| ACT I SCENE I | London. The palace. | |
| | Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter KINGHENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, SALISBURY, WARWICK, andCARDINAL, on the one side; QUEEN MARGARET, SUFFOLK,YORK, SOMERSET, and BUCKINGHAM, on the other | |
| SUFFOLK | As by your high imperial majesty | |
| | I had in charge at my depart for France, | |
| | As procurator to your excellence, | |
| | To marry Princess Margaret for your grace, | 5 |
| | So, in the famous ancient city, Tours, | |
| | In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil, | |
| | The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne and Alencon, | |
| | Seven earls, twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops, | |
| | I have perform'd my task and was espoused: | 10 |
| | And humbly now upon my bended knee, | |
| | In sight of England and her lordly peers, | |
| | Deliver up my title in the queen | |
| | To your most gracious hands, that are the substance | |
| | Of that great shadow I did represent; | 15 |
| | The happiest gift that ever marquess gave, | |
| | The fairest queen that ever king received. | |
| KING HENRY VI | Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret: | |
| | I can express no kinder sign of love | |
| | Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life, | 20 |
| | Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness! | |
| | For thou hast given me in this beauteous face | |
| | A world of earthly blessings to my soul, | |
| | If sympathy of love unite our thoughts. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Great King of England and my gracious lord, | 25 |
| | The mutual conference that my mind hath had, | |
| | By day, by night, waking and in my dreams, | |
| | In courtly company or at my beads, | |
| | With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign, | |
| | Makes me the bolder to salute my king | 30 |
| | With ruder terms, such as my wit affords | |
| | And over-joy of heart doth minister. | |
| KING HENRY VI | Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech, | |
| | Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty, | |
| | Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys; | 35 |
| | Such is the fulness of my heart's content. | |
| | Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love. | |
| ALL | Kneeling | |
| | happiness! | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | We thank you all. | |
| | Flourish | |
| SUFFOLK | My lord protector, so it please your grace, | 40 |
| | Here are the articles of contracted peace | |
| | Between our sovereign and the French king Charles, | |
| | For eighteen months concluded by consent. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Reads | |
| | king Charles, and William de la Pole, Marquess of | |
| | Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, that | 45 |
| | the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret, | |
| | daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia and | |
| | Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the | |
| | thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, that the duchy | |
| | of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released | 50 |
| | and delivered to the king her father'-- | |
| | Lets the paper fall | |
| KING HENRY VI | Uncle, how now! | |
| GLOUCESTER | Pardon me, gracious lord; | |
| | Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart | |
| | And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further. | 55 |
| KING HENRY VI | Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on. | |
| CARDINAL | Reads | |
| | that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be | |
| | released and delivered over to the king her father, | |
| | and she sent over of the King of England's own | |
| | proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.' | 60 |
| KING HENRY VI | They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down: | |
| | We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk, | |
| | And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York, | |
| | We here discharge your grace from being regent | |
| | I' the parts of France, till term of eighteen months | 65 |
| | Be full expired. Thanks, uncle Winchester, | |
| | Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset, | |
| | Salisbury, and Warwick; | |
| | We thank you all for the great favour done, | |
| | In entertainment to my princely queen. | 70 |
| | Come, let us in, and with all speed provide | |
| | To see her coronation be perform'd. | |
| | Exeunt KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SUFFOLK | |
| GLOUCESTER | Brave peers of England, pillars of the state, | |
| | To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief, | |
| | Your grief, the common grief of all the land. | 75 |
| | What! did my brother Henry spend his youth, | |
| | His valour, coin and people, in the wars? | |
| | Did he so often lodge in open field, | |
| | In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, | |
| | To conquer France, his true inheritance? | 80 |
| | And did my brother Bedford toil his wits, | |
| | To keep by policy what Henry got? | |
| | Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham, | |
| | Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick, | |
| | Received deep scars in France and Normandy? | 85 |
| | Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself, | |
| | With all the learned council of the realm, | |
| | Studied so long, sat in the council-house | |
| | Early and late, debating to and fro | |
| | How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe, | 90 |
| | And had his highness in his infancy | |
| | Crowned in Paris in despite of foes? | |
| | And shall these labours and these honours die? | |
| | Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance, | |
| | Your deeds of war and all our counsel die? | 95 |
| | O peers of England, shameful is this league! | |
| | Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame, | |
| | Blotting your names from books of memory, | |
| | Razing the characters of your renown, | |
| | Defacing monuments of conquer'd France, | 100 |
| | Undoing all, as all had never been! | |
| CARDINAL | Nephew, what means this passionate discourse, | |
| | This peroration with such circumstance? | |
| | For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can; | 105 |
| | But now it is impossible we should: | |
| | Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast, | |
| | Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine | |
| | Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style | |
| | Agrees not with the leanness of his purse. | 110 |
| SALISBURY | Now, by the death of Him that died for all, | |
| | These counties were the keys of Normandy. | |
| | But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son? | |
| WARWICK | For grief that they are past recovery: | |
| | For, were there hope to conquer them again, | 115 |
| | My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. | |
| | Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both; | |
| | Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer: | |
| | And are the cities, that I got with wounds, | |
| | Delivered up again with peaceful words? | 120 |
| | Mort Dieu! | |
| YORK | For Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate, | |
| | That dims the honour of this warlike isle! | |
| | France should have torn and rent my very heart, | |
| | Before I would have yielded to this league. | 125 |
| | I never read but England's kings have had | |
| | Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives: | |
