your loue and fauour Humblie to kisse your hand and with my tongue To tell the passions of my soueraines hart Where same late entring at his heedfull cares Hath plast thy glorious image and thy vertues Queen King Lewes and Lady Bona heare me speake Before you answere Warwike or his words For hee it is hath done vs all these wrongs War Iniurious Margaret Prince Ed. And why not Queene War Because thy father Henry did vsurpe And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene Ox. Then Warwike disanuls great Ioha of Gaunt That did subdue the greatest part of Spaine And after Iohn of Gaunt wise Henry the fourth Whose wisedome was a mirrour to the world And after this wise prince Henry the fift Who with his prowesse conquered all France From these our Henries lincallie discent War Oxford how haps that in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the sixt had lost All that Henry the fift had gotten Me thinkes these peeres of France should smile at that But for the rest you tell a pettigree Of three score and two yeares a sillie time To make prescription for a kingdomes worth Oxf. Why Warwike canst thou denâ—e thy king Whom thou obeyedst thirtie and eight yeeres And bewray thy treasons with a bluâ—h War Can Oxford that did euer fence the right Now buckler falshood with a pettigree For shâ—me leaue Henry and call Edward king Oxf. Call him my king by whom mine elder Brother the Lord Aubray Vere was done to death And more than so my father euen in the Downefall of his mellowed yeares When age did call him to the dore of deatâ— No Warwike no whilst life vpholds this arme This arme vpholds the house of Lancaster War And I the house of Yorke K Lewes Queene Margaret prince Edward and Oxford voâ—chsafe to forbeare a while Till I doe talke a word with Warwike Now Warwike euen vpon thy honor tell me true Is Edward lawfull king or no For I were loath to linke with him that is not lawful heir War Thereon I pawne mine honour and my credit Lew. What is he gratious in the peoples eies War The more that Henry is vnfortunate Lew. What is his loue to our sister Buna War Such it seemes As maie beseeme a monarke like himselfe My selfe haue often heard him sâ—â—e and sweare That this his loue was an eternall plant The roâ—t whereof was fixt in vertues ground The leaues and fruite maintainde with beautiâ—s sun Exempt from enuie but not from disdaine Vnlesse the ladie Bona quite his paine Lew. Then sister let vs heare your firme resolue Bona. Your grant or your denial shall be mine But ere this daie I must confesse when I Haue heard your kings deserts recounted Mine eares haue tempted iudgement to desire Lew. Then draw neere Queene Margaret and be a Witnesse that Bona shall be wife to the English king Prince Edw. To Edward but not the English king War Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease Where hauing nothing nothing can be lose And as for you your seife our quondun Queene You haue a father able to mainetaine your state And better t were to trouble him them France Sound for a post within Lew. Here comes some post Warwike to thee orvs Post My Lord ambassador this letter is for you Sent from your brother Marquis Montague This from our king vnto your Maiestie And these to you Madam from whom I know not Oxf. I like it well that our saire Queene and mistresse Smiles at her newes when Warwike frets as his P. Ed. And marke how Lewes stamps as he were nettled Lew. Now Margaret Warwike what are your news Queen Mine such as fils my hart full of ioie War Mine full of sorrow and harts discontent Lew. What hath your king married the Ladie Gray And now to excuse himselfe sends vs a post of papers How dares he presume to vse vs thus Quee. This proueth Edwards loue Warwiks honesty War King Lewis I here protest in sight of heauen And by the hope I haue of heauenlie blisle That I am cleare from this misdeed of Edwards No more my king for hâ— diâ—â—onours me And most himselfe if he could see his shâ—me Did I forget that by the house of Yorke My father came vntimelie to his death Did I let passe the abuse done to my neece Did I impale him with the regall Crowne And thrust king Henry from his natiue home And most vngratefull doth he vse me thus My gratious Queene pardon what is past And henceforth I am thy true sâ—ruâ—toâ—r I will reuenge the wrongs done to ladie Bona And replant Henry in his former state