,
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And therefore am I bold and resolute.
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SCENE V. London. The Tower.

In Scene 5 of Act 4 of Henry VI, Part 2, a group of rebels gather in Kent to discuss their plans to overthrow the King. Jack Cade, the leader of the rebellion, enters and declares himself the new ruler of England. He promises to lower taxes and improve the lives of the common people.

Lord Saye and his son-in-law, Sir James Cromer, are brought before Cade, who accuses them of corruption and treason. They are sentenced to death and taken away.

Cade then sets his sights on London and begins marching towards the city with his army. In the meantime, Lord Clifford and his forces prepare to defend the city from the rebels.

The scene ends with Cade and his followers approaching London, ready to do battle with Lord Clifford and his army.

Enter SCALES upon the Tower, walking. Then enter two or three Citizens below

How now! is Jack Cade slain?
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First Citizen
No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have
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won the bridge, killing all those that withstand
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them: the lord mayor craves aid of your honour from
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the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels.
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Such aid as I can spare you shall command;
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But I am troubled here with them myself;
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The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower.
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But get you to Smithfield, and gather head,
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And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe;
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Fight for your king, your country and your lives;
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And so, farewell, for I must hence again.
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SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street.

In Scene 6 of Act 4, a group of Yorkist soldiers discuss their next move in the ongoing conflict between the houses of York and Lancaster. They are joined by their leader, the Duke of York, who reveals his plan to claim the throne and overthrow the current king, Henry VI.

The soldiers express their loyalty to the Duke and their willingness to fight for his cause. However, one of them expresses concern about the potential consequences of their actions, including the possibility of being labeled as traitors.

The Duke reassures his followers that their cause is just and that they will be rewarded for their loyalty. He also reveals that he has made a secret alliance with the powerful Earl of Warwick, who will join them in their fight against the Lancastrian forces.

The scene ends with the soldiers pledging their allegiance to the Duke and preparing to march towards London to claim the throne.

Enter CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone

Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting
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upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of the
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city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but
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claret wine this first year of our reign. And now
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henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls
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me other than Lord Mortimer.
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Enter a Soldier, running

Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
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Knock him down there.
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They kill him

If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack
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Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.
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My lord, there's an army gathered together in
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Come, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go
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and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn
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down the Tower too. Come, let's away.
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SCENE VII. London. Smithfield.

In Scene 7 of Act 4, a group of rebels gather in a field to plan their next move against the king's army. Their leader encourages them to stay strong and fight for their cause, despite the odds against them. Suddenly, a messenger arrives with news that their ally, Lord Clifford, has been killed in battle.

The rebels are devastated by this news and begin to argue among themselves about what to do next. Some suggest surrendering to the king's army, while others want to continue the fight in honor of Lord Clifford. The leader tries to calm them down and reminds them of their duty to their cause.

As they continue to argue, a second messenger arrives with news that the king's army is approaching. The rebels quickly prepare for battle, but they are outnumbered and outmatched. In the end, most of them are killed or captured by the king's army, and their cause is lost.

Alarums. MATTHEW GOFFE is slain, and all the rest. Then enter CADE, with his company.

So, sirs: now go some and pull down the Savoy;
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others to the inns of court; down with them all.
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I have a suit unto your lordship.
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Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.
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Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth.
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(Aside) Mass, 'twill be sore law, then; for he was
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thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole
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(Aside) Nay, John, it will be stinking law for his
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breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.
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I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn
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all the records of the realm: my mouth shall be
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the parliament of England.
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(Aside) Then we are like to have biting statutes,
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unless his teeth be pulled out.
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And henceforward all things shall be in common.
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Enter a Messenger

My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the Lord Say,
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which sold the towns in France; he that made us pay
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one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the
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pound, the last subsidy.
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Enter BEVIS, with Lord SAY

Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. Ah,
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thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now
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art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction
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regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty for
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giving up of Normandy unto Mounsieur Basimecu, the
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dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these
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presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I
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am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such
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filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously
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corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a
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grammar school; and whereas, before, our forefathers
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had no other books but the score and the tally, thou
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hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to
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the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a
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paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou
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hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and
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a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian
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ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed
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justices of peace, to call poor men before them
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about matters they were not able to answer.
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Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and because
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they could not read, thou hast hanged them; when,
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indeed, only for that cause they have been most
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worthy to live. Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth, dost thou not?
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What of that?
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Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear a
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cloak, when honester men than thou go in their hose
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and doublets.
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And work in their shirt too; as myself, for example,
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that am a butcher.
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You men of Kent,--
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What say you of Kent?
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Nothing but this; 'tis 'bona terra, mala gens.'
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Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.
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Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will.
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Kent, in the Commentaries Caesar writ,
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Is term'd the civil'st place of this isle:
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Sweet is the country, because full of riches;
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The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;
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Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.
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I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy,
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Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
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Justice with favour have I always done;
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Prayers and tears have moved me, gifts could never.
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When have I aught exacted at your hands,
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But to maintain the king, the realm and you?
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Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks,
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Because my book preferr'd me to the king,
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And seeing ignorance is the curse of God,
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Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,
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Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits,
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You cannot but forbear to murder me:
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This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings
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For your behoof,--
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Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field?
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Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck
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Those that I never saw and struck them dead.
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O monstrous coward! what, to come behind folks?
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These cheeks are pale for watching for your good.
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Give him a box o' the ear and that will make 'em red again.
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Long sitting to determine poor men's causes
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Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.
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Ye shall have a hempen caudle, then, and the help of hatchet.
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Why dost thou quiver, man?
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The palsy, and not fear, provokes me.
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Nay, he nods at us, as who should say, I'll be even
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with you: I'll see if his head will stand steadier
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on a pole, or no. Take him away, and behead him.
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Tell me wherein have I offended most?
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Have I affected wealth or honour? speak.
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Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold?
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Is my apparel sumptuous to behold?
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Whom have I injured, that ye seek my death?
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These hands are free from guiltless bloodshedding,
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This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts.
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O, let me live!
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(Aside) I feel remorse in myself with his words;
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but I'll bridle it: he shall die, an it be but for
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pleading so well for his life. Away with him! he
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has a familiar under his tongue; he speaks not o'
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God's name. Go, take him away, I say, and strike
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off his head presently; and then break into his
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son-in-law's house, Sir James Cromer, and strike off
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his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither.
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It shall be done.
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Ah, countrymen! if when you make your prayers,
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God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
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How would it fare with your departed souls?
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And therefore yet relent, and save my life.
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Away with him! and do as I command ye.
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The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a head
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on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there
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shall not a maid be married, but she shall pay to me
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her maidenhead ere they have it: men shall hold of
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me in capite; and we charge and command that their
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wives be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell.
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My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside and take up
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commodities upon our bills?
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Marry, presently.
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O, brave!
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Re-enter one with the heads

But is not this braver? Let them kiss one another,
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for they loved well when they were alive. Now part
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them again, lest they consult about the giving up of
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some more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the
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spoil of the city until night: for with these borne
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before us, instead of maces, will we ride through
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the streets, and at every corner have them kiss. Away!
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SCENE VIII. Southwark.

Scene 8 of Act 4 begins with the Earl of Warwick, who is leading an army, receiving news that his brother, the Duke of Montague, has been captured by the enemy. Warwick is devastated by this news but decides to press on with his plans to overthrow the king.

Meanwhile, King Henry VI is being held prisoner by the Duke of York, who is demanding that he abdicate the throne. Henry is hesitant to do so, but his wife, Queen Margaret, urges him to fight for his crown. She also reveals that she has enlisted the help of the French army to aid their cause.

Back on the battlefield, Warwick and his army are confronted by the Duke of Clarence, who has switched sides and is now fighting for the Yorkists. Warwick is shocked and disappointed by this betrayal but vows to press on with the battle.

The scene ends with both sides preparing for a major battle that will ultimately determine the fate of the kingdom. The tension is high, and the stakes are even higher as both sides are determined to emerge victorious.

Alarum and retreat. Enter CADE and all his rabblement

Up Fish Street! down Saint Magnus' Corner! Kill
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and knock down! throw them into Thames!
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What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to
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sound retreat or parley, when I command them kill?
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Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD, attended

Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee:
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Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
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Unto the commons whom thou hast misled;
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And here pronounce free pardon to them all
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That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
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What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,
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And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
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Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?
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Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
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Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty!'
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Who hateth him and honours not his father,
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Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
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Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
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God save the king! God save the king!
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What, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye so brave? And
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you, base peasants, do ye believe him? will you
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needs be hanged with your pardons about your necks?
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Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates,
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that you should leave me at the White Hart in
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Southwark? I thought ye would never have given out
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these arms till you had recovered your ancient
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freedom: but you are all recreants and dastards,
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and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. Let
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them break your backs with burthens, take your
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houses over your heads, ravish your wives and
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daughters before your faces: for me, I will make
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shift for one; and so, God's curse light upon you
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We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade!
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Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
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That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him?
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Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
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And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
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Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
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Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
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Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
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Were't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
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The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
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Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you?
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Methinks already in this civil broil
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I see them lording it in London streets,
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Crying 'Villiago!' unto all they meet.
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Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
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Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
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To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
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Spare England, for it is your native coast;
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Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
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God on our side, doubt not of victory.
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A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the king and Clifford.
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Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this
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multitude? The name of Henry the Fifth hales them
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to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me
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desolate. I see them lay their heads together to
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surprise me. My sword make way for me, for here is
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no staying. In despite of the devils and hell, have
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through the very middest of you? and heavens and
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honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me.
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but only my followers' base and ignominious
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treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.
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What, is he fled? Go some, and follow him;
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And he that brings his head unto the king
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Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
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Follow me, soldiers: we'll devise a mean
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To reconcile you all unto the king.
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SCENE IX. Kenilworth Castle.

Scene 9 of Act 4 begins with a conversation between two characters discussing the recent events of the story. They mention the death of a prominent figure and the political ramifications it may have. One character expresses concern over the actions of another character, who they suspect may have had a hand in the death.

Soon, a group of characters enters the scene, including the previously suspected individual. They engage in a heated discussion about loyalty and betrayal, with accusations flying back and forth. One character reveals a secret they have been keeping, which only adds to the tension in the room.

As the argument continues, a messenger arrives with news of another death. The characters are shocked and saddened by the news, and the previously suspected individual is particularly affected. They express regret and remorse for any involvement they may have had in the recent events.

The scene ends with the characters coming to an uneasy truce and agreeing to work together to address the challenges ahead.

Sound Trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SOMERSET, on the terrace

Was ever king that joy'd an earthly throne,
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And could command no more content than I?
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No sooner was I crept out of my cradle
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But I was made a king, at nine months old.
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Was never subject long'd to be a king
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As I do long and wish to be a subject.
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Health and glad tidings to your majesty!
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Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?
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Or is he but retired to make him strong?
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Enter below, multitudes, with halters about their necks

He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
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And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
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Expect your highness' doom of life or death.
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Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,
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To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
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Soldiers, this day have you redeemed your lives,
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And show'd how well you love your prince and country:
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Continue still in this so good a mind,
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And Henry, though he be infortunate,
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Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
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And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,
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I do dismiss you to your several countries.
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God save the king! God save the king!
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Enter a Messenger

Please it your grace to be advertised
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The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
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And with a puissant and a mighty power
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Of gallowglasses and stout kerns
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Is marching hitherward in proud array,
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And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
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His arms are only to remove from thee
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The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms traitor.
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Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd.
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Like to a ship that, having 'scaped a tempest,
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Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate:
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But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed;
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And now is York in arms to second him.
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I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,
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And ask him what's the reason of these arms.
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Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;
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And, Somerset, we'll commit thee thither,
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Until his army be dismiss'd from him.
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My lord,
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I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
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Or unto death, to do my country good.
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In any case, be not too rough in terms;
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For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.
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I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal
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As all things shall redound unto your good.
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Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better;
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For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
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Flourish. Exeunt

SCENE X. Kent. IDEN's garden.

Scene 10 of Act 4 is set in a palace where the Duke of York is preparing for battle with the Queen's army. He is joined by his sons Edward and Richard, as well as the Earl of Warwick and other supporters. They discuss their plans for the upcoming battle and their confidence in victory.

However, their celebration is short-lived as news arrives that the Queen's forces have already defeated a portion of their army. The Duke of York decides to split his forces, sending Warwick to lead a group to reinforce their troops while he and his sons stay behind to fight.

As they prepare for battle, the Duke of York expresses his belief that he is fighting for the rightful claim to the throne and that the Queen's forces are usurpers. He also shares his desire for his sons to be successful in battle and continue his legacy.

The scene ends with the Duke of York and his sons preparing to face the Queen's army in what will be a significant battle for the future of England.

