0:00:07 > 0:00:11The heavens themselves, the planets and this earth
0:00:11 > 0:00:15Observe degree, priority and place,
0:00:15 > 0:00:20Office and custom, in all line of order
0:00:20 > 0:00:25Take but degree away, untune that string,
0:00:25 > 0:00:31And, hark, what discord follows!
0:02:08 > 0:02:13King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
0:02:15 > 0:02:18England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
0:02:18 > 0:02:21England ne'er had a king until his time.
0:02:23 > 0:02:27His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
0:02:28 > 0:02:31More dazzled and drove back his enemies
0:02:31 > 0:02:36Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
0:02:38 > 0:02:42Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
0:02:42 > 0:02:46Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
0:02:46 > 0:02:49Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
0:02:49 > 0:02:52A far more glorious star thy soul will make
0:02:52 > 0:02:54Than Julius Caesar or bright...
0:02:57 > 0:02:59My honourable lords,
0:02:59 > 0:03:02Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
0:03:02 > 0:03:07Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
0:03:07 > 0:03:10Paris, Guysors, Poitiers, are all quite lost.
0:03:10 > 0:03:12What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
0:03:12 > 0:03:14Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
0:03:14 > 0:03:17Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
0:03:17 > 0:03:22Is Paris lost? Is Guysors yielded up?
0:03:22 > 0:03:24If Henry were recall'd to life again,
0:03:24 > 0:03:28These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
0:03:28 > 0:03:31How were they lost? What treachery was used?
0:03:31 > 0:03:34No treachery; but want of men and money.
0:03:35 > 0:03:38Of England's coat one half is cut away.
0:03:38 > 0:03:40Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
0:03:40 > 0:03:43These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
0:03:43 > 0:03:45Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.
0:03:45 > 0:03:47Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
0:03:47 > 0:03:51- To weep their intermissive miseries. - O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
0:03:51 > 0:03:53We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
0:03:53 > 0:03:55Exeter, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
0:03:55 > 0:03:58Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
0:03:58 > 0:04:00An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
0:04:00 > 0:04:02Wherewith already France is overrun.
0:04:02 > 0:04:05My gracious lord, to add to your laments,
0:04:05 > 0:04:08Wherewith you now be due King Henry's hearse.
0:04:09 > 0:04:12'I must inform you of a fight for Orleans...
0:04:13 > 0:04:16'Betwixt the stout lords Talbot and Salisbury...
0:04:18 > 0:04:20'..and the French.'
0:04:20 > 0:04:21ARROW WHIZZES
0:04:21 > 0:04:22PANICKED SHOUTING
0:04:22 > 0:04:23Salisbury!
0:04:23 > 0:04:25SHOUTING
0:04:29 > 0:04:33'The camp, by night was overrun.'
0:04:34 > 0:04:35Talbot slain?
0:04:35 > 0:04:38No, Talbot lives
0:04:38 > 0:04:40but forced to flee Orleans.
0:04:40 > 0:04:43- HE SIGHS - Farewell, my masters.
0:04:43 > 0:04:46Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
0:04:46 > 0:04:48To warm our great Saint George's feast.
0:04:48 > 0:04:51I'll either quell the Dauphin utterly,
0:04:51 > 0:04:54Or bring him in obedience to our yoke. Come.
0:04:54 > 0:04:57I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
0:04:57 > 0:05:00And there, I will proclaim young Henry king.
0:05:00 > 0:05:02DISTANT SHOUTING
0:05:48 > 0:05:51BABY GRIZZLES
0:05:51 > 0:05:53Your Majesty.
0:05:54 > 0:05:56HE GRIZZLES
0:06:04 > 0:06:06BANGING ON DOOR
0:06:06 > 0:06:09SHOUTING NEARBY
0:06:14 > 0:06:17SHOUTING
0:06:17 > 0:06:19PORTCULLIS RUMBLES
0:06:24 > 0:06:26DOOR HINGES GROAN
0:06:26 > 0:06:30My lord, your loving nephew.
0:06:30 > 0:06:32Richard Plantagenet, is he come?
0:06:32 > 0:06:36Aye, noble uncle.
0:06:36 > 0:06:38Your nephew, Richard, comes.
0:06:38 > 0:06:39Direct mine arms.
0:06:39 > 0:06:41I may embrace his neck.
0:06:41 > 0:06:44HE SOBS
0:06:51 > 0:06:52Poor gentleman!
0:06:52 > 0:06:54Your wrong doth equal mine.
0:06:54 > 0:06:58Deprived of honour and inheritance.
0:07:00 > 0:07:03But now the arbitrator of despairs.
0:07:03 > 0:07:04Just death.
0:07:06 > 0:07:09Kind umpire of men's miseries,
0:07:10 > 0:07:15With sweet enlargements doth dismiss me hence:
0:07:15 > 0:07:18I would his troubles were expired,
0:07:18 > 0:07:22That you might recover what is lost.
0:07:22 > 0:07:25Good uncle,
0:07:25 > 0:07:28for my father's sake, In honour of a true Plantagenet,
0:07:28 > 0:07:31For alliance sake, declare the cause.
0:07:34 > 0:07:39Henry the Fourth, grandfather to the young king,
0:07:40 > 0:07:43Deposed his true king Richard,
0:07:43 > 0:07:47I should have been the rightful next by birth.
0:07:47 > 0:07:50When my friends opposed this usurpment
0:07:52 > 0:07:55And worked to instate me the rightful heir
0:07:57 > 0:08:02I lost my liberty and they their lives.
0:08:02 > 0:08:04Are you the rightful king?
0:08:05 > 0:08:08And I thy heir?
0:08:08 > 0:08:11With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
0:08:11 > 0:08:14Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
0:08:14 > 0:08:16And like a mountain,
0:08:16 > 0:08:19not to be removed.
0:08:21 > 0:08:23And so,
0:08:23 > 0:08:24farewell.
0:08:24 > 0:08:27And fair be all thy hopes
0:08:27 > 0:08:30And prosperous be thy life
0:08:30 > 0:08:32in peace and...
0:08:33 > 0:08:34..war.
0:08:34 > 0:08:37HE GASPS
0:08:40 > 0:08:43HE CHOKES
0:08:46 > 0:08:48HE SIGHS
0:08:48 > 0:08:52Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer.
0:08:56 > 0:08:59And now, for all those wrongs,
0:08:59 > 0:09:02those bitter injuries,
0:09:02 > 0:09:06Which too long Fate hath offer'd to my house:
0:09:08 > 0:09:13I silently swear with honour to redress.
0:09:26 > 0:09:28My great uncle was Edmund Mortimer.
0:09:28 > 0:09:33Who married Philippa, sole daughter unto Lionel, Duke of Clarence.
0:09:33 > 0:09:37Therefore, so if the issue of the elder son succeed the younger...
0:09:38 > 0:09:40..I am king.
