Henry VI Part 2 The Hollow Crown


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..know us by these colours for thy foes.

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This pale and angry rose...

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As symbol white of my blood-drinking hate.

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Welcome, Queen Margaret. My King.

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Civil dissension is a viperous worm,

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That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

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I am far better born than is the King,

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That gold should round engirt these brows of mine.

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Call forth our troops and bid them arm themselves!

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We shall return to wear our crown.

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Boys!

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Edward. George.

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And...Richard!

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This programme contains some violent scenes from the start.

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HEAVY BREATHING

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SCREAMING

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DOOR OPENS

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My Lord! Your Highness...

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The Duke of York with Warwick has set out

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And with a puissant and a mighty power

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Is marching hitherward in proud array.

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They will be here by morning.

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Where is the Queen?

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She's with the Duke of Somerset within.

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O... SHE LAUGHS

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..could this kiss be printed in thy hand.

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A wilderness is populous enough,

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If I but had thy heavenly company.

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For where thou art, there is the world itself,

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And where thou art not, desolation.

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Yield or die, Somerset.

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HE GROANS IN PAIN

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Father!

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HE CHOKES

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NECK SNAPS

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Base Suffolk!

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Warwick calls!

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Suffolk, I say, come forth and fight with me!

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Suffolk!

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For one or both of us the time is come.

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Hold, Warwick, seek you out some other chase,

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For I myself must hunt this deer to death.

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Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.

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Come, Suffolk. Defend thy rose!

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I know thee, Somerset.

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Obscure and lowly swain, away.

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The honourable blood of Lancaster

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Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.

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Thou kennel, puddle, sink, whose filth and dirt

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Trouble the silver spring where England drinks.

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Thy lips that kissed the Queen shall sweep the ground

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For now the House of York Burns with revenging fire.

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It is impossible that I should die By such a lowly vassal as thyself.

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Thy words move rage and not remorse in me.

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Ay, but my deeds shall stay thy fury soon.

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What, are ye daunted now? Now will ye stoop?

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True nobility is exempt from fear.

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Come, show what cruelty thou can'st,

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That this my death may never be forgot.

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Father!

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Where's my father?

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Suffolk!

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Where's the Duke of Suffolk?

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Father!

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O, let the vile world end

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And the promised flames of the last day

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Knit earth and heaven together!

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Even at this sight

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My heart is turned to stone.

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Henceforth I will not have to do with pity.

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In cruelty will I seek out my fame.

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Somerset!

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Somerset!

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Somerset!

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Somerset!

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SHE GASPS

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Think, Margaret, on revenge and cease to weep.

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SHE CRIES

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But who can cease to weep and look on this?

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My hope is gone.

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Alas, my Queen.

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I fear me, love, if that I were dead

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Thou wouldst not mourn so much for me.

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Margaret...

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God, our hope, will succour us.

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Come, we must away from here.

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We shall to London get, where you are loved

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And where this breach now in our fortunes made

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May readily be stopped.

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Now, by my sword, thou hast fought well today.

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So have we all.

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There is one old supporter of the King

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Is either slain or wounded dangerously.

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That this is true, father, behold his blood.

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Why, that's my son!

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Did anyone see or hear The fate of Somerset,

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The foulest canker of the blood-red rose?

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My Lord of York, here is the Duke of Somerset,

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Who I encountered ere the battle joined.

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THEY LAUGH

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Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.

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What? Is Your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?

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What? Is Your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?

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Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head!

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CHEERING

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If it be true the King has fled to London,

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We will pursue him there.

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Sound drum and trumpets, and to London all,

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And more such days as these to us befall!

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Richard!

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Son!

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Richard!

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This is the palace of the fearful King,

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And this the regal seat.

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Possess it, York,

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For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'.

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Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will.

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We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.

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Thanks, gentle Vernon.

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Stay by me, then, my Lords.

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And when the King comes, offer him no violence,

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Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.

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The Queen this day here holds her parliament,

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But little thinks we shall be of her council.

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LAUGHTER

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By words and blows here let us claim our right.

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The "Bloody Parliament" shall it be called,

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Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King,

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And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice

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Hath made us bywords to our enemies.

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Then leave me not, my Lords, be resolute.

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I mean to take possession of my right.

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Neither the King

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nor he that loves him best

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Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells.

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And I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.

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My son!

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York and Warwick are here...

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Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.

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Look where the sturdy rebel stands.

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What, shall we suffer this?

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Let's pluck him down.

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My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it!

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Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland.

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My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament

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Let us assail the family of York.

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Far be the thought of it from Henry's heart

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To make a shambles of the Parliament-House.

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Know you not the city favours them,

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And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?

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But when the Duke is slain, they will quickly fly.

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Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats

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Shall be the war that Henry means to use.

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Thou, factious Duke of York, descend my throne

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And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet.

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I am thy sovereign.

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I am thine.

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For shame, come down.

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He made thee Duke of York.

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It was my inheritance, as the earldom was.

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Thy father was a traitor to the crown.

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Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown,

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In following this usurping Henry.

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Whom should he follow but his natural King?

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True, Clifford, and that's Richard, Duke of York.

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And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?

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It must and shall be so.

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Content thyself.

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Be Duke of Lancaster.

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let him be King.

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He is both King and Duke of Lancaster,

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And that the Lord of Westmorland shall maintain.

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And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget

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That we are those which chased you from the field

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And who slew your father, youthful Clifford.

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Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief.

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Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,

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Thy kinsmen and thy friends, I'll have more lives

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Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.

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Will we show you our title to the crown?

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If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.

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What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?

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Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York.

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I am the son of Henry the Fifth,

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Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop

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And seized upon their towns and provinces.

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Talk not of France, since thou hast lost it all.

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The Lord Protector lost it, and not I.

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When I was crowned I was but nine months old.

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You are old enough now and yet methinks you lose.

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Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head!

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Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.

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Sound drums and trumpets, and the King will fly!

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Sons, peace.

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Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,

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Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?

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No, first shall war unpeople this my realm.

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My title's good, and better far than his.

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Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King.

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Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.

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'Twas by rebellion against his King.

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Richard resigned the crown to Henry the Fourth,

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Whose heir my father was, and I am his.

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He rose against him and made him to resign the crown perforce.

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Suppose he did it unconstrained,

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Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?

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No, for he could not so resign his crown,

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But that the next heir should succeed and reign.

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Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?

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My conscience tells me he is lawful King.

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All will revolt from me and turn to him.

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What mutter you, or what conspire you, Lords?

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Do right unto this princely Duke of York,

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Or I will fill the house with armed men,

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And over the chair of state, where now he sits,

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Write up his title with usurping blood.

