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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)

    1720Flourish.
    Enter Lewis the French King, his Sister Bona, his
    Admirall, call'd Bourbon: Prince Edward,
    Queene Margaret, and the Earle of Oxford.
    Lewis sits, and riseth vp againe.
    1725Lewis. Faire Queene of England, worthy Margaret,
    Sit downe with vs: it ill befits thy State,
    And Birth, that thou should'st stand, while Lewis doth sit.
    Marg. No, mightie King of France: now Margaret
    Must strike her sayle, and learne a while to serue,
    1730Where Kings command. I was (I must confesse)
    Great Albions Queene, in former Golden dayes:
    But now mischance hath trod my Title downe,
    And with dis-honor layd me on the ground,
    Where I must take like Seat vnto my fortune,
    1735And to my humble Seat conforme my selfe.
    Lewis. Why say, faire Queene, whence springs this
    deepe despaire?
    Marg. From such a cause, as fills mine eyes with teares,
    And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
    1740Lewis. What ere it be, be thou still like thy selfe,
    And sit thee by our side. Seats her by him.
    Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake,
    But let thy dauntlesse minde still ride in triumph,
    Ouer all mischance.
    1745Be plaine, Queene Margaret, and tell thy griefe,
    It shall be eas'd, if France can yeeld reliefe.
    Marg. Those gracious words
    Reuiue my drooping thoughts,
    And giue my tongue-ty'd sorrowes leaue to speake.
    1750Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis,
    That Henry, sole possessor of my Loue,
    Is, of a King, become a banisht man,
    And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne;
    While prowd ambitious Edward, Duke of Yorke,
    1755Vsurpes the Regall Title, and the Seat
    Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King.
    This is the cause that I, poore Margaret,
    With this my Sonne, Prince Edward, Henries Heire,
    Am come to craue thy iust and lawfull ayde:
    1760And if thou faile vs, all our hope is done.
    Scotland hath will to helpe, but cannot helpe:
    Our
    The third Part of Henry the Sixt.161
    Our People, and our Peeres, are both mis-led,
    Our Treasure seiz'd, our Souldiors put to flight,
    And (as thou seest) our selues in heauie plight.
    1765Lewis. Renowned Queene,
    With patience calme the Storme,
    While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off.
    Marg. The more wee stay, the stronger growes our
    Foe.
    1770Lewis. The more I stay, the more Ile succour thee.
    Marg. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
    And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
    Enter Warwicke.
    Lewis. What's hee approacheth boldly to our pre-
    1775sence?
    Marg. Our Earle of Warwicke, Edwards greatest
    Friend.
    Lewis. Welcome braue Warwicke, what brings thee
    to France? Hee descends. Shee ariseth.
    1780Marg. I now begins a second Storme to rise,
    For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde.
    Warw. From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
    My Lord and Soueraigne, and thy vowed Friend,
    I come (in Kindnesse, and vnfayned Loue)
    1785First, to doe greetings to thy Royall Person,
    And then to craue a League of Amitie:
    And lastly, to confirme that Amitie
    With Nuptiall Knot, if thou vouchsafe to graunt
    That vertuous Lady Bona, thy faire Sister,
    1790To Englands King, in lawfull Marriage.
    Marg. If that goe forward, Henries hope is done.
    Warw. And gracious Madame, Speaking to Bona.
    In our Kings behalfe,
    I am commanded, with your leaue and fauor,
    1795Humbly to kisse your Hand, and with my Tongue
    To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart;
    Where Fame, late entring at his heedfull Eares,
    Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image, and thy Vertue.
    Marg. King Lewis, and Lady Bona, heare me speake,
    1800Before you answer Warwicke. His demand
    Springs not from Edwards well-meant honest Loue,
    But from Deceit, bred by Necessitie:
    For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home,
    Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance?
    1805To proue him Tyrant, this reason may suffice,
    That Henry liueth still: but were hee dead,
    Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henries Sonne.
    Looke therefore Lewis, that by this League and Mariage
    Thou draw not on thy Danger, and Dis-honor:
    1810For though Vsurpers sway the rule a while,
    Yet Heau'ns are iust, and Time suppresseth Wrongs.
    Warw. Iniurious Margaret.
    Edw. And why not Queene?
    Warw. Because thy Father Henry did vsurpe,
    1815And thou no more art Prince, then shee is Queene.
    Oxf. Then Warwicke disanulls great Iohn of Gaunt,
    Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine;
    And after Iohn of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,
    Whose Wisdome was a Mirror to the wisest:
    1820And after that wise Prince, Henry the Fift,
    Who by his Prowesse conquered all France:
    From these, our Henry lineally descends.