0:09:44 > 0:09:47The truth appears so naked on my side
0:09:47 > 0:09:50that any poor, blind eye could seek it out.
0:09:50 > 0:09:52CHURCH BELLS TOLL
0:09:55 > 0:09:58Since you are tongue-tied and so loathe to speak,
0:09:58 > 0:10:01Let him that is a true-born gentleman,
0:10:01 > 0:10:03Does he suppose that I have pleaded truth?
0:10:05 > 0:10:07From off this briar pluck...
0:10:09 > 0:10:12..a white rose with me.
0:10:12 > 0:10:14Let him that is no coward...
0:10:15 > 0:10:16..nor no flatterer,
0:10:16 > 0:10:20Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
0:10:21 > 0:10:24I love no colours, and without all colour
0:10:24 > 0:10:26Of base insinuating flattery
0:10:26 > 0:10:28I pluck this...
0:10:28 > 0:10:29white rose with my lord.
0:10:35 > 0:10:38I pluck this red rose with brave Somerset
0:10:38 > 0:10:41And say withal I think he held the right.
0:10:41 > 0:10:44Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
0:10:44 > 0:10:47Till you conclude that he upon whose side
0:10:47 > 0:10:50The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
0:10:50 > 0:10:54Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
0:10:54 > 0:10:56Good Lord of Warwick, it is well objected:
0:10:56 > 0:10:59If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
0:11:00 > 0:11:01And I.
0:11:03 > 0:11:05Then
0:11:05 > 0:11:06for the truth
0:11:06 > 0:11:09and plainness of the case.
0:11:15 > 0:11:17I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
0:11:17 > 0:11:21Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
0:11:21 > 0:11:23Well, well...
0:11:23 > 0:11:24Come on! Who else?
0:11:29 > 0:11:31Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
0:11:31 > 0:11:34Here in my scabbard, meditating that
0:11:34 > 0:11:36Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
0:11:36 > 0:11:38Meantime
0:11:38 > 0:11:41your cheeks do counterfeit our roses,
0:11:41 > 0:11:44- For pale they look with fear. - Not for fear
0:11:44 > 0:11:47but anger that thy tongue will not confess thy error.
0:11:47 > 0:11:50Proud fool, begone!
0:11:50 > 0:11:52I scorn both him and thee.
0:11:52 > 0:11:55Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
0:11:56 > 0:11:58I'll turn my dagger here into thy throat.
0:11:58 > 0:11:59Let us away, good Suffolk
0:11:59 > 0:12:02We grace this yeoman by conversing with him.
0:12:02 > 0:12:04CLATTERING
0:12:04 > 0:12:06Now, by God's will!
0:12:06 > 0:12:08Thou wrong'st him, Somerset.
0:12:08 > 0:12:11Was not thy father for treason executed?
0:12:11 > 0:12:14His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
0:12:14 > 0:12:16And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
0:12:16 > 0:12:18My father was no traitor!
0:12:19 > 0:12:22And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
0:12:22 > 0:12:24and scourge you for this apprehension:
0:12:24 > 0:12:26Look to it well,
0:12:26 > 0:12:28say you were well warn'd.
0:12:28 > 0:12:31Thou shalt find us ready for thee still,
0:12:31 > 0:12:34And know us by these colours for thy foes,
0:12:34 > 0:12:39For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
0:12:39 > 0:12:43And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
0:12:43 > 0:12:47A symbol, white, of my blood-drinking hate,
0:12:49 > 0:12:50Shall I for ever..
0:12:51 > 0:12:54..and my faction wear.
0:12:54 > 0:12:57Go forward and be choked with thy ambition.
0:13:27 > 0:13:29- PAPERS SHUFFLE - Oh!
0:13:30 > 0:13:33- Gloucester? - HUSHED MURMURS
0:13:37 > 0:13:39DOOR OPENS
0:13:40 > 0:13:43Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
0:13:43 > 0:13:49With written pamphlets studiously devised? Humphrey of Gloucester,
0:13:49 > 0:13:51If thou canst accuse,
0:13:51 > 0:13:53Do it without invention, suddenly,
0:13:53 > 0:13:56As I with sudden and extemporal speech
0:13:56 > 0:13:58Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
0:13:59 > 0:14:01Your Majesty.
0:14:02 > 0:14:04Presumptuous priest!
0:14:04 > 0:14:06This place commands my patience,
0:14:06 > 0:14:09Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
0:14:09 > 0:14:12- Thou art a most pernicious usurer, - COURTIERS GASP
0:14:12 > 0:14:15- Forward by nature, enemy to peace... - COURTIERS MURMUR
0:14:15 > 0:14:18Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
0:14:18 > 0:14:20A man of thy profession and degree.
0:14:20 > 0:14:23Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
0:14:23 > 0:14:26The King, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
0:14:26 > 0:14:29From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
0:14:29 > 0:14:31CLAMOUR
0:14:31 > 0:14:32Gloucester, I do defy thee.
0:14:32 > 0:14:34If I were
0:14:34 > 0:14:38covetous, ambitious or perverse,
0:14:38 > 0:14:40As he would have me, how am I so poor?
0:14:40 > 0:14:41HE SCOFFS
0:14:41 > 0:14:44It is not that that hath incensed the duke:
0:14:44 > 0:14:48It is because no-one should sway but he,
0:14:48 > 0:14:51No-one but he should be about the King,
0:14:51 > 0:14:54And that engenders thunder in his breast
0:14:54 > 0:14:56And makes him roar these accusations forth.
0:14:56 > 0:15:00- Am I not Protector, saucy priest? - Unreverent Gloucester!
0:15:00 > 0:15:03Thou art reverent Touching thy spiritual function,
0:15:03 > 0:15:04not thy life.
0:15:04 > 0:15:06- Rome shall remedy this! - Roam thither, then.
0:15:06 > 0:15:09LAUGHTER AND CLAMOUR
0:15:09 > 0:15:10THUD!
0:15:10 > 0:15:12SILENCE DESCENDS
0:15:12 > 0:15:14Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
0:15:14 > 0:15:18I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
0:15:18 > 0:15:22To join your hearts in love and amity.
0:15:23 > 0:15:27O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
0:15:27 > 0:15:32That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
0:15:33 > 0:15:35Believe me, lords,
0:15:35 > 0:15:38my tender years can tell
0:15:38 > 0:15:42Civil dissension is a viperous worm
0:15:42 > 0:15:45That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
0:15:46 > 0:15:49How this discord doth afflict my soul!
0:15:49 > 0:15:52Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
0:15:52 > 0:15:55My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
0:15:56 > 0:15:59Who should study to prefer a peace?
0:15:59 > 0:16:03If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
0:16:03 > 0:16:08Yield, my Lord Protector, yield, Winchester.
0:16:08 > 0:16:10He shall submit, or I will never yield.
0:16:10 > 0:16:13Compassion on the King commands me stoop.
