Scene One

[London. The Parliament-House]

Alarum. Enter Plantagenet, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers.

War. I wonder how the king escap'd our hands.

York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,
He slily stole away and left his men:
Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland, 4
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
Charg'd our main battle's front, and breaking in 8
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
Is either slain or wounded dangerous;
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow: 12
That this is true, father, behold his blood.

[Showing his bloody sword.]

Mont. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,
Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.

Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. 16

[Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head.]

York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.
But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?

Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!

Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head. 20

War. And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,
Before I see thee seated in that throne
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close. 24
This is the palace of the fearful king,
And this the regal seat: possess it, York;
For this is thine, and not King Henry's heirs'.

York. Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will; 28
For hither we have broken in by force.

Norf. We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.

York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk. Stay by me, my lords;
And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. 32

They go up.

War. And when the king comes, offer him no violence,
Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.

[The Soldiers retire.]

York. The queen this day here holds her parliament,
But little thinks we shall be of her council: 36
By words or blows here let us win our right.

Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.

War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,
Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king, 40
And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice
Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
I mean to take possession of my right. 44

War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,
The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells.
I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares. 48
Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.

[Warwick leads York to the throne, who seats himself.]

Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmoreland, Exeter, and the rest.

Henry. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
Even in the chair of state! belike he means—
Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer— 52
To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father,
And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. 56

North. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me!

Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.

West. What! shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:
My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it. 60

Henry. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.

Clif. Patience is for poltroons, such as he:
He durst not sit there had your father liv'd.
My gracious lord, here in the parliament 64
Let us assail the family of York.

North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.

Henry. Ah! know you not the city favours them,
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? 68

Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.

Henry. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,
To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats 72
Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
I am thy sovereign.

York.I am thine. 76

Exe. For shame! come down: he made thee Duke of York.

York. It was my inheritance, as the earldom was.

Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.

War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown 80
In following this usurping Henry.

Clif. Whom should he follow but his natural king?

War. True, Clifford; that is Richard, Duke of York.

Henry. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne? 84

York. It must and shall be so: content thyself.

War. Be Duke of Lancaster: let him be king.

West. He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain. 88

War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
That we are those which chas'd you from the field
And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
March'd through the city to the palace gates. 92

North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.

West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons,
Thy kinsmen and thy friends, I'll have more lives 96
Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.

Clif. Urge it no more; lest that instead of words
I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
As shall revenge his death before I stir. 100

War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats.

York. Will you we show our title to the crown?
If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. 103

Henry. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;
Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March;
I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, 108
And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces.

War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.

Henry. The Lord Protector lost it, and not I:
When I was crown'd I was but nine months old. 112

Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.
Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.

Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.

Mont. [To York.] Good brother, as thou lov'st and honour'st arms, 116
Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.

Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.

York. Sons, peace!

Henry. Peace thou! and give King Henry leave to speak. 120

War. Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;
And be you silent and attentive too,
For he that interrupts him shall not live.

Henry. Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne, 124
Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,
And now in England to our heart's great sorrow, 128
Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?
My title's good, and better far than his.

War. Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.

Henry. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown. 132

York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.

Henry. [Aside.] I know not what to say: my title's weak.
[Aloud.] Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?

York. What then? 136

Henry. An if he may, then am I lawful king;
For Richard, in the view of many lords,
Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,
Whose heir my father was, and I am his. 140

York. He rose against him, being his sovereign,
And made him to resign his crown perforce.

War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,
Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown? 144

Exe. No; for he could not so resign his crown
But that the next heir should succeed and reign.

Henry. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?

Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. 148

York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?

Exe. My conscience tells me he is lawful king.

Henry. [Aside.| All will revolt from me, and turn to him.

North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, 152
Think not that Henry shall be so depos'd.

War. Depos'd he shall be in despite of all.

North. Thou art deceiv'd: 'tis not thy southern power,
Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, 156
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
Can set the duke up in despite of me.

Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence: 160
May that ground gape and swallow me alive,
Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!

Henry. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!

York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown. 164
What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?

