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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 3 (Folio 1, 1623)

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

    Enter Sinklo, and Humfrey, with Crosse-bowes
    in their hands.
    Sink. Vnder this thicke growne brake, wee'l shrowd (our selues:
    For through this Laund anon the Deere will come,
    1400And in this couert will we make our Stand,
    Culling the principall of all the Deere.
    Hum. Ile stay aboue the hill, so both may shoot.
    Sink. That cannot be, the noise of thy Crosse-bow
    Will scarre the Heard, and so my shoot is lost:
    1405Heere stand we both, and ayme we at the best:
    And for the time shall not seeme tedious,
    Ile tell thee what befell me on a day,
    In this selfe-place, where now we meane to stand.
    Sink. Heere comes a man, let's stay till he be past:
    1410Enter the King with a Prayer booke.
    Hen. From Scotland am I stolne euen of pure loue,
    To greet mine owne Land with my wishfull sight:
    No Harry, Harry, 'tis no Land of thine,
    Thy place is fill'd, thy Scepter wrung from thee,
    1415Thy Balme washt off, wherewith thou was Annointed:
    No bending knee will call thee sar now,
    No humble suters prease to speake for right:
    No, not a man comes for redresse of thee:
    For how can I helpe them, and not my selfe?
    1420Sink. I, heere's a Deere, whose skin's a Keepers Fee:
    This is the quondam King; Let's seize vpon him.
    Hen. Let me embrace the sower Aduersaries,
    For Wise men say, it is the wisest course.
    Hum. Why linger we? Let vs lay hands vpon him.
    1425Sink. Forbeare a-while, wee'l heare a little more.
    Hen. My Queene and Son are gone to France for aid:
    And (as I heare) the great Commanding Warwicke
    I: thither gone, to craue the French Kings Sister
    To wife for Edward. If this newes be true,
    1430Poore Queene, and Sonne, your labour is but lost:
    For Warwicke is a subtle Orator:
    And Lewis a Prince soone wonne with mouing words:
    By this account then, Margaret may winne him,
    For she's a woman to be pittied much:
    1435Her sighes will make a batt'ry in his brest,
    Her teares will pierce into a Marble heart:
    The Tyger will be milde, whiles she doth mourne;
    And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
    To heare and see her plaints, her Brinish Teares.
    1440I, but shee's come to begge, Warwicke to giue:
    Shee on his left side, crauing ayde for Henrie;
    He on his right, asking a wife for Edward.
    Shee Weepes, and sayes, her Henry is depos'd:
    He Smiles, and sayes, his Edward is instaul'd;
    1445That she (poore Wretch) for greefe can speake no more:
    Whiles Warwicke tels his Title, smooths the Wrong,
    Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
    And in conclusion winnes the King from her,
    With promise of his Sister, and what else,
    1450To strengthen and support King Edwards place.
    O Margaret, thus 'twill be, and thou (poore soule)
    Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorne.
    Hum. Say, what art thou talk'st of Kings & Queens?
    King. More then I seeme, and lesse then I was born to:
    1455A man at least, for lesse I should not be:
    And men may talke of Kings, and why not I?
    Hum. I, but thou talk'st, as if thou wer't a King.
    King. Why so I am (in Minde) and that's enough.
    Hum. But if thou be a King, where is thy Crowne?
    1460King. My Crowne is in my heart, not on my head:
    Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:
    Nor to be seene: my Crowne, is call'd Content,
    A Crowne it is, that sildome Kings enioy.
    Hum. Well, if you be a King crown'd with Content,
    1465Your Crowne Content, and you, must be contented
    To go along with vs. For (as we thinke)
    You are the king King Edward hath depos'd:
    And we his subiects, sworne in all Allegeance,
    Will apprehend you, as his Enemie.
    1470King. But did you neuer sweare, and breake an Oath.
    Hum. No, neuer such an Oath, nor will not now.
    King. Where did you dwell when I was K. of England?
    Hum. Heere in this Country, where we now remaine.
    King. I was annointed King at nine monthes old,
    1475My Father, and my Grandfather were Kings:
    And you were sworne true Subiects vnto me:
    And tell me then, haue you not broke your Oathes?
    Sin. No, for we were Subiects, but while you wer king
    King. Why? Am I dead? Do I not breath a Man?
    1480Ah simple men, you know not what you sweare:
    Looke, as I blow this Feather from my Face,
    And as the Ayre blowes it to me againe,
    Obeying with my winde when I do blow,
    And yeelding to another, when it blowes,
    1485Commanded alwayes by the greater gust:
    Such is the lightnesse of you, common men.
    But do not breake your Oathes, for of that sinne,
    My milde intreatie shall not make you guiltie.
    Go where you will, the king shall be commanded,
    1490And be you kings, command, and Ile obey.
    Sinklo. We are true Subiects to the king,
    King Edward.
    King. So would you be againe to Henrie,
    If he were seated as king Edward is.
    1495Sinklo. We charge you in Gods name & the Kings,
    To go with vs vnto the Officers.
    King. In Gods name lead, your Kings name be obeyd,
    And what God will, that let your King performe.
    And what he will, I humbly yeeld vnto. Exeunt