Henry VI Part 1 (1918) Yale/Text/Act II
Enter a [French] Sergeant of a, with two Sentinels.
Serg. Sirs, take your places and be vigilant.
If any noise or soldier you perceive
Near to the walls, by some apparent sign
Let us have knowledge at the . 4
Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit Sergeant.]
Thus are poor servitors—
When others sleep upon their quiet beds—
Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.
Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with [soldiers bearing] scaling-ladders; their drums beating a.
Tal. Lord regent, and redoubted 8
By whose approach the regions of Artois,
Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,
This happy night the Frenchmen are ,
Having all day carous'd and banqueted: 12
Embrace we then this opportunity,
As fitting best to their deceit
Contriv'd by art and baleful sorcery.
Bed. Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame, 16
Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
To join with witches and the help of hell!
Bur. Traitors have never other company.
But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?
Tal. A maid, they say.
Bed.A maid, and be so martial! 21
Bur. Pray God she prove not masculine ere long;
If underneath the standard of the French
She carry armour, as she hath begun. 24
Tal. Well, let them
God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee. 28
Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess,
That we do make our entrance several ways,
That if it chance the one of us do fail,
The yet may rise against their force. 32
Bed. Agreed. I'll to yond corner.
Bur.And I to this.
Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
Of English Henry, shall this night appear 36
How much in duty I am bound to both.
Sent. Arm, arm! the enemy doth make assault!
[The English] cry, 'St. George!' 'A Talbot.' The French leap o'er the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, Bastard [of Orleans], Alençon, Reignier, half ready, and half unready.
Alen. How now, my lords! what! allso?
Bast. Unready! ay, and glad we 'scap'd so well.
Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
Alen. Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,
Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise 44
More venturous or desperate than this.
Bast. I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
Alen. Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped. 48
Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard.
Enter Charles and Joan.
Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Make us partakers of a little gain, 52
That now our loss might be ten times so much?
Joan. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping or waking must I still prevail, 56
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default,
That, being captain of the watch to-night, 61
Did look no better to that weighty charge.
Alen. Had all your quarters been so safely kept
As that whereof I had the government, 64
We had not been thus shamefully surpris'd.
Bast. Mine was secure.
Reig. And so was mine, my lord.
Char. And for myself, most part of all this night,
Within quarter and mine own precinct 68
I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
About relieving of the sentinels:
Then how or which way should they first break in?
Joan. Question, my lords, no further of the case, 72
How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
And now there rests no other shift but this;
To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers'd,
And lay new to endamage them. 77
Alarum. Enter a Soldier, crying, 'A Talbot! a Talbot!' They fly, leaving their clothes behind.
Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left.
The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
For I have loaden me with many spoils, 80
Using no other weapon but his name. Exit.
[Within the Town]
Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy [a Captain, and Others].
Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury, 4
And here advance it in the market-place,
The middle centre of this cursed town.
Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
For every drop of blood drawn from him 8
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.
And that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
Within their chiefest temple I'll erect 12
A tomb wherein his corse shall be interr'd:
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans,
The treacherous manner of his mournful death,
And what a terror he had been to France. 17
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
I we met not with the Dauphin's grace,
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,
Nor any of his false confederates. 21
Bed. 'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
They did amongst the troops of armed men 24
Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
Bur. Myself—as far as I could well discern
For smoke and dusky vapours of the night—
Am sure I scar'd the Dauphin and his trull, 28
When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves
That could not live asunder day or night.
After that things are set in order here, 32
We'll follow them with all the power we have.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. All hail, my lords! Which of this princely train
Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
So much applauded through the realm of France? 36
Tal. Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him?
Mess. The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,
With modesty admiring thy renown,
By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe 40
To visit her poor castle where she ,
That she may boast she hath beheld the man
Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
Bur. Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
Will turn into a peaceful comic sport, 45
When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men 48
Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd:
And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
And in submission will attend on her. 52
Will not your honours bear me company?
Bed. No, truly; 'tis more than manners will;
And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
Are often welcomest when they are gone. 56
Tal. Well then, alone,—since there's no remedy,—
I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.
Come hither, captain. Whispers.
You perceive my mind.
Capt. I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.
[Auvergne. Court of the Castle]
Enter Countess [and her Porter].
Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
Port. Madam, I will. Exit.
Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, 4
I shall as famous be by this exploit
As by Cyrus' death.
Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,
And his achievements of no less account: 8
Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
To give their of these rare reports.
Enter a Messenger and Talbot.
According as your ladyship desir'd, 12
By message crav'd, so is Lord Talbot come.
Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
Mess. Madam, it is.
Count.Is this the scourge of France?
Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad, 16
That with his name the mothers still their babes?
I see report is fabulous and false:
I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
A second Hector, for his grim aspect, 20
And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf:
It cannot be this weak and shrimp
Should strike such terror to his enemies. 24
Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
I'll some other time to visit you.
