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King Henry VI, Part II

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ACT III SCENE I The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's. 
KING HENRY VII muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come:
'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,
Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.
QUEEN MARGARETCan you not see? or will ye not observe
The strangeness of his alter'd countenance?5
With what a majesty he bears himself,
How insolent of late he is become,
How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself?
We know the time since he was mild and affable,
And if we did but glance a far-off look,10
Immediately he was upon his knee,
That all the court admired him for submission:
But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,
When every one will give the time of day,
He knits his brow and shows an angry eye,15
And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
Disdaining duty that to us belongs.
Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
But great men tremble when the lion roars;
And Humphrey is no little man in England.20
First note that he is near you in descent,
And should you fall, he as the next will mount.
Me seemeth then it is no policy,
Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears
And his advantage following your decease,25
That he should come about your royal person
Or be admitted to your highness' council.
By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts,
And when he please to make commotion,
'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.30
Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
The reverent care I bear unto my lord
Made me collect these dangers in the duke.35
If it be fond, call it a woman's fear;
Which fear if better reasons can supplant,
I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the duke.
My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,
Reprove my allegation, if you can;40
Or else conclude my words effectual.
SUFFOLKWell hath your highness seen into this duke;
And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
I think I should have told your grace's tale.
The duchess, by his subornation,45
Upon my life, began her devilish practises:
Or, if he were not privy to those faults,
Yet, by reputing of his high descent,
As next the king he was successive heir,
And such high vaunts of his nobility,50
Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess
By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
And in his simple show he harbours treason.
The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.55
No, no, my sovereign; Gloucester is a man
Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit.
CARDINALDid he not, contrary to form of law,
Devise strange deaths for small offences done?
YORKAnd did he not, in his protectorship,60
Levy great sums of money through the realm
For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it?
By means whereof the towns each day revolted.
BUCKINGHAMTut, these are petty faults to faults unknown.
Which time will bring to light in smooth65
Duke Humphrey.
KING HENRY VIMy lords, at once: the care you have of us,
To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot,
Is worthy praise: but, shall I speak my conscience,
Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent70
From meaning treason to our royal person
As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove:
The duke is virtuous, mild and too well given
To dream on evil or to work my downfall.
QUEEN MARGARETAh, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance!75
Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrowed,
For he's disposed as the hateful raven:
Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him,
For he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf.
Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit?80
Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all
Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.
SOMERSETAll health unto my gracious sovereign!
KING HENRY VIWelcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France?
SOMERSETThat all your interest in those territories85
Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.
KING HENRY VICold news, Lord Somerset: but God's will be done!
YORK[Aside] Cold news for me; for I had hope of France
As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud90
And caterpillars eat my leaves away;
But I will remedy this gear ere long,
Or sell my title for a glorious grave.
GLOUCESTERAll happiness unto my lord the king!
Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long.95
SUFFOLKNay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon,
Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art:
I do arrest thee of high treason here.
GLOUCESTERWell, Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush
Nor change my countenance for this arrest:100
A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.
The purest spring is not so free from mud
As I am clear from treason to my sovereign:
Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty?
YORK'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France,105
And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay;
By means whereof his highness hath lost France.
GLOUCESTERIs it but thought so? what are they that think it?
I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,
Nor ever had one penny bribe from France.110
So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,
Ay, night by night, in studying good for England,
That doit that e'er I wrested from the king,
Or any groat I hoarded to my use,
Be brought against me at my trial-day!115
No; many a pound of mine own proper store,
Because I would not tax the needy commons,
Have I disbursed to the garrisons,
And never ask'd for restitution.
CARDINALIt serves you well, my lord, to say so much.120
GLOUCESTERI say no more than truth, so help me God!
YORKIn your protectorship you did devise
Strange tortures for offenders never heard of,
That England was defamed by tyranny.
GLOUCESTERWhy, 'tis well known that, whiles I was125
Pity was all the fault that was in me;
For I should melt at an offender's tears,
And lowly words were ransom for their fault.
Unless it were a bloody murderer,130
Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers,
I never gave them condign punishment:
Murder indeed, that bloody sin, I tortured
Above the felon or what trespass else.
