Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck. Witness the fortune he hath had in France. How they affect the house and claim of York. What! Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows. Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless: Sir Humphrey Stafford and h is brother's death. [Aside] Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings. With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. thus King Henry throws away his crutch. Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance! And should you fall, he as the next will mount. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity, my case. What are you made of? Heinrich VI. And, good Master Corporal Captain, for my old dame's 2085 stand my friend. Madam, 'tis true; and were't not madness, then. Because here is a man accused of treason: Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself! Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart: Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers; And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee. My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered: But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge. Gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I fear. And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee: But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared. London. The Boar’s Head Tavern in Eastcheap, 2. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest. [Within] An answer from the king, or we will all break in! Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will; With her that hateth thee and hates us all. Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from. So that, by this, you would not have him die. This evening, on the east side of the grove. Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded; Thy name is Gaultier, being rightly sounded. The fearful French, whom you late vanquished. The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all. now will ye stoop? A charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd. There's reason he should be displeased at it. yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman: Could I come near your beauty with my nails. Hath given them heart and courage to proceed: All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen. How now! Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day: Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all: And more such days as these to us befall. Be my last breathing in this mortal world! And care not who they sting in his revenge. Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum: Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch: Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil. the spirit of putting down kings and princes, [Aside] He was an honest man, and a good. Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown; Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort. Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee. So am I given in charge, may't please your grace. By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I, heard! Small curs are not regarded when they grin; But great men tremble when the lion roars; And Humphrey is no little man in England. And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars: Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose. [To the Commons, entering] Sirs, stand apart; Dread lord, the commons send you word by me. Henry IV, Part 2 is a history play by William Shakespeare believed to have been written between 1596 and 1599. That I may dew it with my mournful tears; Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place. Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade; That those which fly before the battle ends. He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield; And humbly thus, with halters on their necks. Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out, the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou, sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou. The text you requested is loading. O, let me entreat thee cease. KING HENRY IV’s camp near Shrewsbury. Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve, And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus, To die in ruffian battle? And William de la Pole, first duke of Suffolk. While they do tend the profit of the land. There let his head and lifeless body lie. Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste! And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright. Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go. Be full expired. your wrathful weapons drawn. I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss. And in thy sight to die, what were it else. Great God, how just art Thou! Hold, Peter, hold! hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eunuch: and more than that, he can speak French; and, Nay, answer, if you can: the Frenchmen are our, enemies; go to, then, I ask but this: can he that, speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss. Sword, I will hollow thee for this thy deed. For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language. Upon my life, began her devilish practises: Or, if he were not privy to those faults, Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess. Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts. Alarum. Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command. Ask what thou wilt. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight. his feathers are but borrowed. the bricks are alive at this day to testify it; And will you credit this base drudge's words. Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss. The palace. Then let's make haste away, and look unto the main. That you will clear yourself from all suspect: Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous: And charity chased hence by rancour's hand; And if my death might make this island happy. Had I but said, I would have kept my word, If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found. My lord protector's hawks do tower so well; They know their master loves to be aloft. because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled. Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold; Marry, and shall. Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven? God and King Henry govern England's realm. Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage. In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble: By this I shall perceive the commons' mind. A public road near Coventry. Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist. As by your grace shall be propounded him. The world shall not be ransom for thy life. And did my brother Bedford toil his wits. What counsel give you in this weighty cause? Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell; And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage. That Maine which by main force Warwick did win. But, my lord cardinal, and you, my Lord of Suffolk. If he revenge it not, yet will his friends; So will the queen, that living held him dear. This staff of honour raught, there let it stand. My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight? And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd; We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded. She has nobody to do anything about her when July 24: The Merry Wives of Windsor Shared Characters. Send succors, lords, and stop the rage betime. Scene 3. That all the court admired him for submission: But meet him now, and, be it in the morn. Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? Let, them break your backs with burthens, take your, houses over your heads, ravish your wives and, daughters before your faces: for me, I will make, shift for one; and so, God's curse light upon you. Come, let's march. it stands upright. Did seem to say 'Seek not a scorpion's nest. The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line. And greatness of his place be grief to us. To emblaze the honour that thy master got. Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word. GLOUCESTER’S house. The happiest gift that ever marquess gave. The version published in the First Folio of 1623 is considerably longer and seems to have been based on an authorial manuscript. Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks! Although thou hast been conduct of my shame. And therefore yet relent, and save my life. You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's. Nor set no footing on this unkind shore'? Ready to starve and dare not touch his own: So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue. Away, my lord! O Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk! the. Can we outrun the heavens? But that in all my life, when I was a youth. Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry. Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself. Seven earls, twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops. the king and commonweal. With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen. first let me ask of these. Seems he a dove? But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. I am content: provide me soldiers, lords. Nor change my countenance for this arrest: The purest spring is not so free from mud. Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw. Nay, more, the king's council are no good workmen. Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts. Now part, them again, lest they consult about the giving up of, some more towns in France. But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey. Buckingham, to disturb me? Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong; And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays. My lord, there's an army gathered together in, Come, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go, and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn. My accuser is my 'prentice; and when I did correct, him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his, knees he would be even with me: I have good. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will. invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient, Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be. This is close dealing. Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came. O monstrous traitor! Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more. Scene 4. Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains: See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts. Act III. Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows? the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels. I will, my lord. Consider, lords, he is the next of blood. A spirit raised from depth of under-ground. I confess, I confess treason. But, soft! So the poor chicken should be sure of death. Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore. Thou hast most traitorously, corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a, grammar school; and whereas, before, our forefathers, had no other books but the score and the tally, thou, hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to, the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a, paper-mill. ist ein Historiendrama in drei Teilen mit jeweils fünf Akten von William Shakespeare in Zusammenarbeit mit Christopher Marlowe. Demanding of King Henry's life and death. Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies. We will not leave one lord, one gentleman: Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon; For they are thrifty honest men, and such. We know the time since he was mild and affable. What say'st thou? that's some wrong, indeed. Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood. What colour is this cloak of? What! Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest. That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey's death. And still proclaimeth, as he comes along. And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd. 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 eyes, His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan, Say 'Who's a traitor? The head of Cade! Sight may, distinguish of colours, but suddenly to nominate them, all, it is impossible. Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. What, are ye daunted now? why hast thou broken faith with me. Scene 3. All texts are in the public domain and be used freely for any purpose. Before Justice, SHALLOW’S house, 1. Makes them thus forward in his banishment. That I have given no answer all this while; My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow? let them be clapp'd up close. And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate; Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his tongue. But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms? By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means. What dream'd my lord? Who after Edward the Third's death reign'd as king; Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster. His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord! Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke? Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long. Anjou and Maine both given unto the French! To be your regent in the realm of France. 2 : Creative Commons: Henry VI, Part 2: Professor Emma Smith continues her Approaching Shakespeare series with a 2017 lecture on the early history play, Henry VI, Part 2. Look to it, lords! But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son? Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death. Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail. Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this. Gloucestershire. Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee. Let me see them: Mine is, an't please your grace, against John, Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my. 'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law. Enter FALSTAFF and COLVILLE, meeting, Enter PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, BLUNT, and others, Enter the KING, PRINCE THOMAS OF CLARENCE, PRINCE HUMPHREY OF GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others, The KING lying on a bed; CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others in attendance, Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and PAGE, Enter, severally, WARWICK, and the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE, Enter LANCASTER, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WESTMORELAND, and others, Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the PAGE, and DAVY, Enter BEADLES, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET, Trumpets sound, and the KING and his train pass over the stage. Will parley with Jack Cade their general: Ah, barbarous villains! Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body. And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know. But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason. Look on me well: I, have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and, thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead. Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick. Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock. The king will labour still to save his life. furred pack, she washes bucks here at home. History of Henry VI, Part III. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord. Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show. What, is't too short? they could not read, thou hast hanged them; when, indeed, only for that cause they have been most. [Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and LADY GREY] King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Cold news, Lord Somerset: but God's will be done! Ah, that my fear were false! They call false caterpillars, and intend their death. myself did win them both; Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer: And are the cities, that I got with wounds. Is Beaufort term'd a kite? Even at this sight. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us. Your deeds of war and all our counsel die? Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words. Characters (34 total) Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech. The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons. Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can, Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand. Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve: Watch thou and wake when others be asleep. Get the full text of Shakespeare's Henry VI Part 2, side-by-side with a translation into Modern English. Now thou dost penance too. It shall be stony. They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right. You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave? Are you the butcher, Suffolk? Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers, Murder indeed, that bloody sin, I tortured. Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges! I thank thee, Meg; these words content me much. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence. Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates, that you should leave me at the White Hart in, Southwark? why tremblest thou? Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule. Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his. then see thou thump thy master well. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls: And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum. Have practised dangerously against your state. By means whereof the towns each day revolted. No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. I am not able to stand. To cease! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men. And manacle the bear-ward in their chains. He dares not calm his contumelious spirit. And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe; Fight for your king, your country and your lives; And so, farewell, for I must hence again. Base slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou. With thy brave bearing should I be in love. Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause. As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not: Over whom, in time to come, I hope to reign; And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not? My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet: And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved. Wouldst have me kneel? Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself! With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed; And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown. [Aside] Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great: O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint. My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair. They sale of offices and towns in France. Let them be whipped through every market-town, till. YORK’S garden. His eye-balls further out than when he lived. Cousin of York, We here discharge your grace from being regent, I' the parts of France, till term of eighteen months. And work in their shirt too; as myself, for example, Nothing but this; 'tis 'bona terra, mala gens.'. Concordance
