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Author: William Shakespeare
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Henry VI, Part 3 (Folio 1, 1623)



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The third Part of Henry the Sixt.

And so I was, which plainly signified,
That I should snarle, and bite, and play the dogge:
Then since the Heauens haue shap'd my Body so,
3155Let Hell make crook'd my Minde to answer it.
I haue no Brother, I am like no Brother:
And this word (Loue) which Gray-beards call Diuine,
Be resident in men like one another,
And not in me: I am my selfe alone.
3160Clarence beware, thou keept'st me from the Light,
But I will sort a pitchy day for thee:
For I will buzze abroad such Prophesies,
That Edward shall be fearefull of his life,
And then to purge his feare, Ile be thy death.
3165King Henry, and the Prince his Son are gone,
Clarence thy turne is next, and then the rest,
Counting my selfe but bad, till I be best.
Ile throw thy body in another roome,
And Triumph Henry, in thy day of Doome.
Exit.

3170
Flourish. Enter King, Queene, Clarence, Richard, Hastings,
Nurse, and Attendants.

King. Once more we sit in Englands Royall Throne,
Re-purchac'd with the Blood of Enemies:
What valiant Foe-men, like to Autumnes Corne,
3175Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride?
Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold Renowne,
For hardy and vndoubted Champions:
Two Cliffords, as the Father and the Sonne,
And two Northumberlands: two brauer men,
3180Ne're spurr'd their Coursers at the Trumpets sound.
With them, the two braue Beares, Warwick & Montague,
That in their Chaines fetter'd the Kingly Lyon,
And made the Forrest tremble when they roar'd.
Thus haue we swept Suspition from our Seate,
3185And made our Footstoole of Security.
Come hither Besse, and let me kisse my Boy:
Yong Ned, for thee, thine Vnckles, and my selfe,
Haue in our Armors watcht the Winters night,
Went all afoote in Summers scalding heate,
3190That thou might'st repossesse the Crowne in peace,
And of our Labours thou shalt reape the gaine.
Rich. Ile blast his Haruest, if your head were laid,
For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
This shoulder was ordain'd so thicke, to heaue,
3195And heaue it shall some waight, or breake my backe,
Worke thou the way, and that shalt execute.
King. Clarence and Gloster, loue my louely Queene,
And kis your Princely Nephew Brothers both.
Cla. The duty that I owe vnto your Maiesty,
3200I Seale vpon the lips of this sweet Babe.
Cla. Thanke Noble Clarence, worthy brother thanks.
Rich. And that I loue the tree frõ whence yu sprang'st:
Witnesse the louing kisse I giue the Fruite,
To say the truth, so Iudas kist his master,
3205And cried all haile, when as he meant all harme.
King. Now am I seated as my soule delights,
Hauing my Countries peace, and Brothers loues.
Cla. What will your Grace haue done with Margaret,
Reynard her Father, to the King of France
3210Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Ierusalem,
And hither haue they sent it for her ransome.
King. Away with her, and waft her hence to France:
And now what rests, but that we spend the time
With stately Triumphes, mirthfull Comicke shewes,
3215Such as befits the pleasure of the Court.
Sound Drums and Trumpets, farwell sowre annoy,
For heere I hope begins our lasting ioy.
Exeunt omnes



FINIS.