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My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:

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Let me for this my lifetime reign as King.

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Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,

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And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.

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I am content.

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Richard Plantagenet, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.

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What wrong is this unto the Prince, your son!

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Base, fearful and despairing Henry!

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How hast thou injured both thyself and us?

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I cannot stay to hear these articles.

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Come, cousin, let us tell the Queen these news.

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Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate King,

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In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.

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Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.

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They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.

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Ah, Exeter.

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Why should you sigh, my Lord?

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Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son

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Whom I unnaturally now disinherit. But be it as it may. I here entail

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The crown to thee and to thine heirs forever,

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Conditionally, that here thou take an oath

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To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,

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To honour me as thy King and sovereign.

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This oath I willingly take and will perform.

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Long live King Henry!

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Long live King Henry.

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And long live thou, and these thy forward sons.

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Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.

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Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes.

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Come, boys.

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CHAPEL BELL RINGS

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DOOR OPENS

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Ah, wretched man! Would I had died a maid

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And never seen thee, never borne thee son,

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Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father.

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Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I,

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Or felt that pain which I did for him once,

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Or nourished him as I did with my blood,

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Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,

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Rather than have that savage Duke thine heir

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And disinherited thine only son.

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Pardon me, Margaret;

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The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforced me.

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Enforced thee?

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Art thou King, and wilt be forced?

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I shame to hear thee speak.

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Ah, timorous wretch.

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Had I been there, which am a silly woman,

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The soldiers should have tossed me on their pikes

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Before I would have granted to that act.

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But thou prefer'st thy life to thine honour.

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And seeing thou dost,

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I here divorce myself,

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Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed till

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That act of Parliament be repealed

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Whereby my son is disinherited.

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The Lords that have forsworn thy coward colours

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Will follow mine, to thy foul disgrace

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And utter ruin of the House of York.

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Thus do I leave thee.

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Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.

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Thou hast spoke too much already.

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Though I be not the eldest, give me leave.

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No. I can better play the orator!

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But I have reasons strong and forcible!

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Why! How now, sons?

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At a strife?

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What is thy quarrel?

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How began it first?

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No quarrel,

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but a slight contention.

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About what?

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The crown of England, Father, which is yours.

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Mine, boy?

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Not till King Henry be dead.

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Your right depends not on his life or death.

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Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now.

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By giving the House of Lancaster leave to breathe,

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It will outrun you, Father, in the end.

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I took an oath...

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..that he should quietly reign.

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But for a kingdom any oath may be broken.

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I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.

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No. God forbid your grace should be forsworn.

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So I shall, if I claim by open war.

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I will prove the opposite, if you will hear me speak.

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Thou canst not, son. It is impossible.

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An oath is of no moment,

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Being not took before a true and lawful magistrate

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That hath authority over him that swears.

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Henry had none, but did usurp his place.

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Then, since 'twas he that made you to depose, your oath,

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My Lord, is vain and frivolous.

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Therefore, to arms.

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Father, do but think how sweet a thing it is to wear a crown.

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Why do we linger thus?

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I will not rest until the white rose I wear is dyed

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Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart... Richard!

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Enough!

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DOGS BARK

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My Lord! We shall speak more of this.

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The Queen with all the northern earls and lords

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Intends here to besiege you in your house.

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She is hard by, my Lord.

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Edward and George, you both shall stay with me.

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Richard and Edmund, with thy mother fly.

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Father, we will win them. Fear it not.

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MARGARET: Plantagenet!

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CECILY: Come, son! Edmund!

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Go, Richard! Look to thy mother.

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Let's issue forth and bid them battle straight.

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Plantagenet!

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Go to thy sister's house.

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Do not look back. Edmund and Richard will follow thee.

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CECILY: Come, Richard! Edmond!

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CLIFFORD: Plantagenet!

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Go, Mother! Clifford approaches! Go!

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Stay here, my Lords. Conceal thyselves awhile.

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CLIFFORD: Plantagenet! CECILY: Edmond! Richard!

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Go, Mother, we will follow!

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CLIFFORD: Plantagenet!

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Thou brat of this accursed Duke of York,

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Whose father slew my father, thou shall die.

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I am too mean a subject for thy wrath;

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Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.

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Though speak'st in vain, poor boy;

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My father's blood

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hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.

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The sight of any of the House of York

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Is as a fury to torment my soul.

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And till I root out their accursed line

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And leave not one alive, I live in hell.

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Therefore... EDMUND CRIES OUT

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Let me pray,

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let me pray before I take my death.

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To thee I pray.

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Sweet Clifford, pity me!

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Pity?

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Thy father slew my father.

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Therefore, die.

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Plantagenet, I come!

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Plantagenet!

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Plantagenet!

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Come,

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rough Westmorland.

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I dare your quenchless fury to more rage.

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I will not bandy with thee word for word,

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But buckle with thee

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blows twice two for one.

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MARGARET: Hold!

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Valiant Clifford!

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For a thousand causes I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.

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Come,

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make him kneel upon this dung hill here.

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MEN LAUGH

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What...

0:34:590:35:02

what...

0:35:020:35:05

was it you that would be England's King?

0:35:050:35:08

Where is your mess of sons to back you now?

0:35:100:35:13

THE MEN LAUGH

0:35:130:35:15

Where is your darling Edmund?

0:35:150:35:19

SHE LAUGHS, HE SOBS

0:35:220:35:25

A crown for York.

0:35:250:35:27

Look, York,

0:35:300:35:33

I stain this napkin with the blood

0:35:330:35:37

That valiant Clifford, with his weapon's spike

0:35:370:35:39

Made issue from the neck of the young boy.

0:35:390:35:43

I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.

0:35:440:35:50

THE MEN LAUGH

0:35:500:35:53

Why art thou patient, man?

0:35:530:35:56

Thou shouldst be mad.

0:35:580:36:01

York cannot speak without a crown.

0:36:010:36:04

Hold you his hands,

0:36:060:36:08

whilst I do set it on.

0:36:080:36:11

HE GROANS IN PAIN

0:36:160:36:18

THE MEN LAUGH Now looks he like a king.

0:36:260:36:31

Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair,

0:36:310:36:36

And this is he was his adopted heir.

0:36:360:36:40

But how is it that great Plantagenet

0:36:400:36:45

Is crowned so soon and broke his solemn oath?

0:36:450:36:50

As I bethink me,

0:36:500:36:53

you should not be King

0:36:530:36:55

Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.

0:36:550:36:59

O, 'tis a fault too, too unpardonable.

0:36:590:37:07

Off with the crown, and with the crown, his head!