War. Do right unto this princely Duke of York,
Or I will fill the house with armed men,
And o'er the chair of state, where now he sits, 168
Write up his title with usurping blood.

He stamps with his foot, and the Soldiers show themselves.

Henry. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:—
Let me for this my life-time reign as king.

York. Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs, 172
And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.

Henry. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.

Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your son! 176

War. What good is this to England and himself!

West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!

Clif. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and us!

West. I cannot stay to hear these articles. 180

North. Nor I.

Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.

West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. 184

North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York,
And die in bands for this unmanly deed!

Clif. In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
Or live in peace abandon'd and despis'd! 188

[Exeunt Northumberland, Clifford, and Westmoreland.]

War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.

Exe. They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.

Henry. Ah! Exeter.

War.Why should you sigh, my lord?

Henry. Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son, 192
Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
But be it as it may; I here entail
The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;
Conditionally, that here thou take an oath 196
To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
To honour me as thy king and sovereign;
And neither by treason nor hostility
To seek to put me down and reign thyself. 200

York. This oath I willingly take and will perform.

[Coming from the throne.]

War. Long live King Henry! Plantagenet, embrace him.

Henry. And long live thou and these thy forward sons!

York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. 204

Exe. Accurs'd be he that seeks to make them foes!

Sennet. Here they come down.

York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.

War. And I'll keep London with my soldiers.

Norf. And I to Norfolk with my followers. 208

Mont. And I unto the sea from whence I came.

[Exeunt York and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk, Montague, Soldiers, and Attendants.]

Henry. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.

Enter the Queen [and the Prince of Wales].

Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger: 211
I'll steal away. [Going.]

Henry.Exeter, so will I. [Going.]

Queen. Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.

Henry. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.

Queen. Who can be patient in such extremes?
Ah! wretched man; would I had died a maid, 216
And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father.
Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus?
Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I, 220
Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood,
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,
Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir, 224
And disinherited thine only son.

Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me:
If you be king, why should not I succeed?

Henry. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son; 228
The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforc'd me.

Queen. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and wilt be forc'd?
I shame to hear thee speak. Ah! timorous wretch;
Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me; 232
And given unto the house of York such head
As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
What is it but to make thy sepulchre, 236
And creep into it far before thy time?
Warwick is chancellor and the Lord of Calais;
Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas;
The duke is made protector of the realm; 240
And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds
The trembling lamb environed with wolves.
Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes 244
Before I would have granted to that act;
But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour:
And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself,
Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed, 248
Until that act of parliament be repeal'd
Whereby my son is disinherited.
The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours
Will follow mine, if once they see them spread; 252
And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace,
And utter ruin of the house of York.
Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let's away;
Our army is ready; come, we'll after them. 256

Henry. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.

Queen. Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.

Henry. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?

Queen. Ay, to be murther'd by his enemies. 260

Prince. When I return with victory from the field
I'll see your Grace: till then, I'll follow her.

Queen. Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.

[Exeunt Queen and the Prince.]

Henry. Poor queen! how love to me and to her son 264
Hath made her break out into terms of rage.
Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke,
Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle 268
Tire on the flesh of me and of my son!
The loss of those three lords torments my heart:
I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair.
Come, cousin; you shall be the messenger. 272

Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.

Exit [with Henry].

Scene Two

[A Room in Sandal Castle, near Wakefield, in Yorkshire]

Flourish. Enter Richard, Edward, and Montague.

Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.

Edw. No, I can better play the orator.

Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible.

Enter the Duke of York.

York. Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife? 4
What is your quarrel? how began it first?

Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention.

York. About what?

Rich. About that which concerns your Grace and us: 8
The crown of England, father, which is yours.

York. Mine, boy? not till King Henry be dead.

Rich. Your right depends not on his life or death.

Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now: 12
By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
It will outrun you, father, in the end.

York. I took an oath that he should quietly reign.

Edw. But for a kingdom any oath may be broken: 16
I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.

Rich. No; God forbid your Grace should be forsworn.

