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Henry VI, Pt. 3: Act V, Scene 6

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Henry VI, Pt. 3
Act V, Scene 6

London. The Tower.

Byam Shaw, 1901

  1. Enter Henry the Sixth and Richard of Gloucester with the
  2. Lieutenant, on the walls.

Duke of Gloucester

1
  1. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?

King Henry the Sixth

2 - 5
  1. Ay, my good lord—my lord, I should say rather.
  2. ’Tis sin to flatter, “good” was little better:
  3. ‘Good Gloucester’ and “good devil” were alike,
  4. And both preposterous; therefore, not “good lord.”

Duke of Gloucester

6
  1. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves, we must confer.
  1. Exit Lieutenant.

King Henry the Sixth

7 - 10
  1. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
  2. So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,
  3. And next his throat unto the butcher’s knife.
  4. What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?

Duke of Gloucester

11 - 12
  1. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
  2. The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

King Henry the Sixth

13 - 17
  1. The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
  2. With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
  3. And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
  4. Have now the fatal object in my eye
  5. Where my poor young was lim’d, was caught, and kill’d.

Duke of Gloucester

18 - 20
  1. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete
  2. That taught his son the office of a fowl!
  3. And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown’d.

King Henry the Sixth

21 - 29
  1. I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
  2. Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
  3. The sun that sear’d the wings of my sweet boy,
  4. Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea
  5. Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
  6. Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
  7. My breast can better brook thy dagger’s point
  8. Than can my ears that tragic history.
  9. But wherefore dost thou come? Is’t for my life?

Duke of Gloucester

30
  1. Think’st thou I am an executioner?

King Henry the Sixth

31 - 33
  1. A persecutor I am sure thou art.
  2. If murdering innocents be executing,
  3. Why then thou art an executioner.

Duke of Gloucester

34
  1. Thy son I kill’d for his presumption.

King Henry the Sixth

35 - 56
  1. Hadst thou been kill’d when first thou didst presume,
  2. Thou hadst not liv’d to kill a son of mine.
  3. And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand
  4. Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
  5. And many an old man’s sigh and many a widow’s,
  6. And many an orphan’s water-standing eye—
  7. Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
  8. Orphans for their parents’ timeless death—
  9. Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
  10. The owl shriek’d at thy birth, an evil sign;
  11. The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
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  12. Dogs howl’d, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
  13. The raven rook’d her on the chimney’s top,
  14. And chatt’ring pies in dismal discords sung;
  15. Thy mother felt more than a mother’s pain,
  16. And yet brought forth less than a mother’s hope,
  17. To wit, an indigested and deformed lump,
  18. Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
  19. Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
  20. To signify thou cam’st to bite the world;
  21. And if the rest be true which I have heard,
  22. Thou cam’st—

Die, prophet, in thy speech

Felix Octavius Carr Darley, circa 1885

Duke of Gloucester

57 - 58
  1. I’ll hear no more; die, prophet, in thy speech:
  2. Stabs him.
  3. For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain’d.

King Henry the Sixth

59 - 60
  1. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
  2. O God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
  1. Dies.

Duke of Gloucester

61 - 93
  1. What? Will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
  2. Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
  3. See how my sword weeps for the poor king’s death!
  4. O may such purple tears be alway shed
  5. From those that wish the downfall of our house!
  6. If any spark of life be yet remaining,
  7. Down, down to hell, and say I sent thee thither—
  8. Stabs him again.
  9. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
  10. Indeed ’tis true that Henry told me of;
  11. For I have often heard my mother say
  12. I came into the world with my legs forward.
  13. Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
  14. And seek their ruin that usurp’d our right?
  15. The midwife wonder’d and the women cried,
  16. “O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!”
  17. And so I was, which plainly signified
  18. That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
  19. Then since the heavens have shap’d my body so,
  20. Let hell make crook’d my mind to answer it.
  21. I have no brother, I am like no brother;
  22. And this word “love,” which greybeards call divine,
  23. Be resident in men like one another,
  24. And not in me: I am myself alone.
  25. Clarence, beware! Thou keep’st me from the light,
  26. But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;
  27. For I will buzz abroad such prophecies
  28. That Edward shall be fearful of his life,
  29. And then to purge his fear, I’ll be thy death.
  30. King Henry and the Prince his son are gone;
  31. Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,
  32. Counting myself but bad till I be best.
  33. I’ll throw thy body in another room,
  34. And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.
  1. Exit with the body.
Cassell's Illustrated Shakespeare

Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?

From: Cassell's Illustrated Shakespeare

Mary Cowden Clarke, Charles Cowden Clarke, 1870

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