0:37:110:37:15

That is my office, for my father's sake.

0:37:150:37:19

PLANTAGENET TRIES TO SPEAK

0:37:210:37:23

Nay, stay,

0:37:230:37:25

let's hear the orisons he makes.

0:37:250:37:29

She-wolf of France,

0:37:320:37:35

O tiger's heart Wrapped in a woman's hide.

0:37:350:37:40

There, take thy crown,

0:37:400:37:41

and with thy crown my curse

0:37:410:37:44

That in thy need such comfort come to thee

0:37:440:37:48

As I now reap from thy too cruel hand.

0:37:480:37:52

Hard-hearted Clifford,

0:37:560:37:58

take me from the world,

0:37:580:38:01

My soul to heaven,

0:38:010:38:04

my curse upon your heads!

0:38:040:38:07

Here's for my father's death!

0:38:100:38:12

KNIFE PIERCES FLESH

0:38:120:38:14

And here's to right our gentle-hearted King!

0:38:150:38:20

KNIFE PIERCES FLESH

0:38:200:38:22

Here's to avenge beloved Somerset.

0:38:270:38:31

KNIFE PIERCES FLESH

0:38:340:38:36

Off with his head.

0:38:450:38:48

Set it atop the city gates.

0:38:480:38:51

COUGHING

0:39:250:39:28

I wonder how our princely father scaped.

0:39:390:39:42

His sword.

0:39:420:39:43

See how the morning ope's her golden gates

0:40:050:40:08

Bids her farewell to the glorious sun.

0:40:100:40:13

Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?

0:40:150:40:17

Three glorious suns...

0:40:210:40:22

..each one a perfect sun,

0:40:230:40:25

Not separated by the racking clouds

0:40:270:40:30

But severed in a pale, clear-shining sky.

0:40:300:40:35

See, see, they join, embrace and seem to kiss,

0:40:350:40:38

As if they vowed some league inviolable.

0:40:380:40:40

Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun:

0:40:410:40:44

In this, the heavens figure some event.

0:40:460:40:49

I think it cites us, brother...

0:40:500:40:52

..to the field,

0:40:530:40:55

That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,

0:40:550:40:58

Shall join our lights together

0:40:580:41:01

And over-shine the earth as this the world.

0:41:010:41:04

But here comes one whose heavy looks foretell

0:41:050:41:07

Some dreadful story hanging on his tongue.

0:41:070:41:09

My Lord,

0:41:160:41:18

I was a woeful looker-on

0:41:180:41:20

When as the noble Duke of York was slain.

0:41:200:41:23

By many hands your father was subdued,

0:41:230:41:26

But only slaughtered by the ireful arm

0:41:270:41:29

Of unrelenting Clifford and the Queen,

0:41:290:41:32

Who crowned the gracious Duke in high despite,

0:41:320:41:35

Laughed in his face,

0:41:350:41:36

and when with grief he wept,

0:41:360:41:38

The ruthless Queen gave him to dry his cheeks

0:41:400:41:42

A napkin

0:41:440:41:45

steeped in the harmless blood Of sweet young Edmund,

0:41:450:41:48

by rough Clifford slain.

0:41:480:41:50

After many scorns, many foul taunts,

0:41:520:41:54

They took his head...

0:41:560:41:57

..and high on the city gates They set the same.

0:41:590:42:02

And there it doth remain.

0:42:030:42:05

The saddest spectacle that e'er I viewed.

0:42:060:42:09

GEORGE SOBS

0:42:100:42:12

Sweet Duke of York...

0:42:220:42:23

..our prop to lean upon,

0:42:250:42:27

Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.

0:42:270:42:30

O Clifford, boist'rous Clifford,

0:42:300:42:33

thou hast slain the flower of Europe for his chivalry.

0:42:330:42:36

Now my soul's palace is become a prison.

0:42:360:42:39

For never henceforth shall I joy again.

0:42:400:42:43

Never...

0:42:450:42:46

..O never shall I see more joy!

0:42:470:42:50

HE SOBS

0:42:500:42:52

I cannot weep.

0:42:520:42:54

Weeping is for babes...

0:42:560:42:58

..blows and revenge for me.

0:42:590:43:02

Richard, I bear thy name;

0:43:020:43:04

and I will venge thy death Or die by attempting it.

0:43:040:43:08

His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;

0:43:080:43:10

His dukedom and his chair with ME is left.

0:43:100:43:12

For the chair and dukedom...

0:43:140:43:16

..throne and kingdom say;

0:43:170:43:19

Either they are thine,

0:43:190:43:21

or else thou wert not his.

0:43:210:43:23

How now, fair Lords?

0:43:230:43:26

Thou shalt know

0:43:270:43:29

this strong right hand of mine

0:43:290:43:32

Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head

0:43:320:43:35

Were he as famous and as bold in war

0:43:350:43:39

As he is famed for mildness, peace and prayer.

0:43:390:43:44

But in this troublous time, what's to be done?

0:43:450:43:48

Shall we go throw our coats of steel away?

0:43:480:43:52

Or shall we

0:43:520:43:53

on the helmets of our foes

0:43:530:43:56

Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?

0:43:560:43:59

If for the last,

0:43:590:44:01

say, "Ay", and to it, Lords.

0:44:010:44:03

Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out,

0:44:030:44:06

Now, friends, to London will we march,

0:44:090:44:12

And once again cry, "Charge!" upon our foes.

0:44:120:44:15

Lord Warwick,

0:44:150:44:16

on thy shoulder will I lean;

0:44:160:44:19

And when thou fail'st,

0:44:190:44:20

God forbid the hour,

0:44:200:44:22

Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!

0:44:230:44:26

No longer Earl of March,

0:44:260:44:29

but Duke of York;

0:44:290:44:30

The next degree is England's royal throne.

0:44:300:44:34

For King of England shalt thou be proclaimed

0:44:340:44:38

In every borough as we pass along.

0:44:380:44:41

King Edward!

0:44:410:44:42

Welcome, my Lords.

0:44:580:44:59

Yonder's the head of that arch enemy

0:45:010:45:04

That sought to be encompassed with your crown.

0:45:040:45:07

Doth not the object cheer your heart, my Lord?

0:45:090:45:13

To see this sight

0:45:140:45:16

it irks my very soul.

0:45:160:45:20

Withhold revenge, dear God.

0:45:200:45:24

My gracious liege,

0:45:250:45:28

this too much lenity And harmful pity must be laid aside.

0:45:280:45:32

Ambitious York did level at thy crown,

0:45:320:45:34

He, but a duke, would have his son a king.