Enter CADE

Fie on ambition! fie on myself, that have a sword,
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and yet am ready to famish! These five days have I
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hid me in these woods and durst not peep out, for
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all the country is laid for me; but now am I so
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hungry that if I might have a lease of my life for a
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thousand years I could stay no longer. Wherefore,
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on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to
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see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another
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while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach
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this hot weather. And I think this word 'sallet'
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was born to do me good: for many a time, but for a
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sallet, my brainpan had been cleft with a brown
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bill; and many a time, when I have been dry and
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bravely marching, it hath served me instead of a
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quart pot to drink in; and now the word 'sallet'
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must serve me to feed on.
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Enter IDEN

Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court,
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And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
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This small inheritance my father left me
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Contenteth me, and worth a monarchy.
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I seek not to wax great by others' waning,
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Or gather wealth, I care not, with what envy:
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Sufficeth that I have maintains my state
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And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.
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Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a
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stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave.
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Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand
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crowns of the king carrying my head to him: but
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I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow
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my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part.
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Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be,
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I know thee not; why, then, should I betray thee?
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Is't not enough to break into my garden,
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And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds,
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Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner,
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But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?
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Brave thee! ay, by the best blood that ever was
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broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I
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have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and
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thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead
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as a doornail, I pray God I may never eat grass more.
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Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands,
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That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
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Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
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Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine,
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See if thou canst outface me with thy looks:
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Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser;
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Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,
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Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon;
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My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;
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And if mine arm be heaved in the air,
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Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.
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As for words, whose greatness answers words,
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Let this my sword report what speech forbears.
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By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I
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heard! Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out
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the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou
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sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou
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mayst be turned to hobnails.
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O, I am slain! famine and no other hath slain me:
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let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me
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but the ten meals I have lost, and I'll defy them
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all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a
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burying-place to all that do dwell in this house,
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because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.
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Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
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Sword, I will hollow thee for this thy deed,
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And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am dead:
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Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
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But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
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To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
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Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell
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Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort
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all the world to be cowards; for I, that never
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feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour.
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How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge.
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Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee;
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And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
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So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.
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Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
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Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
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And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
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Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
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Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.
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Act V

Act 5 of Henry VI, Part 2 sees two factions within the English court vying for power. On one side is the Duke of York and his supporters, who believe that he should be the rightful king of England. On the other side is Queen Margaret and her allies, who support King Henry VI and believe that the Duke of York is a traitor.

The act begins with a battle between the two factions, which takes place near the town of St. Albans. The Duke of York and his supporters are initially successful, but Queen Margaret and her army soon gain the upper hand. The Duke of York is forced to flee the battlefield, and many of his followers are killed.

Meanwhile, King Henry VI is captured by Queen Margaret's forces. She taunts him and accuses him of being a weak and ineffective ruler. The Duke of York's son, Edward, arrives on the scene and demands that King Henry be released. Queen Margaret refuses, and a fight breaks out between Edward and her soldiers. Edward is able to overpower them and rescue King Henry.

The act ends with the Duke of York regrouping his forces and preparing for another battle with Queen Margaret. It is clear that the conflict between these two factions will continue, and that there will be more bloodshed before it is resolved.

SCENE I. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.

Scene 1 of Act 5 begins with King Henry VI being held captive by two keepers, who are discussing his fate. They mention that the Yorkists are approaching and that they must decide whether to fight or flee. King Henry VI begs them to let him go, but they refuse and instead offer to kill him to prevent the Yorkists from getting their hands on him. Suddenly, the Yorkists enter and a battle breaks out. During the chaos, King Henry VI is left alone and eventually encounters Richard of Gloucester, who offers to help him escape. King Henry VI agrees, and they leave the battlefield together.

This scene is filled with tension and sets the stage for the final battle between the Yorkists and Lancastrians. King Henry VI is portrayed as weak and helpless, caught in the middle of a power struggle between two factions. The keepers are portrayed as opportunistic, willing to kill the king to save themselves. Richard of Gloucester, who will later become King Richard III, is portrayed as cunning and resourceful, offering to help the king escape in order to gain an advantage over his enemies. Overall, this scene is a pivotal moment in the play, as it marks the beginning of the end for the Lancastrian cause and sets the stage for the final showdown between the two sides.