Queen Yes Warwike I doe quite forget thy former Faults if now thou wilt become king Henries friend War So much his friend I his vnfained friend That if king Lewes vouchsafe to furnish vs With some few bands of chosen souldiers I le vndertake to land them on our coast And force the Tyrant from his seate by warre T is not his new made bride shall succour him Lew. Then at the last I fiâ—mâ—lie am â—esolu'd You shall haue aide and English messenger returne In post and tell false Edward thy supposed kâ—ng That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new bride Bona Tell him in hope hee le be a Widower shortlie I le weare the willow garland for hâ—s sake Queen Tell him my mourning weedes be laidle aside And I am readie to put armour on War Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vncrowne him er'e be long Thear 's thy reward begone Lew. But now tell me Warwike what assurance I shall haue of thy true loyaltie War This shall assure my constant loyaltie If that our Queene and this young prince agree I le ioine mine eldest daughter and my ioie To him forthwith in holie wedlockes bandes Queen Withall my hart that match I like full wel Loue her sonne Edward shee is faite and yong And giue thy hand to Warwike for thy loue Lew. It is enough and now we will prepare To leuie 〈…〉 for to go with you And you Lord Bourbon our high Admirall Shall waft them safelie to the English coast And chase proud Edward from his slumbring trance For mocking marriage with the name of France War I camâ— from Edward as I mbassadour But I returne his sworne and mortall foâ— Matter of marriage was the charge he gaue me But dreadfull warre shall answere his demand Had he none else to make a stale but me Then none but I shall turne his iest to sorrow I was the chiâ—fe that raisde him to the crowne And I le be chiefe to bring him downe againe Not that I pittie Henries miserie But seeke reuenge on Edwards mockerie Exit Enter king Edward the Queene and Clarence and Gloster and Montague and Hastings and Penbrooke with souldiers Edw. Brothers of Clarence and of Glocester What thinke you of our marriage with the ladie Gray
saie commend me to my valiant brother And more he would haue spoke and 〈◊〉 he said Which sounded like a 〈…〉 a vault That could not bâ— distinguisht for the sound And so the valâ—ant Montague gaue vp the ghost War What is pompe rule raâ—gâ—e but earth and dust And liue we how we can yet the wâ— mâ—st Sweet rest his soule she Lords and 〈◊〉 your selues For Warwike bids you all farewell to meeâ—â—n Hâ—auen He dies Oxf Come noble Summerset le ts take our horse And cause retrait be sounded through the campe That all our friends that yâ—t remaine aliue Maie be awarn'd and â—aue themselues by flight That done with them wee le post vnto the Queene And once moâ—euiâ— our fortune in thâ— fiâ—ld Ex ambo Enter Edward Clarence Gloster with souldiers Edw. Thus still our fortune 〈◊〉 vs victorie And gâ—â—ts our temples with trâ—umphant â—oies The bigboond traytor Warwike hath breathde his last An I heauen this daie hath smâ—â—de vâ—on vâ—â—all But in this cleere and brightsome â—aâ—e I see a blacke suspitious cloud appeare That will encâ—unter with our glorious sunne Before he gaine his â—asefull wâ— steâ—e be â—â—es I mean those powers which the Queen hath got in FraÌ„ce Are landed and meane once more to menace vs. Glo. Oxford and Summerset are sled to hiâ— And 〈◊〉 likelie if she haue time to breath Hâ—r fact on will be full as strong as ours Edw. We are aduertisde by our louing friends That they doe hold their course towards Towâ—burie Thâ—ther will we 〈◊〉 for willingnes rids waie And in euerie countie as we pasâ—e along Oâ—â— str engthes shall be augmented Come le ts goe for if we slacke this faire Bâ—â—ght Summers daie sharpe winters Shoâ—ers wâ—ll maâ—e our hope for haie Ex Omnes Enter the Queene Prince Edward Oxford and Summerset wiâ—h drum and souldiers Quee. Welcome to England my louing friends of FraÌ„ce And welcome Summerset and Oxford too Onâ—e more haue we spread our sailes abroad And though our tackling be almost consumde And Warwike as our maine mast ouerthrowne Yet waâ—like Lords raise you that sturdie post That beares the sâ—iles to bring vs vnto rest And Neâ— and I as willing Pâ—lots should For once with carefull mindes guide on the sterne To beare vs through that dangerous gulfe That heretofore hath