0:16:16 > 0:16:18Behold, my Lord of Winchester,
0:16:18 > 0:16:22the Duke hath banish'd moody, discontented fury.
0:16:22 > 0:16:25Why look you still so stern and tragical?
0:16:25 > 0:16:28Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
0:16:33 > 0:16:36Fie, holy uncle!
0:16:37 > 0:16:39I have heard you preach
0:16:39 > 0:16:42That malice is a great and grievous sin.
0:16:43 > 0:16:46And will not you maintain the thing you teach?
0:16:50 > 0:16:53Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee.
0:16:53 > 0:16:56COURTIERS CHATTER
0:16:57 > 0:17:00O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,
0:17:00 > 0:17:04How joyful am I made by this contract!
0:17:06 > 0:17:10Accept this appeal, Gracious Sovereign,
0:17:10 > 0:17:12And hear the right of Richard Plantagenet.
0:17:12 > 0:17:15HUSH DESCENDS
0:17:15 > 0:17:16WHISPERING
0:17:20 > 0:17:23Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: for, sweet prince,
0:17:23 > 0:17:26You have great reason to do Richard right.
0:17:26 > 0:17:29My loving lords, our pleasure is
0:17:29 > 0:17:31That Richard be restored to his blood.
0:17:31 > 0:17:32MURMURS
0:17:34 > 0:17:37Thy humble servant vows obedience
0:17:37 > 0:17:41And humble service till the point of death.
0:17:41 > 0:17:44Stoop then and set thy knee against my foot.
0:17:46 > 0:17:49SWORD RINGS
0:17:49 > 0:17:52And, in return of that duty done,
0:17:54 > 0:17:58I gird thee with the valiant sword of York.
0:17:59 > 0:18:03Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
0:18:03 > 0:18:08And rise created princely Duke of York.
0:18:08 > 0:18:09And so thrive Richard...
0:18:11 > 0:18:14And so perish they
0:18:14 > 0:18:17That grudge one thought against Your Majesty.
0:18:20 > 0:18:22Welcome, high prince,
0:18:22 > 0:18:25mighty Duke of York!
0:18:25 > 0:18:28APPLAUSE
0:18:28 > 0:18:32Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York(!)
0:18:32 > 0:18:34Now will it best avail Your Majesty
0:18:34 > 0:18:37To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
0:18:37 > 0:18:40The presence of a king engenders love
0:18:40 > 0:18:42Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
0:18:42 > 0:18:43As it disanimates his enemies.
0:18:43 > 0:18:47When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes,
0:18:47 > 0:18:51For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
0:18:51 > 0:18:53Your ships already are in readiness!
0:19:41 > 0:19:45God save King Henry of England and of France.
0:19:45 > 0:19:47Of that name, the sixth.
0:19:47 > 0:19:49- ALL:- God save the King.
0:19:55 > 0:19:57My gracious sovereign,
0:19:57 > 0:19:59as we rode from Calais,
0:19:59 > 0:20:01in haste unto your coronation,
0:20:01 > 0:20:04A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
0:20:04 > 0:20:06Writ to Your Grace from the Dauphin of France.
0:20:11 > 0:20:13My Lord Protector...
0:20:14 > 0:20:16..view the letter.
0:20:17 > 0:20:19"To the King"...!
0:20:21 > 0:20:23Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
0:20:24 > 0:20:26"I have, upon especial cause,
0:20:26 > 0:20:29"Moved with compassion of my country's wrack,
0:20:29 > 0:20:33"Led by one Joan La Pucelle
0:20:33 > 0:20:37"taken back the town of Rouen lost.
0:20:37 > 0:20:39"Thrown out your lordships occupying there
0:20:39 > 0:20:42"and am hailed by my people..."
0:20:42 > 0:20:45- SCORNFULLY:- "..Charles, the rightful King of France."
0:20:45 > 0:20:47O monstrous treachery!
0:20:47 > 0:20:50Doth France...revolt?
0:20:50 > 0:20:53It doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
0:20:59 > 0:21:04Now then, Lord Talbot, you must return to Charles
0:21:04 > 0:21:07And give him chastisement for this abuse.
0:21:07 > 0:21:11How say you, my lord? Are you content?
0:21:11 > 0:21:13Content, my liege.
0:21:13 > 0:21:15I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
0:21:15 > 0:21:18Then gather strength from these assembled here. Somerset!
0:21:18 > 0:21:21- You have scores of horsemen, have you not?- I have, my lord.
0:21:21 > 0:21:23Will you help good Talbot curb the French?
0:21:23 > 0:21:25I swear I shall supply him what he needs.
0:21:25 > 0:21:27Now...
0:21:27 > 0:21:30with full power, march unto Charles, straight.
0:21:30 > 0:21:34Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
0:21:34 > 0:21:38- and what offence it is to flout a friend.- I go, my lord.
0:21:38 > 0:21:39In heart desiring still
0:21:39 > 0:21:42You may behold confusion
0:21:42 > 0:21:44of your foes.
0:21:48 > 0:21:51- Lord Somerset and York. - DOOR CLOSES
0:21:51 > 0:21:53I pray, come hither.
0:22:00 > 0:22:04I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
0:22:05 > 0:22:07That any one should therefore be suspicious
0:22:07 > 0:22:09I more incline to Somerset than York:
0:22:09 > 0:22:13Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both.
0:22:14 > 0:22:17As we hither came in peace,
0:22:17 > 0:22:21So let us still continue peace...
0:22:21 > 0:22:22and love.
0:22:28 > 0:22:30Cousin of York...
0:22:32 > 0:22:33..we institute Your Grace
0:22:33 > 0:22:36To be our regent in these parts of France.
0:22:37 > 0:22:40And, good my Lord of Somerset,
0:22:40 > 0:22:43Unite your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot,
0:22:43 > 0:22:47And, like true subjects,
0:22:47 > 0:22:51Both follow Talbot and our valiant uncle Exeter
0:22:51 > 0:22:54Back to Rouen and to this traitor, Charles.
0:22:54 > 0:22:57Go cheerfully together...
0:22:58 > 0:23:02..and digest Your angry choler on your enemies.
0:23:18 > 0:23:20Prettily, the King did play the orator.
0:23:22 > 0:23:25And so he did, but yet I like it not,
0:23:25 > 0:23:27he wears the badge of Somerset.
0:23:27 > 0:23:29Shush, but his fancy, blame him not.
0:23:29 > 0:23:32I dare presume, sweet prince,
0:23:32 > 0:23:34he thought no harm.
0:23:34 > 0:23:36But let it rest.
0:23:36 > 0:23:39Other affairs must now be managed.
0:23:43 > 0:23:46Well didst Richard of York suppress his voice.
0:23:50 > 0:23:53For, had the passions of his heart burst out,
0:23:55 > 0:23:57I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
0:23:57 > 0:23:59More rancorous spite,
0:23:59 > 0:24:02more furious raging broils,
0:24:02 > 0:24:04Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
0:24:07 > 0:24:11'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands,
0:24:11 > 0:24:13But more when envy...