Enter YORK, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours

From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
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And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
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Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
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To entertain great England's lawful king.
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Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear?
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Let them obey that know not how to rule;
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This hand was made to handle naught but gold.
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I cannot give due action to my words,
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Except a sword or sceptre balance it:
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A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,
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On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
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Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
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The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
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York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
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Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
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Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
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A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
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To know the reason of these arms in peace;
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Or why thou, being a subject as I am,
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Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
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Should raise so great a power without his leave,
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Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.
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(Aside) Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:
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O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
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I am so angry at these abject terms;
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And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
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On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
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I am far better born than is the king,
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More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
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But I must make fair weather yet a while,
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Till Henry be more weak and I more strong,--
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Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me,
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That I have given no answer all this while;
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My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
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The cause why I have brought this army hither
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Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
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Seditious to his grace and to the state.
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That is too much presumption on thy part:
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But if thy arms be to no other end,
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The king hath yielded unto thy demand:
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The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
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Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
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Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.
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Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.
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Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
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Meet me to-morrow in St. George's field,
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You shall have pay and every thing you wish.
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And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
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Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,
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As pledges of my fealty and love;
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I'll send them all as willing as I live:
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Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have,
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Is his to use, so Somerset may die.
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York, I commend this kind submission:
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We twain will go into his highness' tent.
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Enter KING HENRY VI and Attendants

Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,
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That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
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In all submission and humility
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York doth present himself unto your highness.
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Then what intends these forces thou dost bring?
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To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,
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And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade,
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Who since I heard to be discomfited.
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Enter IDEN, with CADE'S head

If one so rude and of so mean condition
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May pass into the presence of a king,
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Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
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The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.
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The head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou!
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O, let me view his visage, being dead,
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That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.
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Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?
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I was, an't like your majesty.
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How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?
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Alexander Iden, that's my name;
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A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.
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So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss
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He were created knight for his good service.
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Iden, kneel down.
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Rise up a knight.
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We give thee for reward a thousand marks,
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And will that thou henceforth attend on us.
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May Iden live to merit such a bounty.
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And never live but true unto his liege!
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See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:
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Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.
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For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,
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But boldly stand and front him to his face.
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How now! is Somerset at liberty?
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Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts,
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And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
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Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
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False king! why hast thou broken faith with me,
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Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
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King did I call thee? no, thou art not king,
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Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
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Which darest not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
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That head of thine doth not become a crown;
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Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
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And not to grace an awful princely sceptre.
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That gold must round engirt these brows of mine,
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Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
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Is able with the change to kill and cure.
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Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up
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And with the same to act controlling laws.
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Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more
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O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.
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O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,
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Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown;
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Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
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Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,
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If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
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Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;
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I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
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They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
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Call hither Clifford! bid him come amain,
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To say if that the bastard boys of York
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Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
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O blood-besotted Neapolitan,
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Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
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The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
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Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
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That for my surety will refuse the boys!
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See where they come: I'll warrant they'll
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make it good.
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And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.
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Health and all happiness to my lord the king!
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I thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with thee?
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Nay, do not fright us with an angry look;
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We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
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For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
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This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
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But thou mistakest me much to think I do:
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To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?
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Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour
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Makes him oppose himself against his king.
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He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
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And chop away that factious pate of his.
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He is arrested, but will not obey;
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His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
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Will you not, sons?
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Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.
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And if words will not, then our weapons shall.
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Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!
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Look in a glass, and call thy image so:
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I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.
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Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
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That with the very shaking of their chains
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They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:
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Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.
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Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death.
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And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
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If thou darest bring them to the baiting place.
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Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur
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Run back and bite, because he was withheld;
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Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
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Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs and cried:
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And such a piece of service will you do,
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If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.
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Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
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As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
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Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
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Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
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Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
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Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
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Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!
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What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,
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And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
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O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?
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If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
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Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
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Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
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And shame thine honourable age with blood?
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Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
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Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
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For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me
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That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
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My lord, I have consider'd with myself
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The title of this most renowned duke;
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And in my conscience do repute his grace
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The rightful heir to England's royal seat.
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Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
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Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?
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It is great sin to swear unto a sin,
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But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
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Who can be bound by any solemn vow
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To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
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To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
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To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
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To wring the widow from her custom'd right,
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And have no other reason for this wrong
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But that he was bound by a solemn oath?
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A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
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Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.
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Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,
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I am resolved for death or dignity.
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The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.
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You were best to go to bed and dream again,
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To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
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I am resolved to bear a greater storm
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Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
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And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
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Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
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Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest,
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The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
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This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
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As on a mountain top the cedar shows
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That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
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Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
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And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear
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And tread it under foot with all contempt,
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Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
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And so to arms, victorious father,
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To quell the rebels and their complices.
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Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,
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For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
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Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell.
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If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
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Exeunt severally

SCENE II. Saint Alban's.

Scene 2 of Act 5 begins with a conversation between two men, one of whom is a messenger. The messenger informs his companion that the Duke of York has been defeated and killed in battle. The other man, who is a follower of the Duke of York, is devastated by the news and laments the loss of his leader.

