The Third part of King Henry the Sixth

 

By

 

William Shakespeare

 


CONTENTS:

 

ACT I 3

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house. 3

SCENE II. Sandal Castle. 18

SCENE III. Field of battle betwixt Sandal Castle and Wakefield. 22

SCENE IV. Another part of the field. 25

ACT II 32

SCENE I. A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire. 32

SCENE II. Before York. 39

SCENE III. A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in Yorkshire. 47

SCENE IV. Another part of the field. 50

SCENE V. Another part of the field. 51

SCENE VI. Another part of the field. 56

ACT III 61

SCENE I. A forest in the north of England. 61

SCENE II. London. The palace. 66

SCENE III. France. KING LEWIS XI's palace. 77

ACT IV.. 89

SCENE I. London. The palace. 89

SCENE II. A plain in Warwickshire. 96

SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick. 98

SCENE IV. London. The palace. 102

SCENE V. A park near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire. 104

SCENE VI. London. The Tower. 106

SCENE VII. Before York. 111

SCENE VIII. London. The palace. 116

ACT V.. 119

SCENE I. Coventry. 119

SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet. 126

SCENE III. Another part of the field. 128

SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury. 129

SCENE V. Another part of the field. 132

SCENE VI. London. The Tower. 138

SCENE VII. London. The palace. 142

 


ACT I

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

 

    Alarum. Enter YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers

 

WARWICK

 

    I wonder how the king escaped our hands.

 

YORK

 

    While we pursued the horsemen of the north,

    He slily 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,

    Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in

    Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

 

EDWARD

 

    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.

 

MONTAGUE

 

    And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,

    Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.

 

RICHARD

 

    Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.

 

    Throwing down SOMERSET's head

 

YORK

 

    Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.

    But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?

 

NORFOLK

 

    Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!

 

RICHARD

 

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

 

WARWICK

 

    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'

 

YORK

 

    Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;

    For hither we have broken in by force.

 

NORFOLK

 

    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.

 

    They go up

 

WARWICK

 

    And when the king comes, offer no violence,

    Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.

 

YORK

 

    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.

 

RICHARD

 

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

 

WARWICK

 

    The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,

    Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,

    And bashful Henry deposed, 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.

 

WARWICK

 

    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.

 

    Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest

 

KING HENRY VI

 

    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.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

 

    If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!

 

CLIFFORD

 

    The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.

 

WESTMORELAND

 

    What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:

    My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.

 

KING HENRY VI

 

    Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.

 

CLIFFORD

 

    Patience is for poltroons, such as he:

    He durst not sit there, had your father lived.

    My gracious lord, here in the parliament

    Let us assail the family of York.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

 

    Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.

 

KING HENRY VI

 

    Ah, know you not the city favours them,

    And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?

 

EXETER

 

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

 

KING HENRY VI

 

    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.

    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.

 

EXETER

 

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

 

YORK

 

    'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.

 

EXETER

 

    Thy father was a traitor to the crown.

 

WARWICK

 

    Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown

    In following this usurping Henry.

 

CLIFFORD

 

    Whom should he follow but his natural king?

 

WARWICK

 

    True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York.

 

KING HENRY VI

 

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

 

YORK

 

    It must and shall be so: content thyself.

 

WARWICK

 

    Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.

 

WESTMORELAND

 

    He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;

    And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.

 

WARWICK

 

    And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget

    That we are those which chased you from the field

    And slew your fathers, and with colours spread

    March'd through the city to the palace gates.

 

NORTHUMBERLAND

 

    Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;

    And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.

 

WESTMORELAND

 

    Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,

    Thy kinsman and thy friends, I'll have more lives

    Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.

 

CLIFFORD

 

    Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,

    I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger

    As shall revenge his death before I stir.

 

WARWICK

 

    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.

 

KING HENRY VI

 

    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

    And seized upon their towns and provinces.

 

WARWICK

 

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

 

KING HENRY VI

 

    The lord protector lost it, and not I:

    When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.

 

RICHARD

 

    You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.

    Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.

 

EDWARD

 

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

 

MONTAGUE

 

    Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,

    Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.

 

RICHARD

 

    Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.

 

YORK

 

    Sons, peace!

 

KING HENRY VI

 

    Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to spea