    Warw. Oxford, how haps it in this smooth discourse,
    You told not, how Henry the Sixt hath lost
    1825All that, which Henry the Fift had gotten:
    Me thinkes these Peeres of France should smile at that.
    But for the rest: you tell a Pedigree
    Of threescore and two yeeres, a silly time
    To make prescription for a Kingdomes worth.
    1830 Oxf. Why Warwicke, canst thou speak against thy Liege,
    Whom thou obeyd'st thirtie and six yeeres,
    And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush?
    Warw. Can Oxford, that did euer fence the right,
    Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree?
    1835For shame leaue Henry, and call Edward King.
    Oxf. Call him my King, by whose iniurious doome
    My elder Brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere
    Was done to death? and more then so, my Father,
    Euen in the downe-fall of his mellow'd yeeres,
    1840When Nature brought him to the doore of Death?
    No Warwicke, no: while Life vpholds this Arme,
    This Arme vpholds the House of Lancaster.
    Warw. And I the House of Yorke.
    Lewis. Queene Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,
    1845Vouchsafe at our request, to stand aside,
    While I vse further conference with Warwicke.
    They stand aloofe.
    Marg. Heauens graunt, that Warwickes wordes be-
    witch him not.
    1850 Lew. Now Warwicke, tell me euen vpon thy conscience
    Is Edward your true King? for I were loth
    To linke with him, that were not lawfull chosen.
    Warw. Thereon I pawne my Credit, and mine Ho-
    nor.
    1855Lewis. But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye?
    Warw. The more, that Henry was vnfortunate.
    Lewis. Then further: all dissembling set aside,
    Tell me for truth, the measure of his Loue
    Vnto our Sister Bona.
    1860War. Such it seemes,
    As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe.
    My selfe haue often heard him say, and sweare,
    That this his Loue was an externall Plant,
    Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground,
    1865The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne,
    Exempt from Enuy, but not from Disdaine,
    Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine.
    Lewis. Now Sister, let vs heare your firme resolue.
    Bona. Your graunt, or your denyall, shall be mine.
    1870Yet I confesse, that often ere this day, Speaks to War.
    When I haue heard your Kings desert recounted,
    Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to desire.
    Lewis. Then Warwicke, thus:
    Our Sister shall be Edwards.
    1875And now forthwith shall Articles be drawne,
    Touching the Ioynture that your King must make,
    Which with her Dowrie shall be counter-poys'd:
    Draw neere, Queene Margaret, and be a witnesse,
    That Bona shall be Wife to the English King.
    1880Pr.Edw. To Edward, but not to the English King.
    Marg. Deceitfull Warwicke, it was thy deuice,
    By this alliance to make void my suit:
    Before thy comming, Lewis was Henries friend.
    Lewis. And still is friend to him, and Margaret.
    1885But if your Title to the Crowne be weake,
    As may appeare by Edwards good successe:
    Then 'tis but reason, that I be releas'd
    From giuing ayde, which late I promised.
    Yet shall you haue all kindnesse at my hand,
    1890That your Estate requires, and mine can yeeld.
    Warw. Henry now liues in Scotland, at his ease;
    Where
    162The third Part of Henry the Sixt.
    Where hauing nothing, nothing can he lose.
    And as for you your selfe (our quondam Queene)
    You haue a Father able to maintaine you,
    1895And better 'twere, you troubled him, then France.
    Mar. Peace impudent, and shamelesse Warwicke,
    Proud setter vp, and puller downe of Kings,
    I will not hence, till with my Talke and Teares
    (Both full of Truth) I make King Lewis behold
    1900Thy slye conueyance, and thy Lords false loue,
    Post blowing a horne Within.
    For both of you are Birds of selfe-same Feather.
    Lewes. Warwicke, this is some poste to vs, or thee.
    Enter the Poste.
    1905Post. My Lord Ambassador,
    These Letters are for you. Speakes to Warwick,
    Sent from your Brother Marquesse Montague.
    These from our King, vnto your Maiesty. To Lewis.
    And Madam, these for you: To Margaret
    1910From whom, I know not.
    They all reade their Letters.
    Oxf. I like it well, that our faire Queene and Mistris
    Smiles at her newes, while Warwicke frownes at his.
    Prince Ed. Nay marke how Lewis stampes as he were
    1915netled. I hope, all's for the best.
    Lew. Warwicke, what are thy Newes?
    And yours, faire Queene.
    Mar. Mine such, as fill my heart with vnhop'd ioyes.
    War. Mine full of sorrow, and hearts discontent.
    1920Lew. What? has your King married the Lady Grey?