0:24:15 > 0:24:17..breeds unkind division.
0:24:17 > 0:24:18There comes the rain.
0:24:21 > 0:24:22There begins confusion.
0:24:35 > 0:24:38THUNDER RUMBLES
0:24:38 > 0:24:40WIND WHISTLES
0:24:42 > 0:24:45FLAGS FLUTTER, CROWS CAW
0:24:47 > 0:24:49- WOMAN:- 'Joan...'
0:24:50 > 0:24:51Joan!
0:24:53 > 0:24:55WHISPERING VOICES, BELLS TOLL
0:24:55 > 0:24:57Joan...
0:24:57 > 0:25:00BELLS TOLL
0:25:03 > 0:25:04Joan!
0:25:08 > 0:25:10HORSE WHINNIES
0:25:13 > 0:25:15Look on thy country,
0:25:17 > 0:25:19Look on fertile France,
0:25:20 > 0:25:23And see the cities
0:25:23 > 0:25:25and the towns defaced
0:25:25 > 0:25:28By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!
0:25:29 > 0:25:31Wee little herd of England's timorous deer,
0:25:33 > 0:25:36Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!
0:25:36 > 0:25:38ALL LAUGH
0:25:38 > 0:25:40If we be English deer,
0:25:40 > 0:25:42be then in blood,
0:25:42 > 0:25:46Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,
0:25:46 > 0:25:49But rather, moody-mad, desperate stags!
0:25:49 > 0:25:52Good men! I am, by birth, a shepherd's daughter
0:25:52 > 0:25:55My wit untrained in any kind of art.
0:25:55 > 0:25:57Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel
0:25:57 > 0:26:00And make the cowards stand aloof at bay.
0:26:00 > 0:26:03Whilst I prayed unto the holy lamp,
0:26:03 > 0:26:05God's mother deigned to appear to me
0:26:05 > 0:26:08And in a vision full of majesty
0:26:08 > 0:26:11Will'd me to leave my base vocation
0:26:11 > 0:26:14And free my country from calamity!
0:26:14 > 0:26:18God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,
0:26:18 > 0:26:20Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!
0:26:20 > 0:26:23MEN ROAR
0:26:23 > 0:26:25ALL SHOUT
0:26:49 > 0:26:51ALL SHOUT, CRASHING
0:26:51 > 0:26:54SWORDS CLASH
0:26:57 > 0:26:58HORSE SCREAMS
0:27:02 > 0:27:05DISTANT MUSIC
0:27:05 > 0:27:07MEN CHATTER QUIETLY
0:27:23 > 0:27:25Lord Somerset?
0:27:25 > 0:27:26There.
0:27:26 > 0:27:28MEN MURMUR
0:27:33 > 0:27:35CHATTERING AND LAUGHTER
0:27:39 > 0:27:42CLASHING SWORDS, SHOUTING
0:27:46 > 0:27:48HE ROARS
0:27:51 > 0:27:53SHOUTING
0:27:55 > 0:27:57HORSE SCREAMS
0:27:57 > 0:27:59SWORDS CLASHING, SHOUTING
0:28:02 > 0:28:04DISTORTED YELLS
0:28:07 > 0:28:09HE PANTS
0:28:24 > 0:28:27How now, Sir William! Whither were you sent?
0:28:27 > 0:28:29Whither, Somerset?
0:28:29 > 0:28:32from bought and sold Lord Talbot,
0:28:32 > 0:28:35Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
0:28:35 > 0:28:37Cries out for noble Somerset's promised horse.
0:28:37 > 0:28:39Say, will you send your troops?
0:28:39 > 0:28:41It's too late. I cannot send them now.
0:28:43 > 0:28:48This expedition was, by York and Talbot, too rashly plotted.
0:28:48 > 0:28:49The over-daring Talbot
0:28:49 > 0:28:53Hath sullied all his gloss of former glory
0:28:53 > 0:28:58By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure.
0:28:58 > 0:28:59York set him on. York should provide him aid.
0:28:59 > 0:29:02And York as fast upon Your Grace exclaims,
0:29:02 > 0:29:05- Swearing that you withhold your promised aid.- York lies.
0:29:07 > 0:29:09He might have sent and had the horse.
0:29:09 > 0:29:11I owe him little duty, and less love.
0:29:14 > 0:29:17The fraud of England, not the force of France,
0:29:17 > 0:29:20Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
0:29:20 > 0:29:24He dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.
0:29:25 > 0:29:28'And on his son, young John,
0:29:28 > 0:29:31'Of whom, two hours since, news did arrive
0:29:31 > 0:29:34'That he is speeding to his warlike father.'
0:29:38 > 0:29:40Come, go.
0:29:40 > 0:29:42I will dispatch the horsemen straight.
0:29:42 > 0:29:45Within six hours, they will be at his aid.
0:29:45 > 0:29:48Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain.
0:29:48 > 0:29:50If he be dead...
0:29:52 > 0:29:54..brave Talbot, then adieu!
0:29:54 > 0:29:57His fame lives in the world,
0:29:57 > 0:29:59his shame in you.
0:30:08 > 0:30:10SHOUTING
0:30:10 > 0:30:14SWORDS CLASH, SHOUTING
0:30:19 > 0:30:21WET SLICING, SCREAMING
0:30:21 > 0:30:24WET SLICING Father!
0:30:24 > 0:30:25John!
0:30:31 > 0:30:32John, I did send for thee.
0:30:32 > 0:30:34That Talbot's name might be in thee revived
0:30:34 > 0:30:36Now thou art come unto a feast of death,
0:30:37 > 0:30:39A terrible and unavoided danger.
0:30:39 > 0:30:41Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse,
0:30:41 > 0:30:44And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
0:30:44 > 0:30:46By sudden flight. Come, dally not, be gone.
0:30:46 > 0:30:47SCUFFLING
0:30:47 > 0:30:50Is my name Talbot? And am I your son?
0:30:50 > 0:30:52And shall I fly?
0:30:53 > 0:30:56O, if you love my mother, Dishonour not her name,
0:30:56 > 0:30:59To make a bastard and a slave of me!
0:30:59 > 0:31:01You fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain!
0:31:01 > 0:31:04He that flies so will ne'er return again.
0:31:04 > 0:31:05If we both stay...
0:31:07 > 0:31:08..we both are sure to die.
0:31:08 > 0:31:11Then let me stay, and, Father, do you fly.
0:31:13 > 0:31:16Here on my knee I beg mortality,
0:31:16 > 0:31:19Rather than life preserved with infamy.
0:31:19 > 0:31:21Upon my blessing, I command thee, GO!
0:31:21 > 0:31:24To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.
0:31:24 > 0:31:27Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I,
0:31:27 > 0:31:32For live I will not, if my father die.