As they continue to talk, they are interrupted by the arrival of Queen Margaret and her army. The follower of the Duke of York is taken captive, while the messenger is allowed to go free.

Queen Margaret is pleased with the victory and orders her army to march towards London. She is confident that they will be able to defeat the remaining Yorkist forces and take control of the city.

Meanwhile, a group of Yorkist soldiers are discussing their options. They are outnumbered and outmatched by Queen Margaret's army, but they refuse to give up the fight. They decide to make a last stand at a nearby castle and prepare for battle.

The scene ends with both sides preparing for a final battle that will determine the fate of England. The tension and anticipation are palpable, as both sides are determined to emerge victorious.

Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK

Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls:
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And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
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Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum
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And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,
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Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me:
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Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
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Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
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How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot?
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The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,
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But match to match I have encounter'd him
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And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
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Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.
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Of one or both of us the time is come.
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Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,
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For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
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Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.
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As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
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It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
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What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
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With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
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But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
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Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
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But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
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So let it help me now against thy sword
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As I in justice and true right express it.
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My soul and body on the action both!
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A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.
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They fight, and CLIFFORD falls

La fin couronne les oeuvres.
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Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
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Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
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Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;
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Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
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Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,
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Whom angry heavens do make their minister
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Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
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Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly.
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He that is truly dedicate to war
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Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself
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Hath not essentially but by circumstance
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The name of valour.
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O, let the vile world end,
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And the premised flames of the last day
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Knit earth and heaven together!
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Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
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Particularities and petty sounds
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To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
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To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
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The silver livery of advised age,
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And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus
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To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight
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My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
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It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
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No more will I their babes: tears virginal
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Shall be to me even as the dew to fire,
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And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims
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Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
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Henceforth I will not have to do with pity:
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Meet I an infant of the house of York,
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Into as many gobbets will I cut it
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As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:
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In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
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Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house:
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As did AEneas old Anchises bear,
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So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
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But then AEneas bare a living load,
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Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.
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Exit, bearing off his father

Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight. SOMERSET is killed

So, lie thou there;
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For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
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The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset
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Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
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Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:
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Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
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Fight: excursions. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and others

Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!
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Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.
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What are you made of? you'll nor fight nor fly:
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Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence,
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To give the enemy way, and to secure us
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By what we can, which can no more but fly.
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If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
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Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape,
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As well we may, if not through your neglect,
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We shall to London get, where you are loved
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And where this breach now in our fortunes made
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May readily be stopp'd.
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But that my heart's on future mischief set,
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I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly:
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But fly you must; uncurable discomfit
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Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
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Away, for your relief! and we will live
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To see their day and them our fortune give:
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Away, my lord, away!
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SCENE III. Fields near St. Alban's.

In Scene 3 of Act 5, two factions are at war: the Yorkists and the Lancastrians. The Duke of York has just died, leaving his son, Edward, as the new leader of the Yorkists. The Lancastrians have captured a town and are celebrating their victory when Edward and his army arrive to retake the town.

The Lancastrian leader, Lord Clifford, taunts Edward, calling him a "shepherd's son" and a "base-born" who is not fit to rule. Edward responds by challenging Clifford to a one-on-one fight. They duel, and Edward kills Clifford.

As the battle continues, Edward's brothers, George and Richard, arrive with reinforcements. They are able to defeat the Lancastrians and retake the town. However, the victory is bittersweet as they learn that their father, the Duke of York, was killed in battle.

The scene ends with Edward mourning his father's death and vowing to avenge him by continuing the fight against the Lancastrians.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with drum and colours

Of Salisbury, who can report of him,
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That winter lion, who in rage forgets
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Aged contusions and all brush of time,
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And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
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Repairs him with occasion? This happy day
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Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
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If Salisbury be lost.
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My noble father,
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Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
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Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off,
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Persuaded him from any further act:
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But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
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And like rich hangings in a homely house,
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So was his will in his old feeble body.
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But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
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Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
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By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard:
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God knows how long it is I have to live;
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And it hath pleased him that three times to-day
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You have defended me from imminent death.
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Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:
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'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
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Being opposites of such repairing nature.
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I know our safety is to follow them;
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For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
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To call a present court of parliament.
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Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.
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What says Lord Warwick? shall we after them?
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After them! nay, before them, if we can.
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Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
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Saint Alban's battle won by famous York
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Shall be eternized in all age to come.
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Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:
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And more such days as these to us befall!
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