Henry VI, Pt. 1
Act 3, Scene 1
London. The Parliament House.
- Flourish. Enter King, Exeter, Gloucester, Winchester,
- Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, Richard Plantagenet, and others.
- Gloucester offers to put up a bill; Winchester snatches it,
- tears it.
Bishop of Winchester5 - 11
- Com’st thou with deep premeditated lines,
- With written pamphlets studiously devis’d?
- Humphrey of Gloucester, if thou canst accuse,
- Or aught intend’st to lay unto my charge,
- Do it without invention, suddenly,
- As I with sudden and extemporal speech
- Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
Duke of Gloucester12 - 30
- Presumptuous priest, this place commands my patience,
- Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonor’d me.
- Think not, although in writing I preferr’d
- The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
- That therefore I have forg’d, or am not able
- Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen.
- No, prelate, such is thy audacious wickedness,
- Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks,
- As very infants prattle of thy pride.
- Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
- Froward by nature, enemy to peace,
- Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
- A man of thy profession and degree;
- And for thy treachery, what’s more manifest?
- In that thou laidst a trap to take my life,
- As well at London Bridge as at the Tower.
- Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
- The King, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
- From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
Bishop of Winchester31 - 45
- Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
- To give me hearing what I shall reply.
- If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse,
- As he will have me, how am I so poor?
- Or how haps it I seek not to advance
- Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
- And for dissension, who preferreth peace
- More than I do, except I be provok’d?
- No, my good lords, it is not that offends,
- It is not that that hath incens’d the Duke:
- It is because no one should sway but he,
- No one, but he, should be about the King;
- And that engenders thunder in his breast,
- And makes him roar these accusations forth.
- But he shall know I am as good—
Duke of Gloucester46 - 47
- As good?
- Thou bastard of my grandfather!
Bishop of Winchester48 - 49
- Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
- But one imperious in another’s throne?
Duke of Gloucester50
- Am I not Protector, saucy priest?
Bishop of Winchester51
- And am not I a prelate of the Church?
Duke of Gloucester52 - 53
- Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
- And useth it to patronage his theft.
Bishop of Winchester54
- Unreverent Gloucester!
Duke of Gloucester55 - 56
- Thou art reverent
- Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
Bishop of Winchester57
- Rome shall remedy this.
Duke of Gloucester58
- Roam thither then.
Earl of Warwick59 - 60
- To Winchester
- My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
Duke of Somerset61 - 63
- Ay, so the Bishop be not overborne.
- Methinks my lord should be religious,
- And know the office that belongs to such.
Earl of Warwick64 - 65
- Methinks his lordship should be humbler,
- It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
Duke of Somerset66
- Yes, when his holy state is touch’d so near.
Earl of Warwick67 - 68
- State holy or unhallow’d, what of that?
- Is not his Grace Protector to the King?
Richard Plantagenet69 - 73
- Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
- Lest it be said, “Speak, sirrah, when you should;
- Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?”
- Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
King Henry the Sixth74 - 85
- Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
- The special watchmen of our English weal,
- I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
- To join your hearts in love and amity.
- O, what a scandal is it to our crown
- That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
- Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell,
- Civil dissension is a viperous worm
- That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
- A noise within.
- “Down with the tawny-coats!”
- What tumult’s this?
Earl of Warwick86 - 89
- An uproar, I dare warrant,
- Begun through malice of the Bishop’s men.
- A noise again.
- “Stones! Stones!”
- Enter Mayor of London, attended.
Mayor91 - 100
- O my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
- Pity the city of London, pity us!
- The Bishop and the Duke of Gloucester’s men,
- Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
- Have fill’d their pockets full of pebble stones;
- And, banding themselves in contrary parts,
- Do pelt so fast at one another’s pate
- That many have their giddy brains knock’d out;
- Our windows are broke down in every street,
- And we, for fear, compell’d to shut our shops.
- Enter Servingmen of both parties, in skirmish, with bloody
King Henry the Sixth103 - 105
- We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,
- To hold your slaught’ring hands and keep the peace.
- Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
Winchester’s Serving Attendant106
- Nay, if we be forbidden stones, we’ll fall to it with our teeth.
Gloucester’s First Serving Attendant107
- Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
- Skirmish again.
Duke of Gloucester109 - 110
- You of my household, leave this peevish broil,
- And set this unaccustom’d fight aside.