swallowed vp our friends Prince And if there be as God forbid there should Amongst vs a timorous or fearefull man Let him depart before the battels ioine â—east he in time of need intise another And so withdraw the souldiers harts from vs. I will not stand aloofe and bid you fight But with my sword presse in the thickest thronges And single Edward from his strongest guard And hand to hand enforce him for to yeeld Or leaue my bodie as witnesse of my thoughts Oxf. Women and children of so high resolue And Warriors faint why t were perpetuall Shame Oh braue yong Prince thy Noble grandfather doth liue againe in thee Long maiest thou liue to beare his image And to renew his glories Sum. And he that turnes and flies when such do fight Let him to bed and like the Owle by daie Be hist and wondered at if he arise Enter a Messenger Mes My Lords Duke Edward with a mighty power Is maâ—ching hitherwards to fight with you Oxf. I thought it was his pollicie to take vs vnprouided But here will we stand and fight it to the death Enter king Edward Cla. Glo. Hast and Souldiers Edw. See brothers yonder stands the thornie wood Which by Gods assistance and your prowesse Shall with our swords yer night be cleane cut downe Queen Lords Knights gentlemen what I should say My teares gainesaie for as you see I drinke The water of mine eies Then no more But this Henry your king is prisoner In the tower his land and all our friends Are quite distrest and yonder standes The Wolfe that makes all this Then on Gods name Lords togither cry saint George All Saint George for Lancaster Alarmes to the battell Yorke flies then the chambers be discharged Then enter the king Cla Glo. the rest make a great shout and crie for Yorke for Yorke and then the Queene is taken the prince Oxf. Sum. and then sound and enter all againe Edw. Lo here a period of tumultuous broiles Awaie with Oxford to Hames castell straight For Summerset off with his guiltie head Awaie I wiâ—l not heare them speake Oxf. For my part I le not trouble thee with words Exit Oxford Sum. Not I but stoope with patience to my death Exit Sum. Edw. Now Edward what satisfaction canst thou make â—or stirring vp my subiects to rebellion Prin. Speake like a subiect proud ambitious Yorke Suppose that I am now my fathers mouth Resigne thy chaire and where I stand kneele thou Whilst I propose the selfesame words to thee Which traytor thou woudst haue me answere to Queen Oh that thy father had bin so resoluâ—d Glo. That you might still haue kept your Peticote and nere haue slolne the Brâ—â—â—h from Lancaster Prince Let Aesop fable in a winters night His câ—â—â—â—sh Riddles sorts not with this place Glo. By heauen brat I le plague you for that word Queen I thou wast borne to be a plague to men Glo. For Gods sake take a waie this captiue scold Prin Nay take away this skolding Crooktbacke rather Edw. Peace wilfull boy or I will tame your tongue Cla. Vntuterd lad thou art too malepert Prin. I know my dutie you are all vndutifull Lasciuious Edward and thou periurd George And thou mishapen Dicke I tell you all I am your better traytors as you be Edw. Take that the litnes of this railer heere Queen Oh kill me too Glo Marrie and shall Edw. Hold Richard hold for we haue doone too much alreadie Glo Why should she liue to fill the world with words Edw. What doth she swound make meanes for Her recouerie Glo Clarence excuse me to the king my brother I must to London on a serious matter Ere you come there you shall heare more newes Cla. About what prethe tell me Glo. The Towerman the Tower I le root them out Exit Gloster Queen Ah Ned speake to thy mother boy ah Thou canst not speake Traytors Tyrants bloudie Homicides They that stabd Caesar shed no bloud at all For he was a man this in respect a childe And men nere spend then furie on a child What 's worse then tyrant that I maie name You haue no children Deuils if you had The thought of them would then haue stopt your rage But if you euer hope to haue a sonne Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off As Traitors you haue doone this sweet young prinâ—e Edw. Awaie and beare her hence Queen Naie nere beare me hence dispatch Me heere heere sheath thy sword I le pardon thee my death Wilt thou not Then Clarence doe thou doe it Cla By Heauen I would not doe thee so much ease Queen Good Clarence
