ARKCODEX
Act I, Scene 1
1London. The Parliament-house.
2Alarum. Enter the Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers.
3WarwickI wonder how the king escaped our hands.
4YorkWhile we pursued the horsemen of the north,
He slyly stole away and left his men:
Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Cheer’d up the drooping army; and himself,
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
Charged our main battle’s front, and breaking in
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
5EdwardLord Stafford’s father, Duke of Buckingham,
Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
That this is true, father, behold his blood.
6MontagueAnd, brother, here’s the Earl of Wiltshire’s blood,
Whom I encounter’d as the battles join’d.
7RichardSpeak thou for me and tell them what I did. Throwing down the Duke of Somerset’s head.
8YorkRichard hath best deserved of all my sons.
But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
9NorfolkSuch hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
10RichardThus do I hope to shake King Henry’s head.
11WarwickAnd so do I. Victorious Prince of York,
Before I see thee seated in that throne
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
This is the palace of the fearful king,
And this the regal seat: possess it, York;
For this is thine and not King Henry’s heirs’.
12YorkAssist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
For hither we have broken in by force.
13NorfolkWe’ll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
14YorkThanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;
And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. They go up.
15WarwickAnd when the king comes, offer him no violence,
Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
16YorkThe queen this day here holds her parliament,
But little thinks we shall be of her council:
By words or blows here let us win our right.
17RichardArm’d as we are, let’s stay within this house.
18WarwickThe bloody parliament shall this be call’d,
Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
19YorkThen leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
I mean to take possession of my right.
20WarwickNeither the king, nor he that loves him best,
The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells.
I’ll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:
Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
21Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmoreland, Exeter, and the rest.
22King HenryMy lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
Back’d by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father,
And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow’d revenge
On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.
23NorthumberlandIf I be not, heavens be revenged on me!
24CliffordThe hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
25WestmorelandWhat, shall we suffer this? let’s pluck him down:
My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
26King HenryBe patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
27CliffordPatience is for poltroons, such as he:
He durst not sit there, had your father lived.
My gracious lord, here in the parliament
Let us assail the family of York.
28NorthumberlandWell hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.
29King HenryAh, know you not the city favours them,
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
30ExeterBut when the duke is slain, they’ll quickly fly.
31King HenryFar be the thought of this from Henry’s heart,
To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats
Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
and kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
I am thy sovereign.
32YorkI am thine.
33ExeterFor shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York.
34York’Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
35ExeterThy father was a traitor to the crown.
36WarwickExeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
In following this usurping Henry.
37CliffordWhom should he follow but his natural king?
38WarwickTrue, Clifford; and that’s Richard Duke of York.
39King HenryAnd shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
40YorkIt must and shall be so: content thyself.
41WarwickBe Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.
42WestmorelandHe is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
43WarwickAnd Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
That we are those which chased you from the field
And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
March’d through the city to the palace gates.
44NorthumberlandYes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
45WestmorelandPlantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,
Thy kinsman and thy friends, I’ll have more lives
Than drops of blood were in my father’s veins.
46CliffordUrge it no more; lest that, instead of words,
I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
As shall revenge his death before I stir.
47WarwickPoor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!
48YorkWill you we show our title to the crown?
If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
49King HenryWhat title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;
Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March:
I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
And seized upon their towns and provinces.
50WarwickTalk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
51King HenryThe lord protector lost it, and not I:
When I was crown’d I was but nine months old.
52RichardYou are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.
Father, tear the crown from the usurper’s head.
53EdwardSweet father, do so; set it on your head.
54MontagueGood brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,
Let’s fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
55RichardSound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
56YorkSons, peace!
57King HenryPeace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.
58WarwickPlantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;
And be you silent and attentive too,
For he that interrupts him shall not live.
59King HenryThink’st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,
Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,
And now in England to our heart’s great sorrow,
Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?
My title’s good, and better far than his.
60WarwickProve it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
61King HenryHenry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
62York’Twas by rebellion against his king.
63King HenryAside. I know not what to say; my title’s weak.—
Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
64YorkWhat then?
65King HenryAn if he may, then am I lawful king;
For Richard, in the view of many lords,
Resign’d the crown to Henry the Fourth,
Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
66YorkHe rose against him, being his sovereign,
And made him to resign his crown perforce.
67WarwickSuppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain’d,
Think you ’twere prejudicial to his crown?