York. I shall be, if I claim by open war.

Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak. 20

York. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.

Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took
Before a true and lawful magistrate
That hath authority over him that swears: 24
Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think 28
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
Within whose circuit is Elysium,
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest 32
Until the white rose that I wear be dy'd
Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.

York. Richard, enough, I will be king, or die.
Brother, thou shalt to London presently, 36
And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk,
And tell him privily of our intent.
You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham, 40
With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise:
In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more, 44
But that I seek occasion how to rise,
And yet the king not privy to my drift,
Nor any of the house of Lancaster?

Enter Gabriel [a Messenger].

But, stay: what news? why com'st thou in such post? 48

Mess. The queen with all the northern earls and lords
Intend here to besiege you in your castle.
She is hard by with twenty thousand men,
And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. 52

York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou that we fear them?
Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
My brother Montague shall post to London:
Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest, 56
Whom we have left protectors of the king,
With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.

Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: 60
And thus most humbly I do take my leave.

Exit Montague.

Enter Mortimer, and his Brother.

York. Sir John, and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles!
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
The army of the queen mean to besiege us. 64

Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in the field.

York. What! with five thousand men?

Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:
A woman's general; what should we fear? 68

A march afar off.

Edw. I hear their drums; let's set our men in order,
And issue forth and bid them battle straight.

York. Five men to twenty! though the odds be great,
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory. 72
Many a battle have I won in France,
When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
Why should I not now have the like success?

Alarum. Ezeunt.

Scene Three

[Field of Battle between Sandal Castle and Wakefield]

Enter Rutland, and his Tutor.

Rut. Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?
Ah! tutor, look, where bloody Clifford comes!

Enter Clifford [and Soldiers].

Clif. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
As for the brat of this accursed duke, 4
Whose father slew my father, he shall die.

Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company.

Clif. Soldiers, away with him.

Tut. Ah! Clifford, murther not this innocent child, 8
Lest thou be hated both of God and man!

Exit [forced off by Soldiers].

Clif. How now! is he dead already? Or is it fear
That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them.

Rut. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch 12
That trembles under his devouring paws;
And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey,
And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.
Ah! gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword, 16
And not with such a cruel threatening look.
Sweet Clifford! hear me speak before I die:
I am too mean a subject for thy wrath;
Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me live. 20

Clif. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood
Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.

Rut. Then let my father's blood open it again:
He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him. 24

Clif. Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine
Were not revenge sufficient for me;
No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves,
And hung their rotten coffins up in chains, 28
It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
The sight of any of the house of York
Is as a fury to torment my soul;
And till I root out their accursed line, 32
And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
Therefore— [Lifting his hand.]

Rut. O! let me pray before I take my death.
To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me! 36

Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords.

Rut. I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me?

Clif. Thy father hath.

Rut. But 'twas ere I was born.
Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me, 40
Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
He be as miserably slain as I.
Ah! let me live in prison all my days;
And when I give occasion of offence, 44
Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.

Clif. No cause!
Thy father slew my father; therefore, die. [Stabs him.]

Rut. Dii faciant laudis summa sit ista tuæ! [Dies.]

Clif. Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both. Exit.

Scene Four

[Another Part of the Plains]

Alarum. Enter Richard, Duke of York.

York. The army of the queen hath got the field:
My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;
And all my followers to the eager foe
Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind, 4
Or lambs pursu'd by hunger-starved wolves.
My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them:
But this I know, they have demean'd themselves
Like men born to renown by life or death. 8
Three times did Richard make a lane to me,
And thrice cried, 'Courage, father! fight it out!'
And full as oft came Edward to my side,
With purple falchion, painted to the hilt 12
In blood of those that had encounter'd him:
And when the hardiest warriors did retire,
Richard cried, 'Charge! and give no foot of ground!'
And cried, 'A crown, or else a glorious tomb! 16
A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!'
With this, we charg'd again; but, out, alas!
We bodg'd again: as I have seen a swan
With bootless labour swim against the tide, 20
And spend her strength with over-matching waves.

