KING HENRY VI - THIRD PART
KING HENRY VI - THIRD PART
THE HISTORY OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH THIRD PART
by William Shakespeare
KING HENRY the Sixth.
EDWARD Prince of Wales his son.
LEWIS XI King of France.
DUKE OF SOMERSET.
DUKE OF EXETER.
EARL OF OXFORD.
EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND.
EARL OF WESTMORELAND.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET Duke of York.
EDWARD Earl of March afterwards King Edward IV. his son.
EDMUND Earl of Rutland his son.
GEORGE afterwards Duke of Clarence his son.
RICHARD afterwards Duke of Gloster his son.
DUKE OF NORFOLK.
MARQUESS OF MONTAGUE.
EARL OF WARWICK.
EARL OF PEMBROKE.
SIR JOHN MORTIMER uncle to the Duke of York.
SIR HUGH MORTIMER uncle to the Duke of York.
HENRY Earl of Richmond a youth.
LORD RIVERS brother to Lady Grey.
SIR WILLIAM STANLEY.
SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY.
SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE.
Tutor to Rutland.
Mayor of York.
Lieutenant of the Tower.
A Nobleman. Two Keepers. A Huntsman.
A Son that has killed his father.
A Father that has killed his son.
LADY GREY afterwards Queen to Edward IV.
BONA sister to the French Queen.
Soldiers Attendants Messengers Watchmen etc.
SCENE: England and France.
SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house
[Alarum. Enter DUKE of YORK EDWARD RICHARD NORFOLK
MONTAGUE WARWICK and Soldiers.]
I wonder how the king escap'd our hands.
While we pursued the horsemen of the North
He slyly stole away and left his men
Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland
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
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
Lord Stafford's father Duke of Buckingham
Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow.
That this is true father behold his blood.
[Showing his bloody sword.]
And brother here 's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood
[To York showing his.]
Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.
Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.
[Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head.]
Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.--
But is your grace dead my Lord of Somerset?
Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.
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.
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'.
Assist me then sweet Warwick and I will;
For hither we have broken in by force.
We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
Thanks gentle Norfolk.--Stay by me my lords;--
And soldiers stay and lodge by me this night.
And when the king comes offer him no violence
Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
The queen this day here holds her parliament
But little thinks we shall be of her council.
By words or blows here let us win our right.
Arm'd as we are let 's stay within this house.
The bloody parliament shall this be call'd
Unless Plantagenet Duke of York be king
And bashful Henry depos'd whose cowardice
Hath made us bywords to our enemies.
Then leave me not my lords; be resolute.
I mean to take possession of my right.
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.--
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.]
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
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.
If I be not heavens be reveng'd on me!
The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
What! shall we suffer this? let 's pluck him down;
My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
Be patient gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
Patience is for poltroons such as he;
He durst not sit there had your father liv'd.
My gracious lord here in the parliament
Let us assail the family of York.
Well hast thou spoken cousin; be it so.
Ah know you not the city favours them
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
But when the duke is slain they'll quickly fly.
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
Shall be the war that Henry means to use.--
[They advance to the duke.]
Thou factious Duke of York descend my throne