68ExeterNo; for he could not so resign his crown
But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
69King HenryArt thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
70ExeterHis is the right, and therefore pardon me.
71YorkWhy whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
72ExeterMy conscience tells me he is lawful king.
73King HenryAside. All will revolt from me, and turn to him.
74NorthumberlandPlantagenet, for all the claim thou lay’st,
Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.
75WarwickDeposed he shall be, in despite of all.
76NorthumberlandThou art deceived: ’tis not thy southern power,
Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
Can set the duke up in despite of me.
77CliffordKing Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence:
May that ground gape and swallow me alive,
Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
78King HenryO Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
79YorkHenry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.
What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
80WarwickDo right unto this princely Duke of York,
Or I will fill the house with armed men,
And over the chair of state, where now he sits,
Write up his title with usurping blood. He stamps with his foot, and the Soldiers show themselves.
81King HenryMy Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:
Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
82YorkConfirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,
And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest.
83King HenryI am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
84CliffordWhat wrong is this unto the prince your son!
85WarwickWhat good is this to England and himself!
86WestmorelandBase, fearful and despairing Henry!
87CliffordHow hast thou injured both thyself and us!
88WestmorelandI cannot stay to hear these articles.
89NorthumberlandNor I.
90CliffordCome, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.
91WestmorelandFarewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
92NorthumberlandBe thou a prey unto the house of York,
And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
93CliffordIn dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
Or live in peace abandon’d and despised! Exeunt Northumberland, Clifford, and Westmoreland.
94WarwickTurn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
95ExeterThey seek revenge and therefore will not yield.
96King HenryAh, Exeter!
97WarwickWhy should you sigh, my lord?
98King HenryNot for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,
Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
But be it as it may: I here entail
The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;
Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
To honour me as thy king and sovereign,
And neither by treason nor hostility
To seek to put me down and reign thyself.
99YorkThis oath I willingly take and will perform.
100WarwickLong live King Henry! Plantagenet, embrace him.
101King HenryAnd long live thou and these thy forward sons!
102YorkNow York and Lancaster are reconciled.
103ExeterAccursed be he that seeks to make them foes! Sennet. Here they come down.
104YorkFarewell, my gracious lord; I’ll to my castle.
105WarwickAnd I’ll keep London with my soldiers.
106NorfolkAnd I to Norfolk with my followers.
107MontagueAnd I unto the sea from whence I came. Exeunt York and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk, Montague, their Soldiers, and Attendants.
108King HenryAnd I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.
109Enter Queen Margaret and the Prince of Whales.
110ExeterHere comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger:
I’ll steal away.
111King HenryExeter, so will I.
112Queen MargaretNay, go not from me; I will follow thee.
113King HenryBe patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
114Queen MargaretWho can be patient in such extremes?
Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid,
And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father!
Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus?
Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I,
Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
Or nourish’d him as I did with my blood,
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,
Rather than have that savage duke thine heir
And disinherited thine only son.
115PrinceFather, you cannot disinherit me:
If you be king, why should not I succeed?
116King HenryPardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son:
The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me.
117Queen MargaretEnforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?
I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!
Thou hast undone thyself, thy son and me;
And given unto the house of York such head
As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
What is it, but to make thy sepulchre
And creep into it far before thy time?
Warwick is chancellor and the lord of Calais;
Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;
The duke is made protector of the realm;
And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds
The trembling lamb environed with wolves.
Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
The soldiers should have toss’d me on their pikes
Before I would have granted to that act.
But thou preferr’st thy life before thine honour:
And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself
Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
Until that act of parliament be repeal’d
Whereby my son is disinherited.
The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours
Will follow mine, if once they see them spread;
And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace
And utter ruin of the house of York.
Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let’s away;
Our army is ready; come, we’ll after them.
118King HenryStay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
119Queen MargaretThou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.
120King HenryGentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
121Queen MargaretAy, to be murder’d by his enemies.
122PrinceWhen I return with victory from the field
I’ll see your grace: till then I’ll follow her.
123Queen MargaretCome, son, away; we may not linger thus. Exeunt Queen Margaret and the Prince.
124King HenryPoor queen! how love to me and to her son
Hath made her break out into terms of rage!
Revenged may she be on that hateful duke,
Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle
Tire on the flesh of me and of my son!
The loss of those three lords torments my heart:
I’ll write unto them and entreat them fair.
Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.
125ExeterAnd I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. Exeunt.