0:31:34 > 0:31:37SWORDS CLATTER
0:31:37 > 0:31:39Come, side by side...
0:31:40 > 0:31:42..together live and die.
0:31:42 > 0:31:45And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.
0:31:55 > 0:31:57SHOUTING
0:32:03 > 0:32:05Argh!
0:32:05 > 0:32:08DISTANT ROARING
0:32:08 > 0:32:10DISTORTED SOUND
0:32:10 > 0:32:11< YELLING
0:32:13 > 0:32:15SWORDS CLANG
0:32:23 > 0:32:24Where is young Talbot?
0:32:28 > 0:32:30Where is valiant John?
0:32:31 > 0:32:33Where is my other life?
0:32:38 > 0:32:40SHOUTING FADES
0:32:40 > 0:32:43HE PANTS
0:32:50 > 0:32:53No...
0:33:00 > 0:33:02No, John...
0:33:03 > 0:33:04Dizzy-eyed fury...
0:33:05 > 0:33:08..and great rage of heart
0:33:08 > 0:33:11Suddenly made thou from my side
0:33:12 > 0:33:15To start into the clustering battle of the French.
0:33:18 > 0:33:20And there...
0:33:22 > 0:33:23..in that sea of blood...
0:33:25 > 0:33:28..my boy did drench His over-mounting spirit.
0:33:32 > 0:33:34And there died my Icarus,
0:33:34 > 0:33:35my blossom...
0:33:38 > 0:33:39..in his pride.
0:33:41 > 0:33:43CHAIN MAIL JINGLES
0:33:43 > 0:33:45WET SLICING, SHE GRUNTS
0:33:51 > 0:33:54Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
0:33:54 > 0:33:56We should have found a bloody day of this.
0:33:56 > 0:34:00Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder
0:34:00 > 0:34:04Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.
0:34:04 > 0:34:06O, no, forbear! For that which we have fled
0:34:06 > 0:34:09During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
0:34:09 > 0:34:11< Where is the dauphin?
0:34:11 > 0:34:15The day is ours, base wretches.
0:34:15 > 0:34:19Thy forces are overwhelm'd by God and France.
0:34:19 > 0:34:21Who art thou, devil?
0:34:21 > 0:34:24Where's the great Alcides of the field,
0:34:24 > 0:34:27Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury?
0:34:30 > 0:34:33O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,
0:34:33 > 0:34:37That I in rage might shoot them in your faces!
0:34:37 > 0:34:40Go, take their bodies hence.
0:34:40 > 0:34:41We will bear them hence.
0:34:56 > 0:34:59ROPES CREAK
0:34:59 > 0:35:01BANNERS FLUTTER
0:35:08 > 0:35:11O, that we could call the dead to life!
0:35:11 > 0:35:15It would enough to fright the realm of France.
0:35:47 > 0:35:51The English army, that divided was into two parties,
0:35:53 > 0:35:54Must now conjoin...
0:35:56 > 0:35:58..in one.
0:36:23 > 0:36:26From Talbot's sacred ashes shall be rear'd
0:36:26 > 0:36:30A phoenix that will make all France afeared.
0:36:32 > 0:36:34ALL SHOUT, THUDDING
0:36:38 > 0:36:40THUDDING CONTINUES
0:36:48 > 0:36:49Again!
0:36:49 > 0:36:50SHOUTING
0:36:50 > 0:36:51WOOD SPLINTERS, CRASHING
0:36:51 > 0:36:54MEN ROAR
0:37:00 > 0:37:02< SHOUTING
0:37:09 > 0:37:12SWORD SCRAPES
0:37:12 > 0:37:14'Joan...Joan...'
0:37:14 > 0:37:15WHISPERING VOICES
0:37:17 > 0:37:18'Joan?'
0:37:18 > 0:37:20WHISPERING
0:37:23 > 0:37:25- 'Joan?' - BELLS TOLL
0:37:25 > 0:37:26FLAME GUTTERS
0:37:26 > 0:37:28BELLS TOLL
0:37:31 > 0:37:32Ave Maria, gratia plena...
0:37:32 > 0:37:35SCREAMING, MEN SHOUT
0:37:37 > 0:37:39Ave Maria, gratia plena...
0:37:39 > 0:37:41PANICKED SCREAMS
0:37:45 > 0:37:47HE WHIMPERS
0:37:47 > 0:37:49HE GRUNTS
0:37:53 > 0:37:55SWORDS CLANG, WET SQUELCHING
0:37:55 > 0:37:57SHOUTING
0:37:57 > 0:37:58HE GASPS
0:38:04 > 0:38:06MAN SCREAMS
0:38:08 > 0:38:11DOOR CLUNKS
0:38:16 > 0:38:18SHOUTING, SWORDS CLASH
0:38:33 > 0:38:35WET SQUELCHING
0:38:56 > 0:38:58BLADES RING
0:38:58 > 0:39:00HE PANTS
0:39:06 > 0:39:08Fairest woman...
0:39:09 > 0:39:10Do not fear...
0:39:11 > 0:39:12..nor fly.
0:39:12 > 0:39:15For I will touch thee but with reverent hands.
0:39:15 > 0:39:17I kiss these fingers
0:39:17 > 0:39:19for eternal peace,
0:39:23 > 0:39:26And lay them gently at thy tender side.
0:39:36 > 0:39:37Who art thou?
0:39:39 > 0:39:40Say, that I may honour thee.
0:39:41 > 0:39:43Margaret my name
0:39:44 > 0:39:46And daughter to a duke,
0:39:46 > 0:39:49The Duke of Anjou, whosoe'er thou art.
0:39:54 > 0:39:56An earl I am,
0:39:57 > 0:40:00And Somerset am call'd.
0:40:00 > 0:40:03Say, Somerset, if thy name be so...
0:40:03 > 0:40:06What ransom must I pay before I pass?
0:40:06 > 0:40:09For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
0:40:13 > 0:40:15Why speak'st thou not?
0:40:15 > 0:40:19- TERSELY:- What ransom must I pay?
0:40:19 > 0:40:21Gentle princess, would you not suppose
0:40:21 > 0:40:24Your bondage...happy
0:40:25 > 0:40:26To be made a queen?
0:40:26 > 0:40:31To be a queen in bondage is more vile
0:40:31 > 0:40:33Than is a slave in base servility,
0:40:33 > 0:40:36For princes should be free.
0:40:36 > 0:40:37And so shall you,
0:40:38 > 0:40:41If happy England's royal king be free.
0:40:41 > 0:40:43Why?
0:40:44 > 0:40:46What concerns his freedom unto me?
0:40:46 > 0:40:49I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,
0:40:50 > 0:40:53To put a precious crown upon thy head,
0:40:53 > 0:40:56- If thou wilt condescend to be my...- What?
0:40:58 > 0:40:59HIS love.
0:41:05 > 0:41:07I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
0:41:07 > 0:41:10No, gentle madam, I unworthy am
0:41:10 > 0:41:12To woo so fair a dame...