What my great grandfather and grandfire got My carelesse father fondlie gaue awaie Looke on the boy and let his manlie face Which promiseth successefull fortune to vs all Steele thy melting thoughtes To keepe thine owne and leaue thine owne with him King Full wel hath Clifford plaid the Orator Inferring arguments of mighty force But tell me didst thou neuer yet heare tell That things euill got had euer bad successe And happie euer was it for that sonne Whose father for his hoording went to hell I leaue my sonne my vertuous deedes behind And would my father had left me no more For all the rest is held at such a rate As askes a thousand times more care to keepe Then maie the present profit counteruaile Ah cosen Yorke would thy best friendes did know How it doth greeue me that thy head stands there Quee. My Lord this harmefull pittie makes your followers faint You promisde knighthood to your princelie soâ—ne Vnsheath your sword and straight doe dub him knight Kneele downe Edward King Edward Plantagenet 〈…〉 knight And learne this lesson boy draw â—â—y sword in right Prince My gratâ—ous father by your kingly leaue I le draw it as apparant to the â—â—owne And in that 〈…〉 to the death Northum Why that is spoken like a toward prince Enter a Messenger Mes Royall commaunders be in readinesse For with a band of fiftie thousand men Comes Warwike backing of the Duke of Yorke And in the townes whereas they passe along Proclaimes him king and manie flies to him Prepare your battels for they be at hand Clif. I would your highnesse would depart the field The Queene hath best successe when you are absent Quee. Do good my Lord and leaue vs to our fortunes King Why that 's my fortune therefore I le stay still Clif. Be it with resolution then to fight Prince Good father cheere these noble Lords Vnsheath your sword sweet father crie Saint George Clif. Pitch we our battell heere for hence wee will not moue Enter the house of Yorke Edward Now peâ—â—uâ—â—e Henrie vvilt thou yeelde thy crovvne And kneele for mercie at thy soueraignes feete Queen Go rate thy minions proud insulting boy Becomes it thee to be thus malepert Before thy kâ—ng and lawfull soueraigne Edw. I am his king and he should bend his knee I was adopted heâ—â—e by his consent George Since when he hath broke his oath For as we heare you that are king Though he dâ—e weare the Crowne Haue causde hâ—m by new act of Parlement To blot our brother out and put his owne son in Clif. And reason George Who should succeede the father but the son Rich. Are you their butcher Clif. I Crookbacke here I stand to answere thee or any of your sort Rich. T was you that kild yong Rutland was it not Clif. Yes and old Yorke too and yet not satisfide Rich. For Gâ—ds sake Lords giue synald to the fight War What saiest thou Henry wilt thou yeelde thy crowne Queen What long tongde War dare you speake When you and I met at saint Albones last Your legs did better seruice than your hands War I then t was my turne to flee but now t is thine Clif. You said so much before and yet you fled War T was not your valour Clifford that droue mee thence Northum No nor your manhood Warwike that could make you staie Rich. Northumberland Northumberland wee holde Thee reuerentlie Breake off the paâ—â—â—e foâ— scarse I can refraine the execution of my big swolne Hart against that Clifford there that Cruell child-killer Clif Why I kild thy father calst thou him a child Rich. I like a villaine and a trecherous coward As thou didst kill our tâ—nder brother Rutland But ere sunne set I le make thee curse the dâ—ed King Haue doone with wordes great Lordes and Hear me speake Queen Defie them then or else hold close thy lips King I prethe giue no limits to my tongue I am a king and priuiledge to speake Clif. My Lord the wound that bred this meeting here Cannot be cru'd with words therefore be still Rich. Then executioner vnsheath thy sword By him that made vs all I am resolu'de That Cliffords manhood hangs vpon his tongue Edw. What saist thou Henry shall I hâ—ue my right or no A thousand men haue broke their fast to daie That nere shall dine vnlesse thou yeeld the crowne War If thou denie their blouds be on thy head For Yorke in iustice puts his armour on Prin. If all be right that Warwike saies is right There is no wrong but all things must be right Rich. Whosoeuer got thee there thy mother stands For well I wot thou hast thy mothers tongue Queen