Henry VI, Pt. 3
Act IV, Scene 8
London. A palace room.
- Flourish. Enter the King Henry, Warwick, Montague, Clarence,
- Oxford, and Exeter.
Earl of Warwick1 - 5
- What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
- With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
- Hath pass’d in safety through the Narrow Seas,
- And with his troops doth march amain to London,
- And many giddy people flock to him.
King Henry the Sixth6
- Let’s levy men, and beat him back again.
Duke of Clarence7 - 8
- A little fire is quickly trodden out,
- Which being suffer’d, rivers cannot quench.
Earl of Warwick9 - 24
- In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,
- Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
- Those will I muster up; and thou, son Clarence,
- Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
- The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.
- Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
- Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find
- Men well inclin’d to hear what thou command’st;
- And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov’d,
- In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
- My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
- Like to his island, girt in with the ocean,
- Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,
- Shall rest in London till we come to him.
- Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.
- Farewell, my sovereign.
King Henry the Sixth25
- Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy’s true hope.
Duke of Clarence26
- In sign of truth, I kiss your Highness’ hand.
King Henry the Sixth27
- Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
- Comfort, my lord! And so I take my leave.
Earl of Oxford29 - 30
- And thus
- Kissing Henry’s hand.
- I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
King Henry the Sixth31 - 32
- Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
- And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
Earl of Warwick33
- Farewell, sweet lords, let’s meet at Coventry.
- Exeunt all but King Henry and Exeter.
King Henry the Sixth34 - 37
- Here at the palace will I rest a while.
- Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
- Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
- Should not be able to encounter mine.
Duke of Exeter38
- The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
King Henry the Sixth39 - 51
- That’s not my fear, my meed hath got me fame:
- I have not stopp’d mine ears to their demands,
- Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
- My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
- My mildness hath allay’d their swelling griefs,
- My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;
- I have not been desirous of their wealth,
- Nor much oppress’d them with great subsidies,
- Nor forward of revenge, though they much err’d.
- Then why should they love Edward more than me?
- No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace;
- And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
- The lamb will never cease to follow him.
- Shout within, “A Lancaster! A Lancaster!”
Duke of Exeter52
- Hark, hark, my lord, what shouts are these?
- Enter King Edward and his Soldiers with Gloucester and
King Edward53 - 62
- Seize on the shame-fac’d Henry, bear him hence,
- And once again proclaim us King of England.
- You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow;
- Now stops thy spring, my sea shall suck them dry,
- And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
- Hence with him to the Tower, let him not speak.
- Exit Exeter with King Henry guarded.
- And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
- Where peremptory Warwick now remains.
- The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,
- Cold biting winter mars our hop’d-for hay.
Duke of Gloucester63 - 65
- Away betimes, before his forces join,
- And take the great-grown traitor unawares.
- Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.