SCENE V.- Another Part of the Field. Alarum. Enter KING HENRY. K. Hen. This battle fares like to the morning's war, When dying clouds contend with growing light; Sometime, the flood prevails; and then, the wind: To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, So many days my ewes have been with young; So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his Father, dragging in the dead body. Son. Ill blows the wind, that profits no-body. This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight, May be possessed with some store of crowns: And I, that haply take them from him now, May yet ere night yield both my life and them To some man else, as this dead man doth me, — Who's this? O God! it is my father's face, Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd. O heavy times, begetting such events! Enter a Father, who has killed his Son, with the body in his arms. Fath. Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me, Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold; For I have bought it with an hundred blows. But let me see: — is this our foeman's face? Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son! Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee, Throw up thine eye; see, see, what showers arise, Blown with the windy tempest of my heart, Upon thy wounds, that kill mine eye and heart! O, pity, God, this miserable age! What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly, Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural, This deadly quarrel daily doth beget! O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon, And hath bereft thee of thy life too late! - -- K. Hen. Woe above woe! grief more than common grief! O, that my death would stay these ruthful deeds! → The red rose and the white are on his face, Fath. How will my wife, for slaughter of my son, Shed seas of tears, and ne'er be satisfied? K. Hen. How will the country, for these woful chances, Misthink the king, and not be satisfied? Son. Was ever son, so ru'd a father's death? K. Hen. Was ever king, so griev'd for subjects' woe? Much is your sorrow; mine, ten times so much. Son. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill. [Exit, with the buty. Fath. These arms of mine shall be thy winding sheet; My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre ; Sad for the loss of thee, having no more, K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care, Here sits a king more woful than you are. Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled, And Warwick rages like a chafed bull: Q. Mar. Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain: Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands, Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed; K. Hen. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Not that I fear to stay, but love to go Forward; away! [Exeunt. The same. A loud Alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded. Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light. O, Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow, More than my body's parting with my soul. My love, and fear, glew'd many friends to thee; And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt. Impairing Henry, strength'ning mis-proud York, The common people swarm like summer flies: And whither fly the gnats, but to the sun? And who shines now but Henry's enemies? O Phoebus! hadst thou never given consent That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds, Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth : And Henry, had'st thou sway'd as kings should do, Or as thy father, and his father, did, Giving no ground unto the house of York, They never then had sprung like summer flies; I, and ten thousand in this luckless realm, Had left no mourning widows for our death, And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace. for what doth cherish weeds, but gentle air? And what makes robbers bold, but too much lenity? Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds : No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight; The foe is merciless, and will not pity; For, at their hands, I have deserv'd no pity. The air hath got into my deadly wounds, And much effuse of blood doth make me faint: Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the rest; I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast. [He faints. Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers. Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune bids Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's departing. Edw. See who it is: and, now the battle's ended, If friend, or foe, let him be gently us'd. Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford; Who, not contented that he lopp'd the branch War. From off the gates of York fetch down the head, Your father's head, which Clifford placed there : Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house, That nothing sung but death to us and ours: Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life, Rich. O, would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth ; 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit, Because he would avoid such bitter taunts Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace. Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee. wast wont. Rich. What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard, When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath : -- This hand should chop it off; and with the issuing blood Stifle the villain, whose unstaunched thirst head, And rear it in the place your father's stands. So shalt thou sinew both these lands together; And, having France thy friend thou shalt not dread And then to Britany I'll cross the sea, To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. ACT III. SCENE I. A Chace in the North of England. Enter Two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands. 1 Keep. Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves; For through this laund anon the deer will come; And in this covert will we make our stand, Culling the principal of all the deer. 2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot. 1 Keep. That cannot be; the noise of thy crossbow Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. Here stand we both, and aim we at the best : And, for the time shall not seem tedious, I'll tell thee what befell me on a day, In this self-place where now we mean to stand. 2 Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be past. Enter KING HENRY, disguised, with a prayer-book. K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love, To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. 1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee: This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities: For wise men say, it is the wisest course. Heep. Why linger we let us lay hands upon him. 1 Keep. Forbear a while; we'll hear a little more. I. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France for aid; And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry; 2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings and queens? K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was born to: A man at least, for less I should not be ; 2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king. K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough. 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown? K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my head; Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: my crown is call'd, content; A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy. 2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with content, Your crown content, and you, must be contented K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break an oath? 2 Keep. No, never such an oath; nor will not now. K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was king of England? 2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now remain. K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months old · My father, and my grandfather, were kings; And you were sworn true subjects unto me: And, tell me then, have you not broke your oaths? 1 Keep. No; For we were subjects, but while you were king. K. Hen. Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man? Ah, simple men, you know not what you swea". Commanded always by the greater gust; 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king, king K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, If he were seated as king Edward is. 1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in the king's, To go with us unto the officers. K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd: And what God will, then let your king perform; And what he will, I humbly yield unto. [Exeunt. SCENE II. - London. A Rom in the Palace. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, and Lady GREY. K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Albans' field This lady's husband, sir John Grey, was slain, His lands then seiz'd on by the conqueror : Her suit is now, to repossess those lands; Which we in justice cannot well deny, Because in quarrel of the house of York The worthy gentleman did lose his life. Glo. Your highness shall do well, to grant her suit; It were dishonour, to deny it her. K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. I see, the lady hath a thing to grant, Clar. He knows the game; How true he keeps Glo. Silence! [Aside. Aside. K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit; May it please your highness to resolve me now; Glo. [Aside.] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you all your lands, An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you. [Aside. Glo. God forbid that! for he'll take vantages. [Aside. K. Edw. How many children hast thou, widow? tell me. Clar. I think, he means to beg a child of her. L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord. Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be rul'd by him. [Aside. K. Edw. 'Twere pity, they should lose their father's land. L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then. K. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this widow's wit. Glo. Ay, good leave have you; for you will have leave, Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. GLOSTER and CLARENCE retira to the other side. L. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain some harm. K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do them good. L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your highness' service. K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I give them? L. Grey. What you command, that rests in me to do. K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my boon. L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it. K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask. L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace commands. Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble. [Aside. Clar. As red as fire! nay, then her wax must my prayers; That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love. L. Grey. Why, then you mean not as I thought you did. K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive my mind. L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I perceive Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison. K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands. L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower; For by that loss I will not purchase them. K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily. L. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both the and me. But, mighty lord, this merry inclination K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say ay, to my request: No; if thou dost say no, to my demand. L. Grey. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end. Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her brows. [Aside. [Aside. Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. K. Edw. [Aside.] Her looks do argue her replete with modesty ; Her words do show her wit incomparable. And she shall be my love, or else my queen. I am a subject fit to jest withal, K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee, I speak no more than what my soul intends; L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, O, monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! I'll make my heaven - to dream upon the crown; |