SUFFOLKMy lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:135
But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,
Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.
I do arrest you in his highness' name;
And here commit you to my lord cardinal
To keep, until your further time of trial.140
KING HENRY VIMy lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope
That you will clear yourself from all suspect:
My conscience tells me you are innocent.
GLOUCESTERAh, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:
Virtue is choked with foul ambition145
And charity chased hence by rancour's hand;
Foul subornation is predominant
And equity exiled your highness' land.
I know their complot is to have my life,
And if my death might make this island happy,150
And prove the period of their tyranny,
I would expend it with all willingness:
But mine is made the prologue to their play;
For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.155
Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice,
And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate;
Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his tongue
The envious load that lies upon his heart;
And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,160
Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
By false accuse doth level at my life:
And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,
Causeless have laid disgraces on my head,
And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up165
My liefest liege to be mine enemy:
Ay, all you have laid your heads together--
Myself had notice of your conventicles--
And all to make away my guiltless life.
I shall not want false witness to condemn me,170
Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt;
The ancient proverb will be well effected:
'A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.'
CARDINALMy liege, his railing is intolerable:
If those that care to keep your royal person175
From treason's secret knife and traitors' rage
Be thus upbraided, chid and rated at,
And the offender granted scope of speech,
'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace.
SUFFOLKHath he not twit our sovereign lady here180
With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd,
As if she had suborned some to swear
False allegations to o'erthrow his state?
QUEEN MARGARETBut I can give the loser leave to chide.
GLOUCESTERFar truer spoke than meant: I lose, indeed;185
Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false!
And well such losers may have leave to speak.
BUCKINGHAMHe'll wrest the sense and hold us here all day:
Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.
CARDINALSirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure.190
GLOUCESTERAh! thus King Henry throws away his crutch
Before his legs be firm to bear his body.
Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side,
And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first.
Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were!195
For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear.
[Exit, guarded]
KING HENRY VIMy lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,
Do or undo, as if ourself were here.
QUEEN MARGARETWhat, will your highness leave the parliament?
KING HENRY VIAy, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with grief,200
Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes,
My body round engirt with misery,
For what's more miserable than discontent?
Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see
The map of honour, truth and loyalty:205
And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come
That e'er I proved thee false or fear'd thy faith.
What louring star now envies thy estate,
That these great lords and Margaret our queen
Do seek subversion of thy harmless life?210
Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong;
And as the butcher takes away the calf
And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays,
Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house,
Even so remorseless have they borne him hence;215
And as the dam runs lowing up and down,
Looking the way her harmless young one went,
And can do nought but wail her darling's loss,
Even so myself bewails good Gloucester's case
With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm'd eyes220
Look after him and cannot do him good,
So mighty are his vowed enemies.
His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan
Say 'Who's a traitor? Gloucester he is none.'
[ Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, and YORK; SOMERSET remains apart ]
QUEEN MARGARETFree lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams.225
Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show
Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile
With sorrow snares relenting passengers,
Or as the snake roll'd in a flowering bank,230
With shining chequer'd slough, doth sting a child
That for the beauty thinks it excellent.
Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I--
And yet herein I judge mine own wit good--
This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world,235
To rid us of the fear we have of him.
CARDINALThat he should die is worthy policy;
But yet we want a colour for his death:
'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law.
SUFFOLKBut, in my mind, that were no policy:240
The king will labour still to save his life,
The commons haply rise, to save his life;
And yet we have but trivial argument,
More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.
YORKSo that, by this, you would not have him die.245
SUFFOLKAh, York, no man alive so fain as I!
YORK'Tis York that hath more reason for his death.
But, my lord cardinal, and you, my Lord of Suffolk,
Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,
Were't not all one, an empty eagle were set250
To guard the chicken from a hungry kite,
As place Duke Humphrey for the king's protector?
QUEEN MARGARETSo the poor chicken should be sure of death.
SUFFOLKMadam, 'tis true; and were't not madness, then,
To make the fox surveyor of the fold?255
Who being accused a crafty murderer,
His guilt should be but idly posted over,
Because his purpose is not executed.