0:41:14 > 0:41:16..to be his wife.
0:41:19 > 0:41:22How say you, madam, are ye so content?
0:41:22 > 0:41:23Um...
0:41:25 > 0:41:27If my father please...
0:41:28 > 0:41:30..I am content.
0:41:33 > 0:41:34Then,
0:41:34 > 0:41:36madam...
0:41:37 > 0:41:39At your father's castle walls
0:41:39 > 0:41:40We'll crave a parley...
0:41:41 > 0:41:43..to confer with him.
0:41:45 > 0:41:47RICHARD: 'Where art thou, witch?'
0:41:47 > 0:41:49DISTANT SCREAMS OUTSIDE
0:41:51 > 0:41:53PRAYING NEARBY
0:41:54 > 0:41:56SHE PRAYS
0:41:56 > 0:41:58Damsel of France.
0:41:58 > 0:42:00I think I have you first.
0:42:00 > 0:42:04A plaguing mischief light on thee!
0:42:04 > 0:42:07And may ye be suddenly surprised
0:42:07 > 0:42:11By bloody hands, in sleeping on your bed!
0:42:11 > 0:42:16Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!
0:42:16 > 0:42:19I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile!
0:42:19 > 0:42:21SHE SCREAMS
0:42:21 > 0:42:25Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.
0:42:25 > 0:42:27SHE SHRIEKS
0:42:30 > 0:42:34SHOUTS OUTSIDE
0:42:44 > 0:42:47See, Anjou...
0:42:48 > 0:42:50See, thy daughter prisoner!
0:42:50 > 0:42:51What remedy?
0:42:51 > 0:42:54I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,
0:42:54 > 0:42:58Or to exclaim on Fortune's fickleness.
0:42:59 > 0:43:02There is remedy enough, my lord.
0:43:02 > 0:43:04Consent, and for thy honour give consent,
0:43:04 > 0:43:07Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king.
0:43:07 > 0:43:10Her I with pain have woo'd and won thereto,
0:43:10 > 0:43:12And this her easy-held imprisonment
0:43:12 > 0:43:15Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty.
0:43:16 > 0:43:18Speaks he as he thinks?
0:43:21 > 0:43:24Fair Margaret knows the Earl of Somerset
0:43:24 > 0:43:25Doth not flatter nor feign.
0:43:28 > 0:43:32Welcome, brave earl, into our territories.
0:43:32 > 0:43:35Command to Anjou what your honour pleases.
0:43:38 > 0:43:39Thanks, Anjou,
0:43:40 > 0:43:42Happy for so sweet a child,
0:43:42 > 0:43:45For to be made companion to a king.
0:43:45 > 0:43:48What answer makes Your Grace unto my suit?
0:43:48 > 0:43:51Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth
0:43:51 > 0:43:53To be the princely bride of such a lord,
0:43:55 > 0:43:57Upon condition I may quietly
0:43:57 > 0:44:01Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
0:44:03 > 0:44:05My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
0:44:12 > 0:44:13That is her ransom.
0:44:14 > 0:44:15I deliver her,
0:44:15 > 0:44:17And those two counties I will undertake
0:44:17 > 0:44:20Your Grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
0:44:21 > 0:44:24And I again, in Henry's royal name,
0:44:26 > 0:44:29Give thee her hand,
0:44:29 > 0:44:31for sign of plighted faith.
0:44:32 > 0:44:34Anjou of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
0:44:34 > 0:44:36For this is in traffic of a king.
0:44:36 > 0:44:38I'll over then to England with this news,
0:44:38 > 0:44:40And make this marriage to be solemnised.
0:44:42 > 0:44:43So farewell, Anjou.
0:44:44 > 0:44:46I'll set this diamond safe
0:44:46 > 0:44:47In golden palaces, as it becomes.
0:44:49 > 0:44:51I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
0:44:51 > 0:44:54The Christian Prince, King Henry,
0:44:54 > 0:44:55were he here.
0:45:22 > 0:45:23Farewell, my lord...
0:45:26 > 0:45:28..good wishes, praise and prayers
0:45:28 > 0:45:30Shall Somerset ever have of Margaret.
0:45:32 > 0:45:36Farewell, sweet madam...
0:45:36 > 0:45:37but hark you, Margaret,
0:45:37 > 0:45:40No princely commendations to my king?
0:45:40 > 0:45:42Such commendations as becomes a maid,
0:45:42 > 0:45:44A virgin and his servant, say to him.
0:45:44 > 0:45:46And this withal.
0:45:56 > 0:45:58That for thyself...
0:46:00 > 0:46:01..I will not so presume
0:46:01 > 0:46:05To send such peevish tokens to a king.
0:46:28 > 0:46:31Bring forth the sorceress.
0:46:31 > 0:46:33CLAMOURING
0:46:36 > 0:46:37No!
0:46:44 > 0:46:46Tie her to the stake!
0:46:46 > 0:46:48For she has lived too long,
0:46:48 > 0:46:51To fill the world with vicious qualities.
0:46:51 > 0:46:55CLAMOURING
0:46:55 > 0:46:58First, let me tell you who you have condemn'd...
0:47:01 > 0:47:04Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
0:47:04 > 0:47:07But issued from the progeny of kings,
0:47:07 > 0:47:09chosen from above,
0:47:09 > 0:47:11To work exceeding miracles on earth.
0:47:11 > 0:47:14I never had to do with wicked spirits!
0:47:15 > 0:47:20But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
0:47:20 > 0:47:24Stain'd by guiltless blood of innocents,
0:47:24 > 0:47:26You judge it straight a thing impossible
0:47:26 > 0:47:29To compass wonders but by help of devils.
0:47:29 > 0:47:32Joan of Arc hath been
0:47:32 > 0:47:35Chaste and immaculate in very thought,
0:47:35 > 0:47:38Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously abused,
0:47:38 > 0:47:42Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.
0:47:42 > 0:47:43CLAMOURING
0:47:43 > 0:47:46Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
0:47:46 > 0:47:49That so her torture may be shortened.
0:47:51 > 0:47:52Dispatch her straight.
0:47:52 > 0:47:55SCREAMING, CLAMOURING
0:47:58 > 0:48:01Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
0:48:01 > 0:48:04Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
0:48:05 > 0:48:08May never glorious sun reflex his beams
0:48:08 > 0:48:10Upon the country where you make abode,
0:48:10 > 0:48:14But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
0:48:14 > 0:48:18Environ you, till mischief and despair
0:48:18 > 0:48:23Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
0:48:23 > 0:48:28Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
0:48:28 > 0:48:31Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
0:48:48 > 0:48:51JOAN SCREAMS WILDLY
0:49:07 > 0:49:09SCREAMING STOPS
0:49:30 > 0:49:33Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,
0:49:33 > 0:49:36Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me:
0:49:36 > 0:49:40Her virtues graced with external gifts
0:49:40 > 0:49:44Do breed love's settled passions in my heart.