Count. What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes. 28
Mess. Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
I go to her Talbot's here. 32
Enter Porter, with keys.
Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
Tal. Prisoner! to whom?
Count. To me, bloodthirsty lord;
And for that cause I thee to my house.
Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, 36
For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
But now the substance shall endure the like,
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
That hast by tyranny, these many years, 40
Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
And sent our sons and husbands .
Tal. Ha, ha, ha!
Count. Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan. 44
Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so
To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow,
Whereon to practise your severity.
Count. Why, art not thou the man?
Tal.I am, indeed. 48
Count. Then have I substance too.
Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here;
For what you see is but the smallest part 52
And least proportion of humanity.
I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
It is of such a spacious lofty ,
Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. 56
Count. This is a
He will be here, and yet he is not here:
How can these contrarieties agree?
Tal. That will I show you 60.
Winds his horn. Drums strike up; a peal of ordnance. Enter Soldiers.
How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength,
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks, 64
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,
And in a moment makes them desolate.
Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited, 68
And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
For I am sorry that with reverence
I did not entertain thee as thou art. 72
Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor
The mind of Talbot as you did mistake
The outward composition of his body.
What you have done hath not offended me; 76
Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
But only, with your patience, that we may
Taste of your wine and see what you have;
For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
Count. With all my heart, and think me honoured 81
To feast so great a warrior in my house. Exeunt.
[London. The Temple Garden]
Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset, Pole [Earl of Suffolk], and others [Vernon and a Lawyer].
Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means this silence?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
Suf. Within the Temple hall we were too loud;
The garden here is more convenient. 4
Plan. Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth,
And never yet could frame my will to it; 8
And therefore frame the law unto my will.
Som. Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
Between two blades, which bears the better temper; 13
Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment; 16
But in these nice sharp of the law,
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
Plan. Tut, tut! here is a mannerly forbearance:
The truth appears so naked on my side, 20
That any purblind eye may find it out.
Som. And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
So clear, so shining, and so evident,
That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. 24
Plan. Since you are tongue-tied, and so loath to speak,
In dumb proclaim your thoughts:
Let him that is a true-born gentleman,
And stands upon the honour of his birth, 28
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
Som. Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
But dare maintain the of the truth, 32
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
War. I love no
Of base insinuating flattery
I pluck this white rose with . 36
Suf. I pluck this red rose with young Somerset:
And say withal I think he held the right.
Ver. Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
Till you conclude that he, upon whose side 40
The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree,
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
Som. Good Master Vernon, it is well
If I have fewest I in silence. 44
Plan. And I.
Ver. Then for the truth and plainness of the case,
I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
Giving my verdict on the white rose side. 48
Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red,
And fall on my side so, against your will.
Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, 52
Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,
And keep me on the side where still I am.
Som. Well, well, come on: who else?
Lawyer. [To Somerset.] Unless my study and my books be false, 56
The argument you held was wrong in you,
In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that 60
Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
Plan. Meantime, your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
The truth on our side.
Som.No, Plantagenet, 64
'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
Plan. Hath not thy rose a, Somerset?
Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet? 69
Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses, 72
That shall maintain what I have said is true,
Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
I scorn thee and thy faction, peevish boy. 76
Suf. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
Plan. Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
Som. Away, away! good William de la Pole: 80
We grace by conversing with him.
War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset:
His grandfather was Lionel, Duke of Clarence,
Third son to the third Edward, King of England. 84
Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
Som. By Him that made me, I'll maintain my words 88
On any plot of ground in Christendom.
Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
For treason executed in our late king's days?
And, by his treason stand'st not thou attainted,
Corrupted, and from ancient gentry?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood; 94
And, till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman.
Plan. My father was ;
Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
For your Pole and you yourself, 100
I'll note you in my book of memory,
To scourge you for this :
Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.
Som. Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still, 104
And know us by these colours for thy foes;
For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, 108
Will I for ever and my faction wear,
Until it wither with me to my grave
Or flourish to the height of my .
Suf. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy ambition: 112
And so farewell until I meet thee next. Exit.
Som. Exit., Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.
Plan. How I am brav'd and must perforce endure it!
War. This blot that they object against your house 116
Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament,
Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
And if thou be not then created York,
I will not live to be accounted Warwick. 120
Meantime in signal of my love to thee,
Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
Will I upon thy party wear this rose.
And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day, 124
Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,
Shall send between the red rose and the white
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Plan. Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you, 128
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
Ver. In your behalf still would I wear the same.
Lawyer. And so will I.
Plan. Thanks, gentle sir. 132
Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
This quarrel will drink blood another day. Exeunt.
[London. A Room in the Tower]
Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair, and Jailors.
Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
Even like a man new haled from the rack,
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment; 4
And these gray locks, the of death,
Argue the end of .