0:45:350:45:38

Thou, being a king,

0:45:380:45:40

blest with a goodly son,

0:45:400:45:42

Didst yield consent to disinherit him,

0:45:420:45:45

Which argued thee a most unloving father.

0:45:450:45:47

Were it not pity

0:45:500:45:52

that this godly boy

0:45:520:45:54

Should lose his birthright by his father's fault?

0:45:540:45:57

Look on the boy

0:45:580:46:00

and steel thy melting heart.

0:46:010:46:03

Clifford,

0:46:050:46:07

didst thou never hear

0:46:070:46:09

That things ill-got had ever bad success?

0:46:090:46:14

And happy

0:46:140:46:16

always was it for that son

0:46:160:46:19

Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?

0:46:190:46:22

I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind,

0:46:250:46:29

And would my father had left ME no more.

0:46:290:46:33

Ah,

0:46:350:46:38

cousin York,

0:46:380:46:40

would thy best friends did know

0:46:400:46:43

How it doth grieve me that thou art thus slain.

0:46:430:46:47

My Lord, cheer up your spirits:

0:46:470:46:50

our foes are nigh,

0:46:500:46:53

And this soft courage makes your followers faint.

0:46:530:46:58

You promised knighthood to our forward son.

0:46:590:47:01

Unsheathe your sword

0:47:010:47:02

and dub him presently.

0:47:020:47:04

Edward, kneel down.

0:47:040:47:05

Edward...

0:47:110:47:12

..Ned...

0:47:130:47:15

Prince of Wales...

0:47:150:47:17

..arise a knight,

0:47:190:47:21

And learn this lesson:

0:47:220:47:24

draw thy sword in right.

0:47:250:47:28

My gracious father,

0:47:350:47:37

by your kingly leave

0:47:370:47:39

I will defend our crown unto the death.

0:47:390:47:42

OXFORD: My liege...

0:47:420:47:43

Royal commanders, be in readiness,

0:47:450:47:48

For with a band of strongly armed men

0:47:480:47:51

Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York,

0:47:510:47:53

Now Edward, made so by his father's death.

0:47:530:47:56

They all proclaim him King.

0:47:560:47:58

Prepare your battle, for they are at hand.

0:47:580:48:00

I would Your Highness would keep from the field.

0:48:030:48:05

The Queen hath best success when you are absent.

0:48:050:48:09

Ay, good, my Lord, and leave us to our fortune.

0:48:100:48:12

Why, that's my fortune too...

0:48:120:48:15

..therefore, I'll come.

0:48:180:48:20

Be it with resolution, then, to fight.

0:48:210:48:23

DISTANT CRIES

0:48:560:48:58

DISTANT CRIES

0:49:050:49:06

INAUDIBLE

0:49:300:49:31

'Was ever King that joyed an earthly throne

0:49:430:49:46

'And could command no more content than I?

0:49:460:49:49

'No sooner was I crept out of my cradle

0:49:510:49:53

'But I was made a king,

0:49:530:49:56

'at nine months old.

0:49:560:49:58

'Was never subject longed to be a king

0:49:590:50:03

'As I do long and wish to be a subject.'

0:50:030:50:07

BATTLE CRIES

0:50:080:50:10

Are you there, butcher?

0:50:140:50:17

Ay, crookback,

0:50:190:50:21

here I stand to answer thee.

0:50:210:50:22

'Twas you that killed my brother,

0:50:240:50:27

was it not? Ay,

0:50:270:50:28

This is the hand that stabbed thy father York,

0:50:280:50:33

And here

0:50:330:50:35

is the hand that slew thy brother Edmund,

0:50:350:50:38

And this is the heart

0:50:380:50:39

that triumphs in their death.

0:50:390:50:42

Speak not spite,

0:50:420:50:44

For you shall sup with Jesu Christ tonight.

0:50:440:50:47

Foul stigmatic,

0:50:470:50:49

that's more than thou canst tell.

0:50:490:50:51

If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.

0:50:510:50:56

Have at thee!

0:50:560:50:57

HE YELLS

0:50:590:51:01

RICHARD GASPS

0:51:090:51:10

O, I fall.

0:51:290:51:31

Come, Richard...

0:51:350:51:37

..I stabbed your father's bosom,

0:51:380:51:40

Now split my breast.

0:51:410:51:43

Dispatch me, Richard,

0:51:440:51:45

Have mercy...

0:51:470:51:48

..and dispatch.

0:51:520:51:54

Disperse me, Richard - have mercy!

0:52:010:52:03

Richard!

0:52:060:52:08

HE GASPS AND SPLUTTERS

0:52:110:52:13

O...

0:52:150:52:16

..O Henry...

0:52:200:52:21

..hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,

0:52:270:52:30

Or as thy father and his father did,

0:52:310:52:33

I and ten thousand in this luckless realm

0:52:340:52:37

Had left no mourning widows for our death.

0:52:380:52:41

HE GASPS

0:52:410:52:42

The foe is merciless

0:52:450:52:47

and will not pity.

0:52:470:52:49

Much effuse of blood doth make me faint.

0:52:550:52:57

Dispatch, Henry.

0:53:000:53:02

HENRY UNSHEATHES HIS SWORD

0:53:070:53:09

Dispatch...

0:53:190:53:21

HE GASPS

0:53:250:53:27

HORSE NEIGHS

0:53:360:53:37

HE SPLUTTERS

0:53:390:53:41

This man, like me, a humble foot soldier

0:53:530:53:56

Now killed by me, will have no use for coins.

0:53:560:54:00

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.

0:54:000:54:03

Where are your crowns, old man?

0:54:030:54:05

Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold,

0:54:050:54:08

For I have bought it with an hundred blows.

0:54:080:54:10

Who's this?

0:54:180:54:20

O God!

0:54:210:54:22

It is my father's face.

0:54:230:54:25

HE MOANS

0:54:270:54:29

Heavy times, begetting such events!

0:54:340:54:36

That I...

0:54:380:54:39

..who at his hands received my life,

0:54:400:54:43

Have by MY hands of life bereaved him.

0:54:440:54:48

Oh, no.

0:54:490:54:51

No, no...

0:54:510:54:53

It is my eldest son.

0:54:550:54:57

Pardon me, God...

0:54:590:55:02

..I knew not what I did;

0:55:030:55:05

And pardon, father...

0:55:080:55:10

..for I knew not thee.

0:55:120:55:14

HE SOBS

0:55:140:55:15

O, pity, God, this miserable age!

0:55:180:55:21

O pity...

0:55:230:55:25

..pity...

0:55:260:55:28

..gentle heaven, pity!

0:55:290:55:32

SOBBING

0:55:330:55:35

I'll bear thee hence...