0:49:44 > 0:49:47And like as rigor of tempestuous gusts
0:49:47 > 0:49:50Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
0:49:50 > 0:49:53So am I driven by breath of her renown
0:49:53 > 0:49:55Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive
0:49:55 > 0:49:57Where I may have fruition of her love.
0:49:57 > 0:50:01Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale
0:50:01 > 0:50:04Is but a preface of her worthy praise.
0:50:04 > 0:50:07The chief perfections of that lovely dame
0:50:07 > 0:50:09Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
0:50:09 > 0:50:11Would make a volume of enticing lines,
0:50:11 > 0:50:13And, which is more, she is not so divine,
0:50:13 > 0:50:16But with as humble lowliness of mind
0:50:16 > 0:50:18She is content to be at your command,
0:50:18 > 0:50:22To love and honour Henry as her lord.
0:50:22 > 0:50:26And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume.
0:50:26 > 0:50:31Therefore, my Lord Protector, give consent
0:50:31 > 0:50:36That Margaret of Anjou be England's queen.
0:50:37 > 0:50:41So should I give consent to flatter sin.
0:50:45 > 0:50:49You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd
0:50:49 > 0:50:50Unto another lady of esteem:
0:50:50 > 0:50:52The daughter of the Earl of Armagnac.
0:50:54 > 0:50:57How shall we then dispense with that contract,
0:50:57 > 0:51:00And not deface your honour with reproach?
0:51:00 > 0:51:03As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths.
0:51:03 > 0:51:05A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,
0:51:05 > 0:51:07And therefore may be broke without offence.
0:51:07 > 0:51:09Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that?
0:51:09 > 0:51:12Her father is no better than an earl...
0:51:12 > 0:51:13Her father is of authority so great
0:51:13 > 0:51:16As his alliance will confirm our peace
0:51:16 > 0:51:17And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.
0:51:17 > 0:51:20And so the Earl of Armagnac may do.
0:51:20 > 0:51:24Beside, his wealth does warrant a liberal dower,
0:51:24 > 0:51:27Where Anjou sooner will receive than give.
0:51:27 > 0:51:31A dower, my lord! Disgrace not so your king,
0:51:31 > 0:51:35That he should be so abject, base and poor,
0:51:35 > 0:51:38To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.
0:51:38 > 0:51:40Henry is able to enrich his queen
0:51:40 > 0:51:42Not seek a queen to make him rich:
0:51:42 > 0:51:46So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
0:51:46 > 0:51:48As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse.
0:51:50 > 0:51:52Marriage is a matter of more worth.
0:51:54 > 0:51:57Who should we match with Henry, being a king,
0:51:57 > 0:51:58But Margaret?
0:51:58 > 0:52:01Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,
0:52:01 > 0:52:04Will answer our hope in issue of a king.
0:52:04 > 0:52:06For Henry, son unto a conqueror,
0:52:06 > 0:52:08Is likely to beget more conquerors,
0:52:08 > 0:52:10If with a lady of so high resolve
0:52:10 > 0:52:13As is fair Margaret he be link'd in love.
0:52:14 > 0:52:18Take shipping, post, my lord, to France.
0:52:18 > 0:52:20Agree to any covenants, and procure
0:52:20 > 0:52:22That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
0:52:22 > 0:52:24To cross the seas to England and be crown'd
0:52:24 > 0:52:27King Henry's faithful and anointed queen.
0:52:35 > 0:52:39And you, good uncle, banish all offence.
0:52:39 > 0:52:41If you do censure me by what you were,
0:52:41 > 0:52:44Not what you are, I know it will excuse
0:52:44 > 0:52:46This sudden execution of my will.
0:52:48 > 0:52:49Your Maj...
0:53:28 > 0:53:31As by your high imperial majesty
0:53:31 > 0:53:34I had in charge at my depart for France,
0:53:34 > 0:53:38To secure Princess Margaret for Your Grace,
0:53:38 > 0:53:40I have perform'd my task.
0:53:40 > 0:53:42And humbly now upon my knee,
0:53:42 > 0:53:44In sight of England and her lordly peers,
0:53:44 > 0:53:46Deliver up
0:53:46 > 0:53:49The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,
0:53:49 > 0:53:53The fairest queen that ever king received.
0:54:37 > 0:54:39Welcome, Queen Margaret.
0:54:42 > 0:54:44I can express no kinder sign of love
0:54:44 > 0:54:46Than this kind kiss.
0:55:01 > 0:55:04O Lord, that lends me life,
0:55:04 > 0:55:08Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
0:55:08 > 0:55:12For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
0:55:12 > 0:55:15A world of earthly blessings to my soul...
0:55:17 > 0:55:22If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
0:55:24 > 0:55:28Great King of England and my gracious lord,
0:55:30 > 0:55:33The mutual conference my mind hath made,
0:55:33 > 0:55:37By day, by night, waking and in my dreams,
0:55:37 > 0:55:41With you, my sovereign,
0:55:41 > 0:55:45Makes me the bolder to salute my king.
0:56:15 > 0:56:21Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
0:56:23 > 0:56:28- ALL:- Long live Queen Margaret, England's happiness!
0:56:30 > 0:56:32We thank you all.
0:56:32 > 0:56:34LAUGHTER
0:56:34 > 0:56:37My Lord Protector, so it please your grace,
0:56:37 > 0:56:41Here are details of the contracted peace
0:56:41 > 0:56:46Between our sovereign and the French king Charles.
0:56:49 > 0:56:52"It is agreed between the French king Charles,
0:56:52 > 0:56:55"and William Duke of Somerset,
0:56:55 > 0:56:58"ambassador for Henry King of England,
0:56:58 > 0:57:01"that the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret,
0:57:01 > 0:57:04"and crown her Queen of England.
0:57:04 > 0:57:09"That the duchy of Anjou, the cities of Rouen and of Paris
0:57:09 > 0:57:11"and the county of Maine
0:57:11 > 0:57:14"shall be released and delivered to the French king..."
0:57:14 > 0:57:15GASPING
0:57:18 > 0:57:20Uncle, how now!
0:57:22 > 0:57:24Pardon me, gracious lord,
0:57:24 > 0:57:27A sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart
0:57:27 > 0:57:33And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further.
0:57:33 > 0:57:35Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.
0:57:46 > 0:57:51"And she be sent over at the King of England's own cost
0:57:51 > 0:57:53"without having any dowry."
0:57:53 > 0:57:54CLAMOURING
0:57:57 > 0:57:59They please us well.
0:57:59 > 0:58:01Thanks, Uncle Winchester.
0:58:03 > 0:58:06Come, let us in.
0:58:26 > 0:58:29Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,
0:58:29 > 0:58:32To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief.
0:58:33 > 0:58:37What! Did my brother Henry spend his youth,
0:58:37 > 0:58:41His valour, coin and people, in the wars?