But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam But like a soule mishapen stygmaticke Markt by the destinies to be auoided As venome Todes or Lizards fainting lookes Rich. Iron of Naples hid with English gilt Thy father beares the tâ—tle of a king As if a channell should be calde the Sea Shames thou not knowing from whence thou art deRiu'de to parlie thus with Englands lawfull heires Edw. A wispe of straw were worth a thousand crowns To make that shamelesse câ—llet know her selfe Thy husbands father reueld in the hart of France And tam'de the French and made the Doiphin stoope And had he macht according to his state He might haue kept that glorie till this daie But when he tooke a begger to his bed And gracst thy poore sire with his bridall daie Then that sun-shine bred a showre for him Which washt his fathers fortunes out of France And heapt seditions on his crowne at home For what hath mou'd these tumults but thy pride Hadst thou beene meeke our title yet had slept And we in pittie of the gentle king Had slipt our claime vntill an other age George But when we saw our summer brought the gaine And that the haruest brought vs no increase We set the axe to thy vsurping root And though the edge haue something hit our selues Yet know thou we will neuer cease to strike Till we haue hewne thee downe Or bath'd thy growing with our heated blouds Edw. And in this resolution I defie thee Not willing anie longer conference Since thou deniest the gentle king to speake Sound trumpets let our bloudie colours waue And either victorie or else a graue Quee. Staie Edward staie Edw. Hence wrangling woman I le no longer staie Thy words will cost ten thousand liues to daie Exeunt Omnes Alarmes Enter Warwike War Sore spent with toile as runners with the race I laie me downe a little while to breath For strokes receiude and manie blowes repaide Hath robd my strong knit sinnews of their strength And force perforce needes must I rest my selfe Enter Edward Edw. Smile gentle heauens or strike vngentle death That we maie die vnlesse we gaine the daie What fatall starre malignant frownes from heauen Vpon the harmelesse line of Yorkes tâ—ue house Enter George George Come brother come le ts to the field
weare a crowne A crowne for Yorke and Lords bow low to him So hold you his hands whilst I doe set it on I now lookes he like a king This is he that tooke king Henries chaire And this is he was his adopted aire But how is it that great Plantagenet Is crownd so soone and broke his holie oath As I bethinke me you should not be king Till our Henry had shooke hands with death And will you impale your head with Henries glorie And rob his temples of the Diadem Now in his life against your holie oath Oh t is a fault too too vnpardonable Off with the crowne and with the crowne his head And whilst we breath taâ—e time to doe him dead Clif. That 's my office for my fathers death Queen Yet stay le ts here the Orisons he makes York She wolfe of France but worse than Wolues of France Whose tongue more poison'd than the Adders tooth How ill beseeming is it in thy sexe To triumph like an Amazonian trull Vpon his woes whom Fortune captiuates But that thy face is visard like vnchanging Made impudent by vse of euill deeds I would assaie proud Queene to make thee blush To tell thee of whence thou art from whom deriâ—de T were shame enough to shame thee wert thou not shamelesse Thy father beares the type of king of Naples Of both the Sissâ—les and Ierusalem Yet not so wealthie as an English yeoman Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to insult It needes not or it bootes thee not proud Queene Vnlesse the Adage must be verâ—â—â—de That beggers mâ—unted run their horse to death T is beautie that oft makes women proud But God he wots thy sâ—are thereof is small T is gouernmâ—nt that makes them most admirde The contrarie doth make thee wondred at T is vertue that makes them seeme deuine The want thereof makes thee abhominable Thou art as opposite to euerie good As the Antipodes are vnto vs Or as the south to the Septentrion Oh Tygers hart wrapt in a womans hide Hovv couldst thou draine the life bloud of the childe To bid the father wiâ—e his eies withall And yet be seene to beare a womans face Women are milde pittifull and flexible Thou indurate sterne rough râ—morcelesse Bids thou me rage why novv thou hast thy vvill Wouldst