No; let him die, in that he is a fox,
By nature proved an enemy to the flock,260
Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood,
As Humphrey, proved by reasons, to my liege.
And do not stand on quillets how to slay him:
Be it by gins, by snares, by subtlety,
Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,265
So he be dead; for that is good deceit
Which mates him first that first intends deceit.
QUEEN MARGARETThrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke.
SUFFOLKNot resolute, except so much were done;
For things are often spoke and seldom meant:270
But that my heart accordeth with my tongue,
Seeing the deed is meritorious,
And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,
Say but the word, and I will be his priest.
CARDINALBut I would have him dead, my Lord of Suffolk,275
Ere you can take due orders for a priest:
Say you consent and censure well the deed,
And I'll provide his executioner,
I tender so the safety of my liege.
SUFFOLKHere is my hand, the deed is worthy doing.280
YORKAnd I and now we three have spoke it,
It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.
[Enter a Post]
PostGreat lords, from Ireland am I come amain,
To signify that rebels there are up285
And put the Englishmen unto the sword:
Send succors, lords, and stop the rage betime,
Before the wound do grow uncurable;
For, being green, there is great hope of help.
CARDINALA breach that craves a quick expedient stop!290
What counsel give you in this weighty cause?
YORKThat Somerset be sent as regent thither:
'Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd;
Witness the fortune he hath had in France.
SOMERSETIf York, with all his far-fet policy,295
Had been the regent there instead of me,
He never would have stay'd in France so long.
YORKNo, not to lose it all, as thou hast done:
I rather would have lost my life betimes
Than bring a burthen of dishonour home300
By staying there so long till all were lost.
Show me one scar character'd on thy skin:
Men's flesh preserved so whole do seldom win.
QUEEN MARGARETNay, then, this spark will prove a raging fire,
If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with:305
No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still:
Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,
Might happily have proved far worse than his.
YORKWhat, worse than nought? nay, then, a shame take all!
SOMERSETAnd, in the number, thee that wishest shame!310
CARDINALMy Lord of York, try what your fortune is.
The uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms
And temper clay with blood of Englishmen:
To Ireland will you lead a band of men,
Collected choicely, from each county some,315
And try your hap against the Irishmen?
YORKI will, my lord, so please his majesty.
SUFFOLKWhy, our authority is his consent,
And what we do establish he confirms:
Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.320
YORKI am content: provide me soldiers, lords,
Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.
SUFFOLKA charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd.
But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.
CARDINALNo more of him; for I will deal with him325
That henceforth he shall trouble us no more.
And so break off; the day is almost spent:
Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.
YORKMy Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days
At Bristol I expect my soldiers;330
For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.
SUFFOLKI'll see it truly done, my Lord of York.
[Exeunt all but YORK]
YORKNow, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
And change misdoubt to resolution:
Be that thou hopest to be, or what thou art335
Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying:
Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man,
And find no harbour in a royal heart.
Faster than spring-time showers comes thought
on thought,340
And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
My brain more busy than the labouring spider
Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,
To send me packing with an host of men:345
I fear me you but warm the starved snake,
Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting
your hearts.
'Twas men I lack'd and you will give them me:
I take it kindly; and yet be well assured350
You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,
I will stir up in England some black storm
Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell;
And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage355
Until the golden circuit on my head,
Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams,
Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
And, for a minister of my intent,
I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,360
John Cade of Ashford,
To make commotion, as full well he can,
Under the title of John Mortimer.
In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
Oppose himself against a troop of kerns,365
And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts
Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porpentine;
And, in the end being rescued, I have seen
Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,
Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.370
Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern,
Hath he conversed with the enemy,
And undiscover'd come to me again
And given me notice of their villanies.
This devil here shall be my substitute;375
For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:
By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
How they affect the house and claim of York.
Say he be taken, rack'd and tortured,380
I know no pain they can inflict upon him
Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will,
Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength
And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd;385
For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
And Henry put apart, the next for me.

Continue to 2 Henry VI, Act 3, Scene 2


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