0:55:360:55:38

..where I may weep my fill.

0:55:390:55:41

I'll bear thee hence...

0:55:420:55:44

..and let them fight that will.

0:55:450:55:47

HE MOANS IN ANGUISH

0:55:490:55:51

Would that I were dead...

0:55:570:55:58

..if God's good will were so.

0:56:000:56:02

For what is in this world

0:56:040:56:08

but grief and woe?

0:56:080:56:12

Away, madam, away,

0:56:320:56:34

the King is missing.

0:56:340:56:35

York triumphs and wallows in our spilt blood. Away!

0:56:350:56:40

HE MUTTERS

0:56:510:56:52

THEY LAUGH

0:56:520:56:54

MEN: All hail King Edward.

0:56:570:57:00

Now breathe we, Lords...

0:57:030:57:06

..good fortune bids us pause

0:57:070:57:09

And smoothes the frowns of war with peaceful looks.

0:57:090:57:12

MAN GROANS

0:57:120:57:14

Whose soul is that who takes her heavy leave?

0:57:140:57:17

And now the battle's ended, If friend or foe,

0:57:170:57:21

let him be gently used.

0:57:210:57:23

Revoke that doom of mercy...

0:57:230:57:25

..for 'tis Clifford.

0:57:260:57:28

From off the city gates fetch down the head,

0:57:300:57:32

Your father's head, which Clifford placed there;

0:57:330:57:37

Instead whereof let HIS supply the room:

0:57:370:57:41

Measure for measure

0:57:410:57:44

must be answered.

0:57:440:57:45

Lift up that fatal screech-owl to our house

0:57:450:57:48

That nothing sung but death to us and ours.

0:57:480:57:51

HE YELLS IN PAIN

0:57:510:57:52

I think his understanding is bereft.

0:57:530:57:55

Speak, Clifford...

0:57:550:57:58

..dost thou know who speaks to thee?

0:57:590:58:00

RICHARD GRUNTS MOCKINGLY

0:58:000:58:02

Dark, cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,

0:58:040:58:09

And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.

0:58:090:58:13

Clifford,

0:58:130:58:14

ask mercy and obtain no grace.

0:58:140:58:17

What, not an oath?

0:58:190:58:23

Nay, then the world goes hard When Clifford cannot spare

0:58:230:58:26

an oath for his friends,

0:58:260:58:28

I know by that he's dead.

0:58:280:58:30

Off with the traitor's head,

0:58:310:58:33

Then to the palace

0:58:330:58:34

with triumphant march,

0:58:340:58:36

There to be crowned England's royal King.

0:58:360:58:41

Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;

0:58:450:58:47

For in thy shoulder do I build my seat.

0:58:470:58:51

Richard,

0:58:530:58:54

I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,

0:58:540:58:57

George, of Clarence.

0:58:570:58:59

Warwick, as ourself,

0:58:590:59:00

Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.

0:59:000:59:03

Now to London,

0:59:040:59:05

To see these honours in possession.

0:59:050:59:08

CHUCKLING

0:59:080:59:09

Now...

1:01:081:01:11

..even of pure love,

1:01:131:01:16

I greet mine own land with my wishful sight.

1:01:161:01:20

No, Harry...

1:01:201:01:22

..Harry, 'tis no land of thine;

1:01:231:01:26

Thy place is filled,

1:01:261:01:28

thy sceptre wrung from thee,

1:01:281:01:30

Thy balm washed off wherewith thou wast anointed.

1:01:301:01:35

No bending knee will call thee Caesar now,

1:01:351:01:38

No, not a man comes for redress of thee.

1:01:381:01:41

For how can I help them...

1:01:441:01:46

..and not myself?

1:01:471:01:48

Let me embrace thee, sour adversaries

1:01:591:02:03

For wise men say it is the wisest course!

1:02:031:02:06

This is the former King; let's seize upon him.

1:02:251:02:28

Forbear awhile.

1:02:281:02:30

O God!

1:02:321:02:33

Methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain,

1:02:331:02:38

Thereby

1:02:391:02:41

to see the minutes how they run,

1:02:411:02:44

How many make the hour full complete,

1:02:451:02:48

How many hours bring about the day,

1:02:491:02:52

How many days will finish up the year.

1:02:531:02:57

How many years a mortal man may live.

1:02:591:03:04

When this is known, then to divide the times:

1:03:051:03:09

So many hours must I tend my flock,

1:03:101:03:12

So many days my ewes have been with young,

1:03:121:03:16

So many years ere I shall shear the fleece.

1:03:161:03:19

So, minutes,

1:03:211:03:23

hours,

1:03:231:03:25

days, months and years,

1:03:251:03:27

Passed over to the end they were created,

1:03:271:03:31

Would bring white hairs

1:03:311:03:34

unto a quiet grave.

1:03:341:03:37

Ah...

1:03:381:03:40

..what a life were this...

1:03:411:03:43

..how sweet, how lovely!

1:03:441:03:48

Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade

1:03:491:03:53

To shepherds looking on their silly sheep,

1:03:531:03:56

Than doth a rich embroidered canopy

1:03:561:03:59

To kings that...

1:03:591:04:02

that fear their subjects' treachery?

1:04:021:04:05

O, yes, it doth...

1:04:101:04:12

..a thousandfold it doth.

1:04:151:04:18

Say...

1:04:181:04:20

..what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?

1:04:211:04:24

More than I seem,

1:04:241:04:26

and less than I was born to:

1:04:261:04:29

For men may talk of kings, and why not I?

1:04:291:04:33

Ay...

1:04:331:04:35

..but thou talk'st as if thou WERT a king.

1:04:361:04:38

Why, so I am,

1:04:381:04:40

in mind, and that's enough.

1:04:401:04:43

If thou be a king,

1:04:441:04:47

where is thy crown?

1:04:471:04:48

My crown is in my heart...

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..not on my head: Nor to be seen.

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My crown is called content,

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A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

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Well, if thou be a king crowned with content

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You must be contented

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To go along with us.

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SHOUTING

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DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS

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BISHOP OF ELY: God save King Edward, fourth of that name!

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ALL: God save the King!

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BELL RINGS, LOCK RATTLES

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What is Your Lordship's business in France?

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To make the French King's sister Edward's queen.

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So shalt he sinew both these lands together

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And, having France our friend, we shall not dread

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The scattered foe that hopes to rise again.

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THEY CHUCKLE SOFTLY

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Thus Margaret used her state and birth

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To gain sanctuary for her and her son

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At the very heart of Louis' court.

