Henry VI, Pt. 3
Act 3, Scene 3
France. A room in King Lewis XI’s palace.
- Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, his sister Lady Bona,
- his Admiral, call’d Bourbon, Prince Edward, Queen Margaret,
- and the Earl of Oxford.
- Lewis sits, and riseth up again.
King Lewis5 - 7
- Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,
- Sit down with us. It ill befits thy state
- And birth that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
Queen Margaret8 - 15
- No, mighty King of France; now Margaret
- Must strike her sail and learn a while to serve
- Where kings command. I was, I must confess,
- Great Albion’s queen in former golden days;
- But now mischance hath trod my title down,
- And with dishonor laid me on the ground,
- Where I must take like seat unto my fortune,
- And to my humble seat conform myself.
- Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?
Queen Margaret17 - 18
- From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
- And stops my tongue, while heart is drown’d in cares.
King Lewis19 - 26
- What e’er it be, be thou still like thyself,
- And sit thee by our side.
- Seats her by him.
- Yield not thy neck
- To fortune’s yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
- Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
- Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;
- It shall be eas’d if France can yield relief.
Queen Margaret27 - 43
- Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts
- And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
- Now therefore be it known to noble Lewis,
- That Henry, sole possessor of my love,
- Is, of a king, become a banish’d man,
- And forc’d to live in Scotland a forlorn;
- While proud ambitious Edward, Duke of York,
- Usurps the regal title and the seat
- Of England’s true-anointed lawful king.
- This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,
- With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry’s heir,
- Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;
- And if thou fail us, all our hope is done.
- Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
- Our people and our peers are both misled,
- Our treasure seiz’d, our soldiers put to flight,
- And as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
King Lewis44 - 45
- Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,
- While we bethink a means to break it off.
- The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
- The more I stay, the more I’ll succor thee.
Queen Margaret48 - 49
- O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
- And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
- Enter Warwick.
- What’s he approacheth boldly to our presence?
- Our Earl of Warwick, Edward’s greatest friend.
- Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?
- He descends. She ariseth.
Queen Margaret55 - 56
- Ay, now begins a second storm to rise,
- For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
Earl of Warwick57 - 65
- From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
- My lord and sovereign and thy vowed friend,
- I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,
- First, to do greetings to thy royal person,
- And then to crave a league of amity,
- And lastly, to confirm that amity
- With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
- That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,
- To England’s king in lawful marriage.
Queen Margaret66 - 67
- If that go forward, Henry’s hope is done.
Earl of Warwick68 - 75
- And, gracious madam
- Speaking to Lady Bona.
- in our king’s behalf
- I am commanded, with your leave and favor,
- Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue
- To tell the passion of my sovereign’s heart,
- Where fame, late ent’ring at his heedful ears,
- Hath plac’d thy beauty’s image and thy virtue.
Queen Margaret76 - 88
- King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak
- Before you answer Warwick. His demand
- Springs not from Edward’s well-meant honest love,
- But from deceit bred by necessity;
- For how can tyrants safely govern home,
- Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
- To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,
- That Henry liveth still; but were he dead,
- Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry’s son.
- Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage
- Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonor;
- For though usurpers sway the rule a while,
- Yet heav’ns are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
Earl of Warwick89
- Injurious Margaret!
- And why not Queen?
Earl of Warwick91 - 92
- Because thy father Henry did usurp,
- And thou no more art prince than she is queen.
Earl of Oxford93 - 99
- Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,
- Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
- And after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,
- Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;
- And after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,
- Who by his prowess conquered all France:
- From these our Henry lineally descends.
Earl of Warwick100 - 106
- Oxford, how haps it in this smooth discourse
- You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
- All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten?
- Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.
- But for the rest: you tell a pedigree
- Of threescore and two years—a silly time
- To make prescription for a kingdom’s worth.
Earl of Oxford107 - 109
- Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,
- Whom thou obey’dst thirty and six years,
- And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
Earl of Warwick110 - 112
- Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
- Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
- For shame, leave Henry, and call Edward king.
Earl of Oxford113 - 119
- Call him my king by whose injurious doom
- My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
- Was done to death? And more than so, my father,
- Even in the downfall of his mellow’d years,
- When nature brought him to the door of death?
- No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
- This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
Earl of Warwick120
- And I the house of York.
King Lewis121 - 123
- Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,
- Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,
- While I use further conference with Warwick.
- They stand aloof.
- Heavens grant that Warwick’s words bewitch him not!
King Lewis126 - 128
- Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
- Is Edward your true king? For I were loath
- To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
Earl of Warwick129
- Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honor.
- But is he gracious in the people’s eye?
Earl of Warwick131
- The more that Henry was unfortunate.
King Lewis132 - 134
- Then further: all dissembling set aside,
- Tell me for truth the measure of his love
- Unto our sister Bona.
Earl of Warwick135 - 142
- Such it seems
- As may beseem a monarch like himself.
- Myself have often heard him say, and swear,
- That this his love was an eternal plant,
- Whereof the root was fix’d in virtue’s ground,
- The leaves and fruit maintain’d with beauty’s sun,
- Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
- Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
- Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
Lady Bona144 - 148
- Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine.