'First of the king: what shall of him become?'. Another part of the forest; Scene 3. Died he not in his bed? That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey: 'Tis that they seek, and they in seeking that. Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape. Patience, good lady; wizards know their times: Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night. if when you make your prayers. Like to a ship that, having 'scaped a tempest. My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best. supplications to his lordship? But see, his face is black and full of blood. Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants! ', O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder. Master, this prisoner freely give I thee; And thou that art his mate, make boot of this; The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share. Kill, What noise is this I hear? Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people: With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition; And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey's deeds. Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer. What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face? speak not in spite. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day; By the mass, so did we all. Poison be their drink! Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames. You were best to go to bed and dream again. There shall be in England seven, halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped, pot; shall have ten hoops and I will make it felony, to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in, common; and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to, grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,--. And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest. And now, henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls, If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack. Dispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund’s. Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows. Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man. True, madam, none at all: what call you this? Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs and cried: If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick. Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear. Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit? you are slow; for shame, away! That gold must round engirt these brows of mine. will you. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court. What, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell! To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter. Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: what is thy name? no, thou art not king. [Aside] Cold news for me; for I had hope of France. I'll lengthen it with mine: We'll both together lift our heads to heaven. More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife: Strangers in court do take her for the queen: She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day. Is he a lamb? Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March: Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne and Eleanor. Will he conduct you through the heart of France. Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porpentine; And, in the end being rescued, I have seen. My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot: 'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike. When such strings jar, what hope of harmony? Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness! Is able with the change to kill and cure. Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn. Not half so bad as thine to England's king. And dead men's cries do fill the empty air. Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son! That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove. Are your. London. My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick. Against her will! And no great friend, I fear me, to the king. Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows, reformation. The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms traitor. the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it. Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again: Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem. Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence; There to be used according to your state. A breach that craves a quick expedient stop! If you go forward; therefore yield, or die. And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco. What colour is my gown of? That Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death; For suddenly a grievous sickness took him. And he that loosed them forth their brazen caves: And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore. how think you by that? did my brother Henry spend his youth. And from his bosom purge this black despair! With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart. August 7: Love’s Labour’s Lost Theatricality. nay, then, a shame take all! Made me collect these dangers in the duke. Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope. [Aside] A' must needs; for beggary is valiant. No, no, my sovereign; Gloucester is a man. Read Act 1, Scene 2 of Shakespeare's Henry VI Part 3, side-by-side with a translation into Modern English. To see how God in all his creatures works! Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant, Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. To marry Princess Margaret for your grace. Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice. Go, call our uncle to our presence straight; Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all, Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester. Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons. Well, I say it. We'll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat. She should have stayed in France and starved. And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee! Yet, to recover them, would lose my life. An't like your lordly lord-protectorship. Lord marquess, kneel down: We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk. Came he right now to sing a raven's note. This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge; 'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour. As I in justice and true right express it. The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland. More like a soldier than a man o' the church. Ay, night by night, in studying good for England. Well, lords, we have not got that which we have: 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled. True; made the lame to leap and fly away. Please it your majesty. O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long? And make the meanest of you earls and dukes? Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump. Fie! Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone: The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased. [Kneeling] Long live Queen Margaret, England's. Drones suck not eagles' blood but rob beehives: Thy words move rage and not remorse in me: I go of message from the queen to France; I charge thee waft me safely cross the Channel. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance. July 17: Antony and Cleopatra Characterization and Time. Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together; With honour of his birthright to the crown. The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those, See where they come: I'll warrant they'll. Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field? And stolest away the ladies' hearts of France. We give thee for reward a thousand marks. Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue. And lowly words were ransom for their fault. Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect. O war, thou son of hell, Whom angry heavens do make their minister. O God, forgive him! Peace, son! O Henry, ope thine eyes! While his own lands are bargain'd for and sold. The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff. But be thou mild and blush not at my shame, Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death. Before I would have yielded to this league. This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world. As Humphrey, proved by reasons, to my liege. Study Guide. Stay, Salisbury. that parchment, being scribbled. but only my followers' base and ignominious. Now, sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me. Away, burn, all the records of the realm: my mouth shall be. I see them! What answer makes your grace to the rebels'. But, noble as he is, look where he comes. This is the day appointed for the combat; And ready are the appellant and defendant. Henry VI, Part 2, chronicle play in five acts by William Shakespeare, written sometime in 1590–92.It was first published in a corrupt quarto in 1594. But I am not your king, Till I be crown'd and that my sword be stain'd. Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber. Westminster. That they will guard you, whether you will or no. and what is thy degree? Churchmen so hot? Here shall they make their ransom on the sand. Warkworth. The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose; But him outlive, and die a violent death. By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simpcox, come, Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee. 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