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King Louis cannot greatly sting to hurt,

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Yet look to have him buzz to offend thine ears.

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He is a prince soon won with moving words.

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King Louis hath been tainted with remorse

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To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears,

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Queen Margaret is a subtle orator.

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The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn.

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Thou speaks't truth.

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Farewell, my Lord.

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Lord Hastings...farewell.

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BELL RINGS

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Good King of England, at Edgecote field

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This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,

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His lands then seized on by Lancastrians,

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Her suit is now to repossess those lands.

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Your Highness shall do well to grant her suit,

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It were dishonour to deny it her.

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Ugh! Well, widow, we will consider of your suit

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And come some other time to know our mind.

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Right gracious Lord, I cannot brook delay.

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May it please Your Highness to resolve me now

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And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.

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I see the lady hath a thing to grant

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Before the King will grant her humble suit.

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How many children hast thou, widow, tell me?

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One son, my gracious Lord.

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'Twere pity he should lose his father's lands.

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Be pitiful, dread Lord, and grant it then.

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Lords, give us leave.

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DOOR SHUTS

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Now, tell me, madam...

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..do you love your son?

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Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.

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And would you not do much to do him good?

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To do him good, I would sustain some harm.

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Then get your husband's lands to do him good.

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Therefore I came unto Your Majesty.

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What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?

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What you command that rests in me to do.

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But you will take exceptions to my boon.

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No, gracious Lord, except I cannot do it.

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Ay, but thou canst do what I do mean to ask.

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Well, then, I will do what Your Grace commands.

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What stops my Lord, shall I not hear my task?

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An easy task - 'tis but to love a king.

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That's soon performed, because I am a subject.

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No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.

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Well, then, you mean not as I thought you did.

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To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.

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To tell YOU plain, I had rather lie in prison.

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HE SCOFFS

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Why then, thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.

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Well, then, mine honesty shall be my dower,

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For by that loss I will not purchase them.

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Therein thou wrong'st thy child mightily.

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Herein Your Highness wrongs both him and me

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In thy suggestion I become thy whore.

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You do mistake my meaning, lady.

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Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?

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SHE SCOFFS

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His queen, my Lord?

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Sweet widow...

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..by my state, I swear to thee,

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I mean no more than what my soul intends...

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And that is to enjoy thee for my love.

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And that is more than I will yield unto.

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List to me, widow...

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I did mean my queen.

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FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYS

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QUIET CHATTER

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MAN LAUGHS

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Welcome, brave Warwick!

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What brings thee to France?

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From worthy Edward, King of Albion,

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I come in kindness and unfeigned love,

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First, to crave a league of amity

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And then to confirm that friendship with a nuptial knot,

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if thou vouchsafe to grant that virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,

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To England's King in lawful marriage.

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King Louis and Lady Bona, hear me speak

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Before you answer Warwick. His demand

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Springs not from Edward's well-meant, honest love,

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But from...deceit... COURTIERS GASP

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..bred by necessity,

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For how can tyrants safely govern home,

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Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?

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Injurious, Margaret... And why not "queen"?

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Because thy father Henry did usurp

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And she is no more queen than thou art a prince.

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Why, Warwick, canst thou speak 'gainst thy true King

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And not betray thy treason with a blush?

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For shame, Oxford, Leave Henry and call Edward King.

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No, Warwick, no,

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While life upholds this arm,

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This arm upholds the House of Lancaster.

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And I the House of York!

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COURTIERS LAUGH Now, Warwick,

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Tell me, even upon thy conscience, Is Edward your true King?

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HE SIGHS

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For I were loath

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To link with him that were not lawful chosen.

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Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.

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Our sister shall be Edward's.

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COURTIERS: Ah! COURTIERS APPLAUD

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Until today, Louis WAS Henry's friend.

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And still is friend to him and Margaret.

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And shall you have all kindness at my hand

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That your estate requires and mine can yield.

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TRUMPET FANFARE, DOOR OPENS

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Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.

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My Lord of Warwick, this letter is for you, sent from your brother.

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This, from our King unto Your Highness.

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And Margaret

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This for you, from whom I know not.

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Has your King married the Lady Grey?

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COURTIERS GASP

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Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?

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Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?

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King Louis, I here protest, in sight of heaven

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That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's.

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No more my King, for he dishonours me

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But most himself if he could see his shame.

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Did I impale him with the regal crown?

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Did I put Henry from his native right?

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And am rewarded at the last with shame?

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Shame on himself, for my desert is honour!

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I here renounce him... COURTIERS GASP

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..and return to Henry.

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My noble Queen, let former grudges pass,

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And henceforth I am thy true servitor.

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I will revenge this wrong to Lady Bona

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And replant Henry in his former state.

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Warwick...

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These words have turned my hate to love...

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COURTIERS GASP

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..and I forgive and quite forget old faults,

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And joy that thou becom'st King Henry's friend.

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So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,

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That if King Louis will vouchsafe to furnish us

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With some few bands of chosen soldiers,

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I'll undertake to land them on our coast

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And force the tyrant from his seat by war.

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Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged

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But by thy help to this distressed Queen?

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You shall have aid. COURTIERS GASP

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Let me give humble thanks for all at once.

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Then, England's messenger, return in post,

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And tell false Edward

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Thy supposed King,

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That Louis of France is sending over masquers

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To revel it with him and his new bride.

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Tell him

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I am ready to put armour on.

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Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,

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Therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.

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Warwick, answer me one doubt.

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What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?

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This assures my constant loyalty.

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That, if our Queen and this young Prince agree...

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I'll join mine youngest daughter, Lady Anne

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To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.

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Yes...

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I agree. COURTIERS MURMUR

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And thank you for your motion.

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Son Edward...

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Yes. I accept. COURTIERS GASP

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Now here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.

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I long till Edward fall by war's mischance

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For mocking marriage with a dame of France!

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BALL CLATTERS

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COURTIERS GASP

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MAN: Good shot, sire! Well played.

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KING EDWARD: Aah! COURTIERS: Ooh!

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APPLAUSE

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MAN: Again.

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COURTIERS GASP, APPLAUSE

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COURTIERS: Oh!

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APPLAUSE

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MAN: Well done.

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COURTIERS CHATTER

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Now, brother of Clarence,

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how like you our choice of wife?

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GEORGE SIGHS

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I am your King and I must have my will.

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And shall have your will, because our King.

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Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

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Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?

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Not I, no.

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God forbid that I should wish them severed,

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Whom God hath joined together!

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Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,

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Give me some reason why thou disapproves

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Of Elizabeth as my wife and England's Queen.

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Speak freely what you think.

