Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Third Part of King Henry the Sixth/Act 4 Scene 7
Flourish. Enter Edward, Richard, Hastings,
and Souldiers.
and Souldiers.
Edw.
Now Brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends,
And sayes, that once more I shall enterchange
My wained state, for Henries Regall Crowne.
Well haue we pass'd, and now re-pass'd the Seas,
And brought desired helpe from Burgundie.
What then remaines, we being thus arriu'd
From Rauenspurre Hauen, before the Gates of Yorke,
But that we enter, as into our Dukedome?
Now Brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends,
And sayes, that once more I shall enterchange
My wained state, for Henries Regall Crowne.
Well haue we pass'd, and now re-pass'd the Seas,
And brought desired helpe from Burgundie.
What then remaines, we being thus arriu'd
From Rauenspurre Hauen, before the Gates of Yorke,
But that we enter, as into our Dukedome?
Rich.
The Gates made fast?
Brother, I like not this.
For many men that stumble at the Threshold,
Are well fore-told, that danger lurkes within.
The Gates made fast?
Brother, I like not this.
For many men that stumble at the Threshold,
Are well fore-told, that danger lurkes within.
Edw.
Tush man, aboadments must not now affright vs:
By faire or foule meanes we must enter in,
For hither will our friends repaire to vs.
Tush man, aboadments must not now affright vs:
By faire or foule meanes we must enter in,
For hither will our friends repaire to vs.
Hast.
My Liege, Ile knocke once more, to summon them.
My Liege, Ile knocke once more, to summon them.
Enter on the Walls, the Maior of Yorke,
and his Brethren.
and his Brethren.
Maior.
My Lords,
We were fore-warned of your comming,
And shut the Gates, for safetie of our selues;
For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry.
My Lords,
We were fore-warned of your comming,
And shut the Gates, for safetie of our selues;
For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry.
Edw.
But, Master Maior, if Henry be your King,
Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of Yorke.
But, Master Maior, if Henry be your King,
Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of Yorke.
Maior.
True, my good Lord, I know you for no lesse.
True, my good Lord, I know you for no lesse.
Edw.
Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome,
As being well content with that alone.
Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome,
As being well content with that alone.
Rich.
But when the Fox hath once got in his Nose,
Hee'le soone finde meanes to make the Body follow.
But when the Fox hath once got in his Nose,
Hee'le soone finde meanes to make the Body follow.
Hast.
Why, Master Maior, why stand you in a doubt?
Open the Gates, we are King Henries friends.
Why, Master Maior, why stand you in a doubt?
Open the Gates, we are King Henries friends.
Maior.
I, say you so? the Gates shall then be opened.
He descends.
I, say you so? the Gates shall then be opened.
He descends.
Rich.
A wise stout Captaine, and soone perswaded.
A wise stout Captaine, and soone perswaded.
Hast.
The good old man would faine that all were wel,
So 'twere not long of him: but being entred,
I doubt not I, but we shall soone perswade
Both him, and all his Brothers, vnto reason.
The good old man would faine that all were wel,
So 'twere not long of him: but being entred,
I doubt not I, but we shall soone perswade
Both him, and all his Brothers, vnto reason.
Enter the Maior, and two Aldermen.
Edw.
So, Master Maior: these Gates must not be shut,
But in the Night, or in the time of Warre.
What, feare not man, but yeeld me vp the Keyes,
Takes his Keyes.
For Edward will defend the Towne, and thee,
And all those friends, that deine to follow mee.
So, Master Maior: these Gates must not be shut,
But in the Night, or in the time of Warre.
What, feare not man, but yeeld me vp the Keyes,
Takes his Keyes.
For Edward will defend the Towne, and thee,
And all those friends, that deine to follow mee.
March. Enter Mountgomerie, with Drumme
and Souldiers.
and Souldiers.
Rich.
Brother, this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie,
Our trustie friend, vnlesse I be deceiu'd.
Brother, this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie,
Our trustie friend, vnlesse I be deceiu'd.
Edw.
Welcome Sir Iohn: but why come you in Armes?
Welcome Sir Iohn: but why come you in Armes?
Mount.
To helpe King Edward in his time of storme,
As euery loyall Subiect ought to doe.