- Yet I confess that often ere this day,
- Speaks to Warwick.
- When I have heard your king’s desert recounted,
- Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.
King Lewis149 - 154
- Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward’s.
- And now forthwith shall articles be drawn
- Touching the jointure that your king must make,
- Which with her dowry shall be counterpois’d.
- Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness
- That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
- To Edward, but not to the English king.
Queen Margaret156 - 158
- Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device
- By this alliance to make void my suit.
- Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry’s friend.
King Lewis159 - 165
- And still is friend to him and Margaret.
- But if your title to the crown be weak,
- As may appear by Edward’s good success,
- Then ’tis but reason that I be releas’d
- From giving aid which late I promised.
- Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand
- That your estate requires and mine can yield.
Earl of Warwick166 - 170
- Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease;
- Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.
- And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,
- You have a father able to maintain you,
- And better ’twere you troubled him than France.
Queen Margaret171 - 176
- Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick,
- Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings!
- I will not hence, till with my talk and tears
- (Both full of truth) I make King Lewis behold
- Thy sly conveyance and thy lord’s false love,
- For both of you are birds of self-same feather.
- Post blowing a horn within.
- Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
- Enter the Post.
Post180 - 185
- My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,
- Speaks to Warwick.
- Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague.
- These from our king unto your Majesty.
- To Lewis.
- And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not.
- To Margaret.
- They all read their letters.
Earl of Oxford188 - 189
- I like it well that our fair queen and mistress
- Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
Prince190 - 191
- Nay, mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled.
- I hope all’s for the best.
- Warwick, what are thy news? And yours, fair queen?
- Mine such as fill my heart with unhop’d joys.
Earl of Warwick194
- Mine full of sorrow and heart’s discontent.
King Lewis195 - 199
- What? Has your king married the Lady Grey?
- And now to soothe your forgery and his,
- Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?
- Is this th’ alliance that he seeks with France?
- Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
Queen Margaret200 - 201
- I told your Majesty as much before:
- This proveth Edward’s love and Warwick’s honesty.
Earl of Warwick202 - 219
- King Lewis, I here protest in sight of heaven,
- And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,
- That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward’s;
- No more my king, for he dishonors me,
- But most himself if he could see his shame.
- Did I forget that by the house of York
- My father came untimely to his death?
- Did I let pass th’ abuse done to my niece?
- Did I impale him with the regal crown?
- Did I put Henry from his native right?
- And am I guerdon’d at the last with shame?
- Shame on himself! For my desert is honor;
- And to repair my honor lost for him,
- I here renounce him and return to Henry.
- My noble queen, let former grudges pass,
- And henceforth I am thy true servitor.
- I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,
- And replant Henry in his former state.
Queen Margaret220 - 222
- Warwick, these words have turn’d my hate to love,
- And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
- And joy that thou becom’st King Henry’s friend.
Earl of Warwick223 - 232
- So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,
- That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us
- With some few bands of chosen soldiers,
- I’ll undertake to land them on our coast,
- And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
- ’Tis not his new-made bride shall succor him,
- And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
- He’s very likely now to fall from him,
- For matching more for wanton lust than honor,
- Or than for strength and safety of our country.
Lady Bona233 - 234
- Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng’d
- But by thy help to this distressed queen?
Queen Margaret235 - 236
- Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,
- Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
- My quarrel and this English queen’s are one.
Earl of Warwick238
- And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours.
King Lewis239 - 241
- And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret’s.
- Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolv’d
- You shall have aid.
- Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
King Lewis243 - 247
- Then, England’s messenger, return in post,
- And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
- That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
- To revel it with him and his new bride.
- Thou seest what’s pass’d, go fear thy king withal.
Lady Bona248 - 249
- Tell him, in hope he’ll prove a widower shortly,
- I wear the willow garland for his sake.
Queen Margaret250 - 251
- Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,
- And I am ready to put armor on.
Earl of Warwick252 - 254
- Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
- And therefore I’ll uncrown him ere’t be long.
- There’s thy reward, be gone.
- Exit Post.
King Lewis256 - 262
- But, Warwick,
- Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men,
- Shall cross the seas and bid false Edward battle;
- And as occasion serves, this noble queen
- And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
- Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt:
- What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
Earl of Warwick263 - 266
- This shall assure my constant loyalty,
- That if our queen and this young prince agree,
- I’ll join mine eldest daughter, and my joy,
- To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.
Queen Margaret267 - 271
- Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.
- Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,
- Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick,
- And with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable
- That only Warwick’s daughter shall be thine.
Prince272 - 273
- Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it,
- And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
- He gives his hand to Warwick.
King Lewis275 - 279
- Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,
- And thou, Lord Bourbon, our High Admiral,
- Shall waft them over with our royal fleet.
- I long till Edward fall by war’s mischance,
- For mocking marriage with a dame of France.
- Exeunt. Manet Warwick.
Earl of Warwick281 - 290
- I came from Edward as ambassador,
- But I return his sworn and mortal foe.
- Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
- But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
- Had he none else to make a stale but me?
- Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
- I was the chief that rais’d him to the crown,
- And I’ll be chief to bring him down again;
- Not that I pity Henry’s misery,
- But seek revenge on Edward’s mockery.