Henry VI, Pt. 2
Act 1, Scene 1
London. A room of state in the palace.
- Flourish of trumpets: then hoboys. Enter King Henry, Duke
- Humphrey of Gloucester, Salisbury, Warwick, and Cardinal
- Beauford, on the one side; the Queen, Suffolk, York,
- Somerset, and Buckingham, on the other.
Duke of Suffolk5 - 20
- As by your high imperial Majesty
- I had in charge at my depart for France,
- As procurator to your Excellence,
- To marry Princess Margaret for your Grace;
- So in the famous ancient city Tours,
- In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil,
- The Dukes of Orléans, Calaber, Bretagne, and Alanson,
- Seven earls, twelve barons, and twenty reverend bishops,
- I have perform’d my task, and was espous’d;
- And humbly now upon my bended knee,
- In sight of England and her lordly peers,
- Deliver up my title in the Queen
- To your most gracious hands, that are the substance
- Of that great shadow I did represent:
- The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,
- The fairest queen that ever king receiv’d.
King Henry the Sixth21 - 27
- Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret,
- I can express no kinder sign of love
- Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life,
- Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
- For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
- A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
- If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
Queen Margaret28 - 35
- Great King of England, and my gracious lord,
- The mutual conference that my mind hath had,
- By day, by night, waking and in my dreams,
- In courtly company, or at my beads,
- With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign,
- Makes me the bolder to salute my king
- With ruder terms, such as my wit affords
- And overjoy of heart doth minister.
King Henry the Sixth36 - 40
- Her sight did ravish, but her grace in speech,
- Her words yclad with wisdom’s majesty,
- Makes me from wond’ring fall to weeping joys,
- Such is the fullness of my heart’s content.
- Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
All41 - 42
- Long live Queen Margaret, England’s happiness!
- We thank you all.
Duke of Suffolk45 - 48
- My Lord Protector, so it please your Grace,
- Here are the articles of contracted peace
- Between our sovereign and the French King Charles,
- For eighteen months concluded by consent.
Duke of Gloucester49 - 58
- “Imprimis, It is agreed between the French King Charles, and
- William de la Pole, Marquess of Suffolk, ambassador for
- Henry King of England, that the said Henry shall espouse the
- Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King of Naples,
- Sicilia, and Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere
- the thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, It is further
- agreed between them, that the duchy of Anjou and the county
- of Maine shall be releas’d and deliver’d over to the King
- her father”—
- Duke Humphrey lets it fall.
King Henry the Sixth60
- Uncle, how now?
Duke of Gloucester61 - 63
- Pardon me, gracious lord,
- Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart,
- And dimm’d mine eyes, that I can read no further.
King Henry the Sixth64
- Uncle of Winchester, I pray read on.
Cardinal Beauford65 - 70
- “Item, It is further agreed between them, that the duchy of
- Anjou and the county of Maine shall be releas’d and
- deliver’d over to the King her father, and she sent over of
- the King of England’s own proper cost and charges, without
- having any dowry.”
King Henry the Sixth71 - 82
- They please us well. Lord Marquess, kneel down.
- We here create thee the first Duke of Suffolk,
- And girt thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
- We here discharge your Grace from being Regent
- I’ th’ parts of France, till term of eighteen months
- Be full expir’d. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
- Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,
- Salisbury, and Warwick;
- We thank you all for this great favor done
- In entertainment to my princely queen.
- Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
- To see her coronation be perform’d.
- Exeunt King, Queen, and Suffolk. Manent the rest, stayed by
Duke of Gloucester85 - 113
- Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,
- To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief,
- Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
- What? Did my brother Henry spend his youth,
- His valor, coin, and people, in the wars?
- Did he so often lodge in open field,
- In winter’s cold and summer’s parching heat,
- To conquer France, his true inheritance?
- And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,
- To keep by policy what Henry got?
- Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,
- Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,
- Receiv’d deep scars in France and Normandy?
- Or hath mine uncle Beauford and myself,
- With all the learned Council of the realm,
- Studied so long, sat in the Council-house
- Early and late, debating to and fro
- How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
- And hath his Highness in his infancy
- Crowned in Paris in despite of foes?
- And shall these labors and these honors die?
- Shall Henry’s conquest, Bedford’s vigilance,
- Your deeds of war, and all our counsel die?
- O peers of England, shameful is this league,
- Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,
- Blotting your names from books of memory,
- Rasing the characters of your renown,
- Defacing monuments of conquer’d France,
- Undoing all, as all had never been!
Cardinal Beauford114 - 116
- Nephew, what means this passionate discourse,
- This peroration with such circumstance?
- For France, ’tis ours; and we will keep it still.
Duke of Gloucester117 - 122
- Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can;
- But now it is impossible we should.
- Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,
- Hath given the duchy of Anjou, and Maine,
- Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style
- Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
Earl of Salisbury123 - 125
- Now by the death of Him that died for all,
- These counties were the keys of Normandy.
- But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
Earl of Warwick126 - 133
- For grief that they are past recovery;
- For were there hope to conquer them again,
- My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
- Anjou and Maine? Myself did win them both.
- Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer,
- And are the cities that I got with wounds
- Deliver’d up again with peaceful words?
- Mort Dieu!