Gloucester’s Second Serving Attendant111 - 118
- My lord, we know your Grace to be a man
- Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
- Inferior to none but to his Majesty;
- And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
- So kind a father of the commonweal,
- To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
- We and our wives and children all will fight,
- And have our bodies slaught’red by thy foes.
Winchester’s Serving Attendant119 - 120
- Ay, and the very parings of our nails
- Shall pitch a field when we are dead.
- Begin again.
Duke of Gloucester122 - 124
- Stay, stay, I say!
- And if you love me, as you say you do,
- Let me persuade you to forbear a while.
King Henry the Sixth125 - 130
- O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
- Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
- My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?
- Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
- Or who should study to prefer a peace,
- If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
Earl of Warwick131 - 136
- Yield, my Lord Protector, yield, Winchester,
- Except you mean with obstinate repulse
- To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
- You see what mischief, and what murder too,
- Hath been enacted through your enmity.
- Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
Bishop of Winchester137
- He shall submit, or I will never yield.
Duke of Gloucester138 - 140
- Compassion on the King commands me stoop,
- Or I would see his heart out ere the priest
- Should ever get that privilege of me.
Earl of Warwick141 - 144
- Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the Duke
- Hath banish’d moody discontented fury,
- As by his smoothed brows it doth appear.
- Why look you still so stern and tragical?
Duke of Gloucester145
- Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
King Henry the Sixth146 - 149
- Fie, uncle Beauford, I have heard you preach
- That malice was a great and grievous sin;
- And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
- But prove a chief offender in the same?
Earl of Warwick150 - 152
- Sweet King! The Bishop hath a kindly gird.
- For shame, my Lord of Winchester, relent!
- What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
Bishop of Winchester153 - 154
- Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
- Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
Duke of Gloucester155 - 160
- Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.—
- See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
- This token serveth for a flag of truce
- Betwixt ourselves and all our followers.
- So help me God, as I dissemble not!
Bishop of Winchester161 - 162
- So help me God, as I intend it not!
King Henry the Sixth163 - 166
- O loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,
- How joyful am I made by this contract!
- Away, my masters, trouble us no more,
- But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
Winchester’s Serving Attendant167
- Content, I’ll to the surgeon’s.
Gloucester’s First Serving Attendant168
- And so will I.
Gloucester’s Second Serving Attendant169
- And I will see what physic the tavern affords.
- Exeunt Servingmen, Mayor, etc.
Earl of Warwick171 - 173
- Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
- Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
- We do exhibit to your Majesty.
Duke of Gloucester174 - 178
- Well urg’d, my Lord of Warwick; for, sweet prince,
- And if your Grace mark every circumstance,
- You have great reason to do Richard right,
- Especially for those occasions
- At Eltam Place I told your Majesty.
King Henry the Sixth179 - 181
- And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
- Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
- That Richard be restored to his blood.
Earl of Warwick182 - 183
- Let Richard be restored to his blood,
- So shall his father’s wrongs be recompens’d.
Bishop of Winchester184
- As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
King Henry the Sixth185 - 188
- If Richard will be true, not that alone
- But all the whole inheritance I give
- That doth belong unto the house of York,
- From whence you spring by lineal descent.
Richard Plantagenet189 - 190
- Thy humble servant vows obedience
- And humble service till the point of death.
King Henry the Sixth191 - 195
- Stoop then and set your knee against my foot,
- And in reguerdon of that duty done,
- I girt thee with the valiant sword of York:
- Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
- And rise created princely Duke of York.
Richard Plantagenet196 - 198
- And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
- And as my duty springs, so perish they
- That grudge one thought against your Majesty!
- Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!
Duke of Somerset200 - 201
- Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!
Duke of Gloucester202 - 206
- Now will it best avail your Majesty
- To cross the seas and to be crown’d in France.
- The presence of a king engenders love
- Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
- As it disanimates his enemies.
King Henry the Sixth207 - 208
- When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes,
- For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
Duke of Gloucester209
- Your ships already are in readiness.
- Sennet. Flourish.
- Exeunt. Manet Exeter.
Duke of Exeter212 - 226
- Ay, we may march in England, or in France,
- Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
- This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
- Burns under feigned ashes of forg’d love,
- And will at last break out into a flame:
- As fest’red members rot but by degree,
- Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
- So will this base and envious discord breed.
- And now I fear that fatal prophecy
- Which in the time of Henry nam’d the Fifth
- Was in the mouth of every sucking babe,
- That Henry born at Monmouth should win all,
- And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
- Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
- His days may finish ere that hapless time.