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Then, to have joined with France in sound alliance

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By marrying the proud King Louis' sister

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Would more have strengthened this, our commonwealth,

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Than any home-bred marriage.

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Ay, what of that?

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It was my will and grant,

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And for this once, my will shall stand for law.

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And yet methinks Your Grace hath not done well

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To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales

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Unto the brother of your loving bride.

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She better would have suited me than Rivers.

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Alas poor Clarence

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Is it for a wife that thou art malcontent?

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Well, I will provide thee.

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And in choosing for yourself you've shown your judgment,

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Which being shallow, you shall give me leave

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To play the broker in mine own behalf.

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And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.

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Leave me, or tarry,

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Edward will be King and not be tied unto his brother's will.

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My Lord, their dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,

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Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.

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My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns.

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What danger or what sorrow can befall you

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So long as Edward is thy constant friend

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And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?

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And they shall obey, and love thee too

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Unless they seek for hatred at my hands.

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BELL RINGS

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My liege!

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What letters or what news from France Good Hastings?

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And what answer makes King Louis unto our letters?

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"Go tell false Edward, thy supposed King,

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"That Louis of France is sending over masquers

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"To revel it with him and his new bride."

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Is Louis so brave?

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But what said Henry's Queen?

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For I am sure that she was there in place.

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"Tell him," quoth she, "I am ready to put armour on."

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Belike she minds to play the Amazon.

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But what said Warwick to these injuries?

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He, more incensed against Your Majesty than all the rest,

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Sent to my liege these words,

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"Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,

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"And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long."

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Ha!

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Durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?

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Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarned.

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They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.

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But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?

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Ay.

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Gracious sovereign, they are so linked in friendship

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That the young prince will marry Warwick's daughter, Anne.

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Now, brother King, farewell, and sit you fast,

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For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter,

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That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage

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May I not prove inferior to yourself.

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My brother flies to Warwick?

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Yet, am I arm'd against the worst can happen,

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And haste is needful in this desp'rate case.

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They are already, or quickly will be, landed.

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I need to levy men and make for war.

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But ere I go, brother Richard...

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Tell me if YOU love Warwick more than me.

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If it be so, then go, depart to him.

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I rather wish for foes than hollow friends.

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Will you stand by us?

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Yay.

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And in despite of those that shall withstand you.

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BELLS RING OUT

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Trust me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well.

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Ah...

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The common people, by numbers, swarm to us.

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And see where Clarence waits.

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Speak suddenly, my Lord, are we all friends?

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Fear not that, my Lord.

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Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick.

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I hold it cowardice

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To rest mistrustful where a noble heart

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Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love,

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Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother,

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Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.

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But welcome, George.

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My younger daughter shall be thine.

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My Lord!

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BIRDS CRY

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Open the gate!

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Open the gate for Lord Warwick!

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DOOR CREAKS

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HENRY SHUDDERS

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HENRY QUIVERS

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HENRY WHIMPERS

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Father.

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HE SOBS

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SHUDDERING BREATHS

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Good Warwick.

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After God, thou set'st me free.

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He was the author, thou the instrument.

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Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite

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And that the people of this blessed land

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May not be punished by my thwarting stars,

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Warwick...

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..although my head still wear the crown,

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I here resign my government to thee,

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For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.

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And I choose only Clarence for Protector.

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Warwick and Clarence give me both your hands.

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Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,

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That no dissension hinder government.

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I make you both protectors of this land,

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While I myself will lead a private life here

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And spend my latter days in devotion,

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To sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise.

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We'll yoke together, like a double shadow

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To Henry's body, and supply his place.

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Then for the first of all your chief affairs

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Let me entreat, for I command no more,

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That Margaret, your Queen

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Be sent for, to return from France with speed.

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It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.

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And Exeter, what youth is that,

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Of whom you seem to have so tender care?

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My liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond.

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After yourself and your young son the Prince,

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He is the last descendent of old John of Gaunt.

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He is the House of Lancaster.

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Come hither, England's hope.

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If secret powers

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Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,

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This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.

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Make much of him, Lords.

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Come, sit by me.

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What counsel, Lords?

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Let's levy men, meet Edward in the field.

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Farewell, sweet Lords, let's meet at Tewkesbury.

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Of this young Richmond,

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Forthwith I'll take him hence to Brittany,

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Till storms be past of civil enmity.

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It shall be so.

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WHINNYING

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Halt!

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We have come to parley with Warwick.

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HAMMERS RING

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MURMURING

1:31:521:31:54

See where the surly Warwick sits.

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O, unbid spite, is sportful Edward come?

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Now, Warwick, wilt thou, as is thy duty,

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Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee

1:32:071:32:11

Call me thy King and at my hands beg mercy?

1:32:111:32:16

Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,

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Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?

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Call Warwick patron and be penitent

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And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.

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RICHARD SIGHS

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Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?

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I will do thee service for so good a gift.

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BLADES CLATTER

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'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.

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Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.

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Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down.

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Kneel down!

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Nay, when? Strike now, or else the iron cools.

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I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,

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And with the other fling it at thy face,

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Than bear so low a sail.

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HORSE NEIGHS

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And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,

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With whom an upright zeal to right prevails

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More than the nature of a brother's love!

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Come, Clarence, come.

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Thou wilt, if Warwick call.

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Brother?

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Father of Warwick, know you what this means?

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Look here, I throw my infamy at thee.

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I will not ruinate my father's house,

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Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,

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And set up Lancaster.

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I am so sorry for my trespass made

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That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,

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I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe.

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With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee

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To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.

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And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee

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And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.

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Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends.

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And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,

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For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.

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Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,

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Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.

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Welcome, good Clarence,

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this is brother-like.

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O passing traitor, perjured and unjust.

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What, Warwick, wilt thou leave thy tent and fight?

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Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

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Alas, I am not cooped here for defence.

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I will unto the field presently,

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And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.

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Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.

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Come, Lords, to the field,

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Saint George, and victory!

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BIRDSONG

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TWIG SNAPS

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FOOTSTEPS AND DRUMMING

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SHOUTING, HOOVES APPROACH

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HE MOUTHS

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HORNS BLARE

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SHOUTING

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Forward!

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Charge!

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SOLDIERS ROAR

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THEY YELL COMMANDS

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Argh!

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Charge!

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Charge!

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SCREAMING

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BLADES SLICE

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GROANS

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HORSE WHINNIES

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ANGUISHED SCREAMS

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SHE YELLS

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BLADE SLICES

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It grieves me to see thee once more a traitor, Clarence.

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Come!

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Why dost thou pause?

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With thy brave bearing should I be in love, Exeter

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But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

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Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,

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But that its shows ignobly and in treason.