    And now to sooth your Forgery, and his,
    Sends me a Paper to perswade me Patience?
    Is this th' Alliance that he seekes with France?
    Dare he presume to scorne vs in this manner?
    1925Mar. I told your Maiesty as much before:
    This proueth Edwards Loue, and Warwickes honesty.
    War. King Lewis, I heere protest in sight of heauen,
    And by the hope I haue of heauenly blisse,
    That I am cleere from this misdeed of Edwards;
    1930No more my King, for he dishonors me,
    But most himselfe, if he could see his shame.
    Did I forget, that by the House of Yorke
    My Father came vntimely to his death?
    Did I let passe th' abuse done to my Neece?
    1935Did I impale him with the Regall Crowne?
    Did I put Henry from his Natiue Right?
    And am I guerdon'd at the last, with Shame?
    Shame on himselfe, for my Desert is Honor.
    And to repaire my Honor lost for him,
    1940I heere renounce him, and returne to Henry.
    My Noble Queene, let former grudges passe,
    And henceforth, I am thy true Seruitour:
    I will reuenge his wrong to Lady Bona,
    And replant Henry in his former state.
    1945Mar. Warwicke,
    These words haue turn'd my Hate, to Loue,
    And I forgiue, and quite forget old faults,
    And ioy that thou becom'st King Henries Friend.
    War. So much his Friend, I, his vnfained Friend,
    1950That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish vs
    With some few Bands of chosen Soldiours,
    Ile vndertake to Land them on our Coast,
    And force the Tyrant from his seat by Warre.
    'Tis not his new-made Bride shall succour him.
    1955And as for Clarence, as my Letters tell me,
    Hee's very likely now to fall from him,
    For matching more for wanton Lust, then Honor,
    Or then for strength and safety of our Country.
    Bona. Deere Brother, how shall Bona be reueng'd,
    1960But by thy helpe to this distressed Queene?
    Mar. Renowned Prince, how shall Poore Henry liue,
    Vnlesse thou rescue him from foule dispaire?
    Bona. My quarrel, and this English Queens, are one.
    War. And mine faire Lady Bona, ioynes with yours.
    1965Lew. And mine, with hers, and thine, and Margarets.
    Therefore, at last, I firmely am resolu'd
    You shall haue ayde.
    Mar. Let me giue humble thankes for all, at once.
    Lew. Then Englands Messenger, returne in Poste,
    1970And tell false Edward, thy supposed King,
    That Lewis of France, is sending ouer Maskers
    To reuell it with him, and his new Bride.
    Thou seest what's past, go feare thy King withall.
    Bona. Tell him, in hope hee'l proue a widower shortly,
    1975I weare the Willow Garland for his sake.
    Mar. Tell him, my mourning weeds are layde aside,
    And I am ready to put Armor on.
    War. Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong,
    And therefore Ile vn-Crowne him, er't be long.
    1980There's thy reward, be gone. Exit Post.
    Lew. But Warwicke,
    Thou and Oxford, with fiue thousand men
    Shall crosse the Seas, and bid false Edward battaile:
    And as occasion serues, this Noble Queen
    1985And Prince, shall follow with a fresh Supply.
    Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt:
    What Pledge haue we of thy firme Loyalty?
    War. This shall assure my constant Loyalty,
    That if our Queene, and this young Prince agree,
    1990Ile ioyne mine eldest daughter, and my Ioy,
    To him forthwith, in holy Wedlocke bands.
    Mar. Yes, I agree, and thanke you for your Motion.
    Sonne Edward, she is Faire and Vertuous,
    Therefore delay not, giue thy hand to Warwicke,
    1995And with thy hand, thy faith irreuocable,
    That onely Warwickes daughter shall be thine.
    Prin.Ed. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserues it,
    And heere to pledge my Vow, I giue my hand.
    He giues his hand to Warw.
    2000 Lew. Why stay we now? These soldiers shalbe leuied,
    And thou Lord Bourbon, our High Admirall
    Shall waft them ouer with our Royall Fleete.
    I long till Edward fall by Warres mischance,
    For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France.
    2005Exeunt. Manet Warwicke.
    War. I came from Edward as Ambassador,
    But I returne his sworne and mortall Foe:
    Matter of Marriage was the charge he gaue me,
    But dreadfull Warre shall answer his demand.
    2010Had he none else to make a stale but me?
    Then none but I, shall turne his Iest to Sorrow.
    I was the Cheefe that rais'd him to the Crowne,
    And Ile be Cheefe to bring him downe againe:
    Not that I pitty Henries misery,
    2015But seeke Reuenge on Edwards mockery. Exit.
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