To helpe King Edward in his time of storme,
As euery loyall Subiect ought to doe.
Edw.
Thankes good Mountgomerie:
But we now forget our Title to the Crowne,
And onely clayme our Dukedome,
Till God please to send the rest.
Thankes good Mountgomerie:
But we now forget our Title to the Crowne,
And onely clayme our Dukedome,
Till God please to send the rest.
Mount.
Then fare you well, for I will hence againe,
I came to serue a King, and not a Duke:
Drummer strike vp, and let vs march away.
The Drumme begins to march.
Then fare you well, for I will hence againe,
I came to serue a King, and not a Duke:
Drummer strike vp, and let vs march away.
The Drumme begins to march.
Edw.
Nay stay, Sir Iohn, a while, and wee'le debate
By what safe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd.
Nay stay, Sir Iohn, a while, and wee'le debate
By what safe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd.
Mount.
What talke you of debating? in few words,
If you'le not here proclaime your selfe our King,
Ile leaue you to your fortune, and be gone,
To keepe them back, that come to succour you.
Why shall we fight, if you pretend no Title?
What talke you of debating? in few words,
If you'le not here proclaime your selfe our King,
Ile leaue you to your fortune, and be gone,
To keepe them back, that come to succour you.
Why shall we fight, if you pretend no Title?
Rich.
Why Brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
Why Brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
Edw.
When wee grow stronger,
Then wee'le make our Clayme:
Till then, 'tis wisdome to conceale our meaning.
When wee grow stronger,
Then wee'le make our Clayme:
Till then, 'tis wisdome to conceale our meaning.
Hast.
Away with scrupulous Wit, now Armes must rule.
Away with scrupulous Wit, now Armes must rule.
Rich.
And fearelesse minds clyme soonest vnto Crowns.
Brother, we will proclaime you out of hand,
The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
And fearelesse minds clyme soonest vnto Crowns.
Brother, we will proclaime you out of hand,
The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
Edw.
Then be it as you will: for 'tis my right,
And Henry but vsurpes the Diademe.
Then be it as you will: for 'tis my right,
And Henry but vsurpes the Diademe.
Mount.
I, now my Soueraigne speaketh like himselfe,
And now will I be Edwards Champion.
I, now my Soueraigne speaketh like himselfe,
And now will I be Edwards Champion.
Hast.
Sound Trumpet, Edward shal be here proclaim'd:
Come, fellow Souldior, make thou proclamation.
Sound Trumpet, Edward shal be here proclaim'd:
Come, fellow Souldior, make thou proclamation.
Flourish.Sound.
Soul.
Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of Cod, King of
England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c.
Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of Cod, King of
England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c.
Mount.
And whosoe're gainsays King Edwards right,
By this I challenge him to single fight.
Throwes downe his Gauntlet.
And whosoe're gainsays King Edwards right,
By this I challenge him to single fight.
Throwes downe his Gauntlet.
All.
Long liue Edward the Fourth.
Long liue Edward the Fourth.
Edw.
Thankes braue Montgomery,
And thankes vnto you all:
If fortune serue me, Ile requite this kindnesse.
Now for this Night, let's harbor here in Yorke:
And when the Morning Sunne shall rayse his Carre
Aboue the Border of this Horizon,
Wee'le forward towards Warwicke, and his Mates;
For well I wot, that Henry is no Souldier.
Ah froward Clarence, how euill it beseemes thee,
To flatter Henry, and forsake thy Brother?
Yet as wee may, wee'le meet both thee and Warwicke.
Come on braue Souldiors: doubt not of the Day,
Exeunt.And that once gotten, doubt not of large Pay.
Thankes braue Montgomery,
And thankes vnto you all:
If fortune serue me, Ile requite this kindnesse.
Now for this Night, let's harbor here in Yorke:
And when the Morning Sunne shall rayse his Carre
Aboue the Border of this Horizon,
Wee'le forward towards Warwicke, and his Mates;
For well I wot, that Henry is no Souldier.
Ah froward Clarence, how euill it beseemes thee,
To flatter Henry, and forsake thy Brother?
Yet as wee may, wee'le meet both thee and Warwicke.
Come on braue Souldiors: doubt not of the Day,
Exeunt.And that once gotten, doubt not of large Pay.