A short alarum within.

Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue;
And I am faint and cannot fly their fury;
And were I strong I would not shun their fury: 24
The sands are number'd that makes up my life;
Here must I stay, and here my life must end.

Enter the Queen, Clifford, Northumberland, the young Prince, and Soldiers.

Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland,
I dare your quenchless fury to more rage: 28
I am your butt, and I abide your shot.

North. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.

Clif. Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm
With downright payment show'd unto my father. 32
Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car,
And made an evening at the noontide prick.

York. My ashes, as the phœnix, may bring forth
A bird that will revenge upon you all; 36
And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,
Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.
Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear?

Clif. So cowards fight when they can fly no further;
So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.

York. O Clifford! but bethink thee once again, 44
And in thy thought o'er-run my former time;
And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face,
And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice
Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this. 48

Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for word,
But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.

Queen. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes
I would prolong awhile the traitor's life. 52
Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.

North. Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much
To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart.
What valour were it, when a cur doth grin, 56
For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
When he might spurn him with his foot away?
It is war's prize to take all vantages,
And ten to one is no impeach of valour. 60

[They lay hands on York, who struggles.]

Clif. Ay, ay; so strives the woodcock with the gin.

North. So doth the cony struggle in the net.

York. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;
So true men yield, with robbers so o'er-matched. 64

North. What would your Grace have done unto him now?

Queen. Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,
That raught at mountains with outstretched arms, 68
Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.
What! was it you that would be England's king?
Was 't you that revell'd in our parliament,
And made a preachment of your high descent? 72
Where are your mess of sons to back you now?
The wanton Edward, and the lusty George?
And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy,
Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice 76
Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?
Look, York: I stain'd this napkin with the blood
That valiant Clifford with his rapier's point 80
Made issue from the bosom of the boy;
And if thine eyes can water for his death,
I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.
Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly, 84
I should lament thy miserable state.
I prithee grieve, to make me merry, York.
What! hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails
That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death? 88
Why art thou patient, man? thou shouldst be mad;
And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
Thou wouldst be fee'd, I see, to make me sport: 92
York cannot speak unless he wear a crown.
A crown for York! and, lords, bow low to him:
Hold you his hands whilst I do set it on.

[Putting a paper crown on his head. ]

Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king! 96
Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair;
And this is he was his adopted heir.
But how is it that great Plantagenet
Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath? 100
As I bethink me, you should not be king
Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.
And will you pale your head in Henry's glory,
And rob his temples of the diadem, 104
Now in his life, against your holy oath?
O! 'tis a fault too-too unpardonable.
Off with the crown; and, with the crown, his head;
And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead. 108

Clif. That is my office, for my father's sake.

Queen. Nay, stay; let's hear the orisons he makes.

York. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,
Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth! 112
How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
To triumph, like an Amazonian trull,
Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
But that thy face is, vizard-like, unchanging, 116
Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush:
To tell thee whence thou cam'st, of whom deriv'd,
Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless. 120
Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,
Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem;
Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult? 124
It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen,
Unless the adage must be verified,
That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; 128
But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small:
'Tis virtue that doth make them most admir'd;
The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at:
'Tis government that makes them seem divine; 132
The want thereof makes thee abominable.
Thou art as opposite to every good
As the Antipodes are unto us,
Or as the south to the septentrion. 136
O tiger's heart wrapp'd in a woman's hide!
How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
And yet be seen to bear a woman's face? 140
Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible;
Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
Bidd'st thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy wish:
Wouldst have me weep? why, now thou hast thy will; 144
For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
And when the rage allays, the rain begins.
These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies,
And every drop cries vengeance for his death, 148
'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false French-woman.

North. Beshrew me, but his passions moves me so
That hardly can I check my eyes from tears.