| | And our King Henry gives away his own, | |
| | To match with her that brings no vantages. | |
| GLOUCESTER | A proper jest, and never heard before, | 130 |
| | That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth | |
| | For costs and charges in transporting her! | |
| | She should have stayed in France and starved | |
| | in France, Before-- | |
| CARDINAL | My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot: | 135 |
| | It was the pleasure of my lord the King. | |
| GLOUCESTER | My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind; | |
| | 'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike, | |
| | But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye. | |
| | Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face | 140 |
| | I see thy fury: if I longer stay, | |
| | We shall begin our ancient bickerings. | |
| | Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone, | |
| | I prophesied France will be lost ere long. | |
| | Exit | |
| CARDINAL | So, there goes our protector in a rage. | 145 |
| | 'Tis known to you he is mine enemy, | |
| | Nay, more, an enemy unto you all, | |
| | And no great friend, I fear me, to the king. | |
| | Consider, lords, he is the next of blood, | |
| | And heir apparent to the English crown: | 150 |
| | Had Henry got an empire by his marriage, | |
| | And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west, | |
| | There's reason he should be displeased at it. | |
| | Look to it, lords! let not his smoothing words | |
| | Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect. | 155 |
| | What though the common people favour him, | |
| | Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of | |
| | Gloucester,' | |
| | Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice, | |
| | 'Jesu maintain your royal excellence!' | 160 |
| | With 'God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!' | |
| | I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss, | |
| | He will be found a dangerous protector. | |
| BUCKINGHAM | Why should he, then, protect our sovereign, | |
| | He being of age to govern of himself? | 165 |
| | Cousin of Somerset, join you with me, | |
| | And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk, | |
| | We'll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat. | |
| CARDINAL | This weighty business will not brook delay: | |
| | I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently. | 170 |
| | Exit | |
| SOMERSET | Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride | |
| | And greatness of his place be grief to us, | |
| | Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal: | |
| | His insolence is more intolerable | |
| | Than all the princes in the land beside: | 175 |
| | If Gloucester be displaced, he'll be protector. | |
| BUCKINGHAM | Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector, | |
| | Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal. | |
| | Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and SOMERSET | |
| SALISBURY | Pride went before, ambition follows him. | |
| | While these do labour for their own preferment, | 180 |
| | Behoves it us to labour for the realm. | |
| | I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester | |
| | Did bear him like a noble gentleman. | |
| | Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal, | |
| | More like a soldier than a man o' the church, | 185 |
| | As stout and proud as he were lord of all, | |
| | Swear like a ruffian and demean himself | |
| | Unlike the ruler of a commonweal. | |
| | Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age, | |
| | Thy deeds, thy plainness and thy housekeeping, | 190 |
| | Hath won the greatest favour of the commons, | |
| | Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey: | |
| | And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland, | |
| | In bringing them to civil discipline, | |
| | Thy late exploits done in the heart of France, | 195 |
| | When thou wert regent for our sovereign, | |
| | Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people: | |
| | Join we together, for the public good, | |
| | In what we can, to bridle and suppress | |
| | The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal, | 200 |
| | With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition; | |
| | And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey's deeds, | |
| | While they do tend the profit of the land. | |
| WARWICK | So God help Warwick, as he loves the land, | |
| | And common profit of his country! | 205 |
| YORK | Aside | |
| SALISBURY | Then let's make haste away, and look unto the main. | |
| WARWICK | Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost; | |
| | That Maine which by main force Warwick did win, | |
| | And would have kept so long as breath did last! | |
| | Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, | 210 |
| | Which I will win from France, or else be slain, | |
| | Exeunt WARWICK and SALISBURY | |
| YORK | Anjou and Maine are given to the French; | |
| | Paris is lost; the state of Normandy | |
| | Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone: | |
| | Suffolk concluded on the articles, | 215 |
| | The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased | |
| | To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter. | |
| | I cannot blame them all: what is't to them? | |
| | 'Tis thine they give away, and not their own. | |
| | Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage | 220 |
| | And purchase friends and give to courtezans, | |
| | Still revelling like lords till all be gone; | |
| | While as the silly owner of the goods | |
| | Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands | |
| | And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof, | 225 |
| | While all is shared and all is borne away, | |
| | Ready to starve and dare not touch his own: | |
| | So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue, | |
| | While his own lands are bargain'd for and sold. | |
| | Methinks the realms of England, France and Ireland | 230 |
| | Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood | |
| | As did the fatal brand Althaea burn'd | |
| | Unto the prince's heart of Calydon. | |
| | Anjou and Maine both given unto the French! | |
| | Cold news for me, for I had hope of France, | 235 |
| | Even as I have of fertile England's soil. | |
| | A day will come when York shall claim his own; | |
| | And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts | |
| | And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey, | |
| | And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown, | 240 |
| | For that's the golden mark I seek to hit: | |
| | Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right, | |
| | Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist, | |
| | Nor wear the diadem upon his head, | |
| | Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown. | 245 |
| | Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve: | |
| | Watch thou and wake when others be asleep, | |
| | To pry into the secrets of the state; | |
| | Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love, | |
| | With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen, | 250 |
| | And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars: | |
| | Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose, | |
| | With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed; | |
| | And in my standard bear the arms of York | |
| | To grapple with the house of Lancaster; | 255 |
| | And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown, | |
| | Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down. | |
| | Exit | |