These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent, 8
Wax dim, as drawing to their ;
Weak shoulders, overborne with burdening grief,
And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
That droops his sapless branches to the ground: 12
Yet are these feet whose strengthless stay is numb,
Unable to support this lump of clay,
Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
As witting I no other comfort have. 16
But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?
First Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:
We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber,
And answer was return'd that he will come. 20
Mor. Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.
Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
Before whose glory I was great in arms, 24
This loathsome have I had;
And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd,
Depriv'd of honour and inheritance.
But now the arbitrator of despairs, 28
Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence:
I would his troubles likewise were expir'd,
That so he might recover what was lost. 32
First Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is come.
Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd,
Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes. 36
Mor. Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
And in his bosom spend my gasp:
O! tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
That I may kindly give one fainting kiss. 40
And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd?
Plan. First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
And in that ease, I'll tell thee my . 44
This day, in argument upon a case,
Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
Among which terms he us'd a lavish tongue
And did upbraid me with my father's death: 48
Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
Else with the like I had requited him.
Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
In honour of a true Plantagenet, 52
And for , declare the cause
My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me,
And hath detain'd me all my flow'ring youth 56
Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
Was cursed instrument of his decease.
For I am ignorant and cannot guess. 60
Mor. I will, if that my fading breath permit,
And death approach not ere my tale be done.
Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
Depos'd his Richard, Edward's son, 64
The first-begotten, and the lawful heir
Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
During reign the Percies of the North,
Finding his usurpation most unjust, 68
Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne.
The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this
Was, for that—young Richard thus remov'd,
Leaving no heir begotten of his body— 72
I was the next by birth and parentage;
For by my I derived am
From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
To King Edward the Third; whereas he 76
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Being but fourth of that heroic line.
But mark: as, in this haughty great attempt
They laboured to plant the rightful heir, 80
I lost my liberty, and they their lives.
Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd 84
From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
Again in pity of my hard distress
Levied an army, weening to redeem 88
And have install'd me in the diadem;
But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl,
And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
In whom the title rested, were suppress'd. 92
Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
Mor. True; and thou seest that I no issue have,
And that my fainting words do death:
Thou art my heir; : 96
But yet be wary in thy studious care.
Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me.
But yet methinks my father's execution
Was nothing less than bloody tyranny. 100
Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
And like a mountain, not to be remov'd.
But now thy uncle is removing hence, 104
As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
With long continuance in a settled place.
Plan. O uncle! would some part of my young years
Might but redeem the passage of your age. 108
Mor. Thou dost then wrong me,—as the slaughterer doth,
Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.—
Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
Only give order for my funeral: 112
And so farewell; and fair be all thy hopes,
And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!
Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, 116
And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
And what I do imagine let that rest.
Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself 120
Will see his burial better than his life.
Exeunt [Jailors, bearing out the body of Mortimer].
Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort:
And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, 124
Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house,
I doubt not but with honour to redress;
And therefore haste I to the parliament,
Either to be restored to my , 128
Footnotes to Act II
Act Second S. d. Band: body of troops
4 court of guard: guardhouse
7 S. d. dead march; cf. n.
8 Burgundy; cf. n.
11 secure: unsuspecting
14 quittance: requite
25 practise: conspire
32 other: others
38 S. d. Cf. n.
39 unready: undressed
68 her: Joan's
77 platforms: plots
8 was: which was
19 muse: wonder
41 lies: dwells
6 Scythian Tomyris; cf. n.
10 censure: opinion
22 Cf. n.
23 writhled: wrinkled
27 sort: choose
32 certify: inform
35 train'd: lured
42 captivate: into captivity
45 fond: foolish
55 pitch: height
57 riddling merchant: riddle-monger
60 presently: immediately
73 misconster: misconstrue
79 cates: delicacies
6 Cf. n.
7 Cf. n.
17 quillets: subtleties
26 significants: signs
32 party: side
34 colours: pun on meaning, 'pretences'
36 Plantagenet; cf. n. on I. iv. 95
43 objected: proposed
44 subscribe: submit
68 canker: canker-worm
81 the yeoman; cf. n.
86 bears him on: takes advantage of
93 exempt: cut off
96 attached, not attainted; cf. n.
100 partaker: supporter
102 apprehension: conception, opinion
111 degree: rank
114 Have with thee: let us go
5 pursuivants: messengers
6 Cf. n.
7 Edmund Mortimer; cf. n.
9 exigent: end
25 sequestration: seclusion, imprisonment
38 latter: final
44 disease: grievance
53 alliance sake: sake of relationship
59 Discover: make known
64 nephew: blood relative, here first cousin
67 whose: Henry IV's
74 mother: i.e., paternal grandmother
95 warrant: certify
96 the rest . . . gather; cf. n.
128 blood: hereditary rights
129 Cf. n.