York. That face of his the hungry cannibals 152
Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood;
But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,—
O! ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.
See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears: 156
This cloth thou dipp'dst in blood of my sweet boy,
And I with tears do wash the blood away.
Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this;
And if thou tell'st the heavy story right, 160
Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;
Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears,
And say, 'Alas! it was a piteous deed!'
There, take the crown, and with the crown my curse, 164
And in thy need such comfort come to thee
As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!
Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world;
My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads! 168

North. Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin,
I should not for my life but weep with him,
To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.

Queen. What! weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland? 172
Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.

Clif. Here's for my oath; here's for my father's death. [Stabbing him.]

Queen. And here's to right our gentle-hearted king. [Stabbing him.]

York. Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God!
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee. [Dies.]

Queen. Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
So York may overlook the town of York. 180

Flourish. Exeunt.

Footnotes to Act I

Scene One

Scene One. S. d. Plantagenet; cf. n.
1 Cf. n.
5 retreat: trumpet-call commanding retirement
7 Lord Clifford; cf. n.
12 beaver: face-guard of helmet
14 brother; cf. n.
17 Cf. n.
19 May all the descendants of John of Gaunt expect the same
32 S. d. They go up; cf. n.
35 Cf. n.
46 he: man
holds up: supports the cause of
47 shake his bells; cf. n.
49 Resolve thee: be resolute
57 be not: be not revenged
67 the city favours them; cf. n.
78 earldom: of March
79 Cf. n.
88 Lord of Westmoreland; cf. n.
105 Cf. n.
106 Thy grandfather: on the mother's side
110 sith: since
113 old enough now: i.e. thirty-nine years old
144 crown: legal claim to the crown
155 deceiv'd: mistaken
thy southern power; cf. n.
158 Can: that can
186 bands: bonds
205 S. d. Sennet: bugle notes to signal the moving of a procession
206 castle: Sandal Castle, near Wakefield (Yorkshire)
209 unto the sea; cf. n.
211 bewray: disclose
226 Cf. n.
233 head: headway
239 Cf. n.
narrow seas: English Channel
243 which: who
silly: feeble
245 granted: submitted
268 cost: assail
empty: famished
269 Tire: gorge
271 entreat . . . fair: propitiate them

Scene Two

1 give me leave: Let me speak
22 moment: weight
26 made . . . depose: administered the oath
28-31 Cf. n.
36 presently: at once
42, 43 Cf. n.
43 Witty: wise
liberal: gentlemanly
44 resteth: remains to be done
46 privy . . . drift: aware of my intention
47 S. d. Gabriel; cf. n.
48 post: haste
52 hold: castle
58 powerful policy: cunningly-gained power
75 the like: equal

Scene Three

12 pent-up: caged, rendered fierce
14 insulting: exulting in triumph
39 ere I was born; cf. n.
48 'The gods grant that this be the height of thy glory'

Scene Four

4 Turn back: present their backs
7 demean'd: behaved
12 purple: blood-color
falchion: curved sword, sabre
19 bodg'd: gave way
21 with: against
25 makes; cf. n.
29 butt: mark at archery
33 Phaethon; cf. n.
34 noontide prick: midday mark on the sundial
45 o'er-run: review
50 buckle . . . blows: strive with blows
56 grin: show his teeth
59 prize: privilege
60 impeach: derogation
61 woodcock: a proverbially silly bird
gin: snare
62 cony: rabbit
67 Cf. n.
68 raught: reached
73 mess: squad of four
77 cheer: incite
83 withal: with
92 fee'd: paid
102 shook hands: met
103 pale: encircle
106 too-too: altogether too
108 breathe: repose
do . . . dead: kill him
110 orisons: prayers
114 trull: virago
115 captivates: makes captive
116 vizard-like: like a mask
117 use: habit
118 assay: attempt
121 type: title
125 boots: profits
132 government: conduct
136 septentrion: north
137 Cf. n.
146 allays: abates
149 fell: vindictive
150 Beshrew: plague on
passions: wild griefs
155 Hyrcania; cf. n.
159 napkin: handkerchief
160 heavy: grievous
164 Cf. n.
171 inly: inward
172 weeping-ripe: ready for tears