Duke of York134 - 141
- For Suffolk’s duke, may he be suffocate,
- That dims the honor of this warlike isle!
- France should have torn and rent my very heart
- Before I would have yielded to this league.
- I never read but England’s kings have had
- Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives,
- And our King Henry gives away his own,
- To match with her that brings no vantages.
Duke of Gloucester142 - 146
- A proper jest, and never heard before,
- That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth
- For costs and charges in transporting her!
- She should have stay’d in France, and starv’d in France,
Cardinal Beauford147 - 148
- My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot:
- It was the pleasure of my lord the King.
Duke of Gloucester149 - 156
- My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind.
- ’Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
- But ’tis my presence that doth trouble ye;
- Rancor will out. Proud prelate, in thy face
- I see thy fury. If I longer stay,
- We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
- Lordings, farewell, and say, when I am gone,
- I prophesied France will be lost ere long.
- Exit Humphrey.
Cardinal Beauford158 - 175
- So, there goes our Protector in a rage.
- ’Tis known to you he is mine enemy;
- Nay more, an enemy unto you all,
- And no great friend, I fear me, to the King.
- Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,
- And heir-apparent to the English crown.
- Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
- And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
- There’s reason he should be displeas’d at it.
- Look to it, lords, let not his smoothing words
- Bewitch your hearts. Be wise and circumspect.
- What though the common people favor him,
- Calling him “Humphrey, the good Duke of Gloucester,”
- Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,
- “Jesu maintain your royal Excellence!”
- With “God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!”
- I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,
- He will be found a dangerous Protector.
Duke of Buckingham176 - 180
- Why should he then protect our sovereign,
- He being of age to govern of himself?
- Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,
- And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk,
- We’ll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat.
Cardinal Beauford181 - 182
- This weighty business will not brook delay,
- I’ll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.
- Exit Cardinal.
Duke of Somerset184 - 189
- Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey’s pride
- And greatness of his place be grief to us,
- Yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal;
- His insolence is more intolerable
- Than all the princes in the land beside.
- If Gloucester be displac’d, he’ll be Protector.
Duke of Buckingham190 - 191
- Or thou or I, Somerset, will be Protector,
- Despite Duke Humphrey or the Cardinal.
- Exeunt Buckingham and Somerset.
Earl of Salisbury193 - 217
- Pride went before, ambition follows him.
- While these do labor for their own preferment,
- Behooves it us to labor for the realm.
- I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester
- Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
- Oft have I seen the haughty Cardinal,
- More like a soldier than a man o’ th’ church,
- As stout and proud as he were lord of all,
- Swear like a ruffian, and demean himself
- Unlike the ruler of a commonweal.
- Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age,
- Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy house-keeping,
- Hath won the greatest favor of the commons,
- Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey;
- And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
- In bringing them to civil discipline,
- Thy late exploits done in the heart of France
- When thou wert Regent for our sovereign,
- Have made thee fear’d and honor’d of the people;
- Join we together, for the public good,
- In what we can to bridle and suppress
- The pride of Suffolk and the Cardinal,
- With Somerset’s and Buckingham’s ambition;
- And as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey’s deeds
- While they do tend the profit of the land.
Earl of Warwick218 - 219
- So God help Warwick, as he loves the land
- And common profit of his country!
Duke of York220 - 222
- And so says York—
- for he hath greatest cause.
Earl of Salisbury223
- Then let’s make haste away, and look unto the main.
Earl of Warwick224 - 228
- Unto the main? O father, Maine is lost!
- That Maine which by main force Warwick did win,
- And would have kept so long as breath did last!
- Main chance, father, you meant, but I meant Maine,
- Which I will win from France, or else be slain.
- Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury. Manet York.
Duke of York230 - 275
- Anjou and Maine are given to the French,
- Paris is lost, the state of Normandy
- Stands on a tickle point now they are gone.
- Suffolk concluded on the articles,
- The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleas’d
- To change two dukedoms for a duke’s fair daughter.
- I cannot blame them all, what is’t to them?
- ’Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
- Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage
- And purchase friends and give to courtezans,
- Still reveling like lords till all be gone;
- While as the silly owner of the goods
- Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands,
- And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof,
- While all is shar’d and all is borne away,
- Ready to starve, and dare not touch his own.
- So York must sit, and fret, and bite his tongue,
- While his own lands are bargain’d for and sold.
- Methinks the realms of England, France, and Ireland
- Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood
- As did the fatal brand Althaea burnt
- Unto the Prince’s heart of Calydon.
- Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!
- Cold news for me; for I had hope of France,
- Even as I have of fertile England’s soil.
- A day will come when York shall claim his own,
- And therefore I will take the Nevils’ parts,
- And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey,
- And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown,
- For that’s the golden mark I seek to hit.
- Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
- Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,
- Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
- Whose church-like humors fits not for a crown.
- Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve.
- Watch thou, and wake when others be asleep,
- To pry into the secrets of the state,
- Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love
- With his new bride and England’s dear-bought queen,
- And Humphrey with the peers be fall’n at jars:
- Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
- With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum’d,
- And in my standard bear the arms of York,
- To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
- And force perforce I’ll make him yield the crown,
- Whose bookish rule hath pull’d fair England down.
- Exit York.