haue me weepe vvhy so thou hast thy vvish For raging windes blowes vp a storme of teares And when the rage alâ—ieâ— the raine begins These teares are my sweet Rutlands obsequies And euerie drop bâ—gs vengeance as it fals On thee fell Clifford and the false French woman North. Beshrevv me but his passions moue me so As hardlie can I checke mine eies from teares York That facâ— of his the hungrie Cannibals Could not haue tucht would not haue staind with bloud But you are more inhumaine more inexorable O ten times more then Tvgers of Arcadia See ruthlesse Queene a haplesse fathers teares This cloth thou dipts in bloud of my sweet boy And loe with teares I wash the bloud awaie Keepe thou the napkin and go boast of that And if thou tell the heauie storie well Vpon my soule the hearers will shee l teares I euen my soes will shee l fast falling teares And saie alas it was a pitteous deed Here take the crowne and with the crowne my curse And in thy need such comfort come to thee As now I reape at thy tvvo cruell hands Hard-harted Clifford take me from the world My soule to heauen my bloud vpon your heads North. Had he bin slaughterman of all my kin I could not chuse but weepe with him to see How inlie anger gripes his hart Quee. What weeping ripe my Lorde Northumberland Thinke but vpon the wrong he did vs all And that will quicklie drie your melting tears Clif. Thear 's for my oath thear 's for my fathers death Queene And thear 's to right our gentle harted kind York Open thy gates of mercie gratious God My soule flies foorth to meet with thee Queene Off with his head and set it on Yorke Gates So Yorke maie ouerlooke the towne of Yorke Exeunt omnes Enter Edward and Richard with drum and Souldiers Edw. After this dangerous fight and haplesse warre Hoâ— doth my noble brother Richard fare Rich. I cannot ioy vnâ—il I be resolu'de Where our â—â—ght valiant father is become Hâ—◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I see him beare himselfe As 〈…〉 â—idst a heard of neat So 〈…〉 our valiant father Me thinkes t is 〈◊〉 enough to be his sonne Three 〈…〉 in the aire Edw. 〈…〉 the 〈◊〉 opes her golden gates And takes her farewell of the glorious sun Daâ—â—◠〈…〉 doe I see three suns Rich Three glorious suns 〈◊〉 seperated by a racking Cloud but 〈◊〉 in a pale cleere shining skie 〈…〉 they ioine embrace and seeme to kisâ—e 〈…〉 vowde some league inuiolate 〈…〉 are they but one lampe one light one sun In this the heauens doth figure some euent Edw. I thinke it cites vs brother to the field That we the sonnes of braue Plantagenet Alreadie each one shining by his meed May ioine in one and ouerpeere the world As this the earth and therefore hence forward I le beare vpon my Target three faire shining suns But what art thou that lookest so heauilie Mes Oh one that was a wofull looker on When as the noble Duke of Yorke was slaine Edw. O speake no more for I can heare no more Rich. Tell on thy tale for I will heare it all Mes When as the noble Duke was put to slight And then pursu'de by Clifford and the Queene And manie souldiers mâ—â— who all at once Let driue at him and forst the Duke to yeeld And then they set him on a molehill there And crownd the gratious Duke in high despite Who then with â—â—ares began to waile his fall The 〈◊〉 Queene â—â—â—â—euing he did weepe Gaue hâ—m a handkercher to wipe his eies Dâ—pt in the bloud of sweet young Rutland By rough Clifford slâ—ine who weeping tooke it vp Then through hâ—s brest they thrust their bloudy swordes Who like a lâ—mbe fell at the butchers feete Then on the gates of Yorke they set his head And there it doth remaine the piteous spectacle That ere mine eies beheld Edw. Sweet Duke of Yorke our prop to leane vpon Now thou art gone there is no hope for vs Now my soules pallace is become a prison Oh would she breake from compasâ—e of my breast For neuer shall I haue more ioie Rich. I cannot weepe for all my breasts moisture Scarse serues to quench my furnacâ— burning hart I cannot ioie till this white rose be dide Euen in the hart bloud of the house of Lancaster Richard I bare thy name and I le reuenge thy death Or die my selfe in seeking of reuenge Edw. His name that valiant Duke hath lâ—ft with thee His chaire and Dukedome that remaines for me Rich. Nay if thou be that princely Eagles bird Shew thy descent by gazing gainst the sunne For chaire and dukedome Throne and