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THEY GRUNT

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WARWICK YELLS

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HE PANTS

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EXETER GRUNTS

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HE PANTS

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BLADE SLICES Ugh!

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War hath given thee peace, now thou art still.

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EXETER GROANS

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Peace to his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!

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BLADES CLASH, SHOUTING

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BLADE SLICES, HE GRUNTS

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HE MOANS

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'Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge.

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'Lo, now my glory smeared in dust and blood.

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'Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?

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'And, live we how we can, yet die we must.'

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Warwick...

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Ah, Warwick...

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Warwick, wert thou as we are

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We might recover all our loss again.

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HOARSELY: Look to my daughter, Oxford, look to Anne

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And keep her safe.

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HE COUGHS

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I bid you farewell

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to meet in heaven...

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WHEEZING BREATH

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OXFORD SOBS

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FLIES BUZZ

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TWIG SNAPS

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FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

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SHOUTING, TRUMPET FANFARE

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Ha! Victory for York!

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THEY CHEER

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Take her!

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Hang the traitor.

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Go, send him hence, I will not hear him speak.

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Come on.

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God save King Henry! God save Queen Margaret!

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So part we sadly in this troublous world

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To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem!

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Lo where youthful Prince Ned comes.

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LAUGHTER

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Ned!

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Bring forth the gallant,

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Let us hear him speak.

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What? Can so young a thorn begin to prick?

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MEN LAUGH

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Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make

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For all the trouble thou hast turned me to?

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Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York.

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Suppose that I am now my father's mouth.

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Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, traitor.

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By heaven, wretch, we'll plague thee for that word!

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Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.

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Untutored lad, thou art impudent.

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I know my duty, you are all undutiful.

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Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George.

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And thou, misshapen Dick.

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MARGARET: Ned!

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I tell ye all I am your better, traitors as ye are,

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And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.

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THEY LAUGH

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Take that! NED SCREAMS

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MARGARET HOWLS

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NED PANTS

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Sprawl'st thou?

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Take this, to end thy agony.

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Kill me too!

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Marry, and shall.

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Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much.

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Why should she live, to fill the world with words?

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MARGARET WAILS

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Excuse me to the King my brother,

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I'll hence to London on a serious matter.

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Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.

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What?

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The Tower. The Tower.

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Away with her. I charge ye, bear her hence.

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Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here.

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Here!

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Away with her and waft her hence to France.

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Where's Richard gone?

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To London all in haste and as I guess

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To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

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He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.

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Victory for York and victory for Edward

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Now Duke of York, soon to be a king.

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Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,

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That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring

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To cross me from the golden time I look for.

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I do but dream on sovereignty...

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Like one that stands upon a promontory

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And spies a far-off shore

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So do I wish for the crown,

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being so far off.

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My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,

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Unless my hand and strength could equal them.

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Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard,

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What other pleasure can the world afford?

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I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,

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And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.

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O!

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O miserable thought,

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and more unlikely

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Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!

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Why, Love forswore me in my mother's womb,

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And did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,

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To shrink mine arm up like a withered shrub,

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To place an envious mountain on my back,

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Where sits deformity to mock my body,

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To shape my legs of an unequal size,

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To disproportion me in every part,

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Like to a CHAOS!

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And am I then a man to be beloved?

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O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!

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Then, since the earth affords no joy to me,

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I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,

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And, whiles I live, account this world but hell.

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DOOR CREAKS

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And yet I know not how to get the crown,

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For many lives stand between me and home,

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And I, like one lost in a thorny wood,

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Seeking a way and straying from the way,

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Torment myself to catch the English crown.

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And from that torment I will free myself,

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Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.

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Why, I can smile,

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and murder whiles I smile,

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And cry "content!" to that which grieves my heart,

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And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,

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And frame my face to all occasions.

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Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?

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Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.

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KEY TURNS IN LOCK

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DOOR CREAKS

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Good day, my Lord.

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What, at your book so hard?

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Sirrah, leave us to ourselves.

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We must confer.

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So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf.

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What scene of death hath we two now to act?

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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind,

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The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

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Ah, kill me with thy weapons, not with words!

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My breast can better brook thy dagger's point

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Than can my ears that tragic history.

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But wherefore dids't thou come?

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Is't for my life?

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Think'st thou I am an executioner?

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A persecutor I am sure, thou art,

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If murdering innocents be executing,

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Why then, thou art an executioner.

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Thy son I killed for his presumption.

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Hadst thou been killed when first thou didst presume

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Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.

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And thus I prophesy - that many a thousand,

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Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,

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Orphans for their parents' timeless deaths,

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Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.

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The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign,

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Dogs howled, and hideous tempest shook down trees.

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Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,

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And, yet brought forth less than a mother's hope,

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To wit, an indigested and deformed lump.

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Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,

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To signify thou camest to bite the world.

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And, if the rest be true which I have...

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I'll hear no more! Die, prophet in thy speech!

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HENRY GASPS

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For this amongst the rest, was I ordained.

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SWORD SLASHES

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Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.

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O God, forgive my sins,

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And pardon thee.

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RICHARD PANTS

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See how my sword weeps for the poor King's death!

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O may such purple tears be always shed

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From them that wish the downfall of our house.

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If any spark of life be yet remaining,

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Down, down to hell, and say I sent thee thither,

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I that have neither pity, love, nor fear.

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RICHARD GRUNTS

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Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of,

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For often have I heard my mother say

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I came into this world with my legs forward.

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Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,

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And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?

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Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so...

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Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.

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I have no brother,

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I am like no brother.

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And this word "love",

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which gray-beards call divine,

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Be resident in men like one another

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And not in me.

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I am myself alone.

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EDWARD: 'Once more we sit in England's royal throne,

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'Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.

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'Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat

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'And made our footstool of security.'

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Listen to me!

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I am the Queen!

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I am the QUEEN!

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'Prince Edward, for thee, thine uncles and myself

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'Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night,

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'That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace,

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'And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.'

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BABY CRIES

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Clarence and Gloucester,

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Kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.

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Thanks, noble Clarence.

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Worthy brother, thanks.

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And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,

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Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.

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To say the truth, Judas kissed his master

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And cried "All hail!" when as he meant all harm.

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Now am I seated as my soul delights,

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Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.

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Sound drums and trumpets! Hail the House of York!

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For here I hope begins our lasting joy.

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COURTIERS: Long live Prince Edward!

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Long live Prince Edward!

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WIND WHISTLES

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'I've had a most rare vision.'

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BJORK: # You ring that bell

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# Bim, bam

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# You shout and you yell

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# Ho, ho

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# You broke the spell

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