King Henry VI, Part II

King Henry VI, Part II

ACT V SCENE I	Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
	Enter YORK, and his army of Irish, with drumand colours
YORK	From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
	And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
	Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
	To entertain great England's lawful king.	5
	Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear?
	Let them obey that know not how to rule;
	This hand was made to handle naught but gold.
	I cannot give due action to my words,
	Except a sword or sceptre balance it:	10
	A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,
	On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
	Enter BUCKINGHAM
	Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
	The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
BUCKINGHAM	York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.	15
YORK	Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
	Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
BUCKINGHAM	A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
	To know the reason of these arms in peace;
	Or why thou, being a subject as I am,	20
	Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
	Should raise so great a power without his leave,
	Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.
YORK	Aside
	O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
	I am so angry at these abject terms;	25
	And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
	On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
	I am far better born than is the king,
	More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
	But I must make fair weather yet a while,	30
	Till Henry be more weak and I more strong,--
	Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me,
	That I have given no answer all this while;
	My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
	The cause why I have brought this army hither	35
	Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
	Seditious to his grace and to the state.
BUCKINGHAM	That is too much presumption on thy part:
	But if thy arms be to no other end,
	The king hath yielded unto thy demand:	40
	The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
YORK	Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
BUCKINGHAM	Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.
YORK	Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.
	Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;	45
	Meet me to-morrow in St. George's field,
	You shall have pay and every thing you wish.
	And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
	Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,
	As pledges of my fealty and love;	50
	I'll send them all as willing as I live:
	Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have,
	Is his to use, so Somerset may die.
BUCKINGHAM	York, I commend this kind submission:
	We twain will go into his highness' tent.	55
	Enter KING HENRY VI and Attendants
KING HENRY VI	Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,
	That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
YORK	In all submission and humility
	York doth present himself unto your highness.
KING HENRY VI	Then what intends these forces thou dost bring?	60
YORK	To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,
	And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade,
	Who since I heard to be discomfited.
	Enter IDEN, with CADE'S head
IDEN	If one so rude and of so mean condition
	May pass into the presence of a king,	65
	Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
	The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.
KING HENRY VI	The head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou!
	O, let me view his visage, being dead,
	That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.	70
	Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?
IDEN	I was, an't like your majesty.
KING HENRY VI	How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?
IDEN	Alexander Iden, that's my name;
	A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.	75
BUCKINGHAM	So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss
	He were created knight for his good service.
KING HENRY VI	Iden, kneel down.
	He kneels
	Rise up a knight.
	We give thee for reward a thousand marks,	80
	And will that thou henceforth attend on us.
IDEN	May Iden live to merit such a bounty.
	And never live but true unto his liege!
	Rises
	Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET
KING HENRY VI	See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:
	Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.	85
QUEEN MARGARET	For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,
	But boldly stand and front him to his face.
YORK	How now! is Somerset at liberty?
	Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts,
	And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.	90
	Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
	False king! why hast thou broken faith with me,
	Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
	King did I call thee? no, thou art not king,
	Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,	95
	Which darest not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
	That head of thine doth not become a crown;
	Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
	And not to grace an awful princely sceptre.
	That gold must round engirt these brows of mine,	100
	Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
	Is able with the change to kill and cure.
	Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up
	And with the same to act controlling laws.
	Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more	105
	O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.
SOMERSET	O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,
	Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown;
	Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
YORK	Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,	110
	If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
	Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;
	Exit Attendant
	I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
	They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
QUEEN MARGARET	Call hither Clifford! bid him come amain,	115
	To say if that the bastard boys of York
	Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
	Exit BUCKINGHAM
YORK	O blood-besotted Neapolitan,
	Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
	The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,	120
	Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
	That for my surety will refuse the boys!
	Enter EDWARD and RICHARD
	See where they come: I'll warrant they'll
	make it good.
	Enter CLIFFORD and YOUNG CLIFFORD
QUEEN MARGARET	And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.	125
CLIFFORD	Health and all happiness to my lord the king!
	Kneels
YORK	I thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with thee?
	Nay, do not fright us with an angry look;
	We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
	For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.	130
CLIFFORD	This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
	But thou mistakest me much to think I do:
	To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?
KING HENRY VI	Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour
	Makes him oppose himself against his king.	135
CLIFFORD	He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
	And chop away that factious pate of his.
QUEEN MARGARET	He is arrested, but will not obey;
	His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
YORK	Will you not, sons?	140
EDWARD	Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.
RICHARD	And if words will not, then our weapons shall.
CLIFFORD	Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!
YORK	Look in a glass, and call thy image so:
	I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.	145
	Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
	That with the very shaking of their chains
	They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:
	Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.
	Enter the WARWICK and SALISBURY
CLIFFORD	Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death.	150
	And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
	If thou darest bring them to the baiting place.
RICHARD	Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur
	Run back and bite, because he was withheld;
	Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,	155
	Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs and cried:
	And such a piece of service will you do,
	If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.
CLIFFORD	Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
	As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!	160
YORK	Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
CLIFFORD	Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
KING HENRY VI	Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
	Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
	Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!	165
	What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,
	And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
	O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?
	If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
	Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?	170
	Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
	And shame thine honourable age with blood?
	Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
	Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
	For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me	175
	That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
SALISBURY	My lord, I have consider'd with myself
	The title of this most renowned duke;
	And in my conscience do repute his grace
	The rightful heir to England's royal seat.	180
KING HENRY VI	Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
SALISBURY	I have.
KING HENRY VI	Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?
SALISBURY	It is great sin to swear unto a sin,
	But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.	185
	Who can be bound by any solemn vow
	To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
	To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
	To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
	To wring the widow from her custom'd right,	190
	And have no other reason for this wrong
	But that he was bound by a solemn oath?
QUEEN MARGARET	A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
KING HENRY VI	Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.
YORK	Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,	195
	I am resolved for death or dignity.
CLIFFORD	The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.
WARWICK	You were best to go to bed and dream again,
	To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
CLIFFORD	I am resolved to bear a greater storm	200
	Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
	And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
	Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
WARWICK	Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest,
	The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,	205
	This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
	As on a mountain top the cedar shows
	That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
	Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
CLIFFORD	And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear	210
	And tread it under foot with all contempt,
	Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
YOUNG CLIFFORD	And so to arms, victorious father,
	To quell the rebels and their complices.
RICHARD	Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,	215
	For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
YOUNG CLIFFORD	Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell.
RICHARD	If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
	Exeunt severally