0:58:42 > 0:58:45Did he so often lodge in open field,
0:58:45 > 0:58:48In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
0:58:48 > 0:58:52To conquer France, his true inheritance?
0:58:52 > 0:58:57And did the noble Salisbury and Talbot give up their lives
0:58:57 > 0:58:59To keep what Henry got?
0:58:59 > 0:59:01Have you yourselves,
0:59:01 > 0:59:06Received deep scars in France and Normandy?
0:59:06 > 0:59:09And shall these labours and these honours die?
0:59:10 > 0:59:15O peers of England, shameful is this league!
0:59:15 > 0:59:18Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,
0:59:18 > 0:59:21Defacing monuments in conquer'd France,
0:59:21 > 0:59:24Undoing all, as if all had never been!
0:59:24 > 0:59:28Gloucester, what means this passionate discourse?
0:59:28 > 0:59:31For France, 'tis ours, and we will keep it still.
0:59:31 > 0:59:32Ay, we will keep it, if we can,
0:59:32 > 0:59:34But now it is impossible we should.
0:59:34 > 0:59:36Somerset hath given Anjou and Maine
0:59:36 > 0:59:39Unto the dauphin, who now we must call King.
0:59:39 > 0:59:43Anjou and Maine, I fought to win them both.
0:59:43 > 0:59:47And are the cities, that I got with wounds,
0:59:47 > 0:59:51Delivered up again with peaceful words?
0:59:51 > 0:59:54France should have torn and rent my very heart,
0:59:54 > 0:59:57Before I would have yielded to this league.
0:59:57 > 1:00:00I never read but England's kings have had
1:00:00 > 1:00:04Great sums of gold and dowries with their wives.
1:00:04 > 1:00:07And our King Henry gives away his own,
1:00:07 > 1:00:10To match with her that brings no vantages.
1:00:10 > 1:00:13She should have stayed in France and starved in France!
1:00:13 > 1:00:16My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot.
1:00:16 > 1:00:17My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind,
1:00:17 > 1:00:19'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
1:00:19 > 1:00:23But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.
1:00:23 > 1:00:26Lordings, farewell, and say, when I am gone,
1:00:26 > 1:00:29I prophesied France will be lost ere long.
1:00:36 > 1:00:38BELLS TOLL
1:00:46 > 1:00:50So, there goes our Protector in a rage.
1:00:51 > 1:00:55'Tis known to you he is mine enemy,
1:00:55 > 1:00:58Nay, more, an enemy unto us all,
1:00:58 > 1:01:01And no great friend, I fear me, to the King.
1:01:02 > 1:01:04Consider, sir, he is the next of blood,
1:01:04 > 1:01:06And heir apparent to the English crown.
1:01:08 > 1:01:11I fear me that for all this flattering gloss,
1:01:11 > 1:01:14He will be found a dangerous protector.
1:01:14 > 1:01:17Why should he, then, protect our sovereign,
1:01:17 > 1:01:19He being of age to govern of himself?
1:01:23 > 1:01:27My Lord of Winchester, join you with me,
1:01:27 > 1:01:29And together with the Duke of Somerset,
1:01:29 > 1:01:32We'll quickly hoist Duke Humphrey from his seat.
1:01:35 > 1:01:37The day will come when York shall claim his own,
1:01:37 > 1:01:39And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown.
1:01:39 > 1:01:42Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
1:01:42 > 1:01:44Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
1:01:44 > 1:01:47Whose church-like humours fits not for a king.
1:01:47 > 1:01:51Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve.
1:01:51 > 1:01:55Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,
1:01:55 > 1:01:57To pry into the secrets of the state,
1:01:57 > 1:02:01Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
1:02:01 > 1:02:06And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars.
1:02:06 > 1:02:10Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
1:02:10 > 1:02:14And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,
1:02:14 > 1:02:17Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.
1:02:37 > 1:02:39COCKEREL CROWS
1:02:52 > 1:02:56Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn?
1:02:58 > 1:03:00Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows?
1:03:04 > 1:03:08Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,
1:03:08 > 1:03:12Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
1:03:12 > 1:03:14What seest thou there?
1:03:17 > 1:03:18King Henry's crown?
1:03:20 > 1:03:23If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
1:03:23 > 1:03:26Until thy head be circled with the same.
1:03:28 > 1:03:30Put forth thy hand,
1:03:30 > 1:03:33reach at the glorious gold.
1:03:35 > 1:03:40What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine.
1:03:40 > 1:03:42And, having both together heaved it up,
1:03:42 > 1:03:45We'll both together lift our heads to heaven.
1:03:45 > 1:03:48O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
1:03:48 > 1:03:52Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.
1:03:52 > 1:03:54And may that hour, when I imagine ill
1:03:54 > 1:04:00Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
1:04:00 > 1:04:02Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
1:04:08 > 1:04:12My troublous dream this night has made me sad.
1:04:15 > 1:04:20What dream'd my lord? Tell me, and I'll requite it
1:04:20 > 1:04:23With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.
1:04:27 > 1:04:30Methought this staff...
1:04:31 > 1:04:33..mine office-badge in court,
1:04:33 > 1:04:39Was broke in twain - by whom I have forgot.
1:04:39 > 1:04:42But, as I think, it was by the cardinal,
1:04:42 > 1:04:45And on the pieces of the broken wand
1:04:45 > 1:04:48Were placed the heads of Somerset and Suffolk.
1:04:50 > 1:04:53This was my dream.
1:04:55 > 1:04:57What it doth bode, God knows.
1:04:59 > 1:05:02This was nothing but an argument
1:05:02 > 1:05:04That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove
1:05:04 > 1:05:07Shall lose his head for his presumption.
1:05:07 > 1:05:13But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
1:05:15 > 1:05:21Methought I sat in seat of majesty
1:05:21 > 1:05:25In the cathedral church of Westminster,
1:05:25 > 1:05:29And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd,
1:05:29 > 1:05:33Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel'd to me
1:05:33 > 1:05:35And on my head did set the diadem.
1:05:35 > 1:05:39Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
1:05:39 > 1:05:41Art thou not second woman in the realm,
1:05:41 > 1:05:45And the Protector's wife, beloved of him?
1:05:45 > 1:05:48And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
1:05:48 > 1:05:51To tumble down thy husband and thyself
1:05:51 > 1:05:53From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
1:05:53 > 1:05:55Away from me, and let me hear no more!
1:05:55 > 1:05:57What! What, are you so choleric
1:05:57 > 1:05:59With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
1:05:59 > 1:06:01Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
1:06:01 > 1:06:03And not be check'd.
1:06:03 > 1:06:06My Lord Protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure
1:06:06 > 1:06:11You do prepare to join the assembly that lately gathers at Westminster.
1:06:11 > 1:06:12I go.
1:06:19 > 1:06:22Nell, thou wilt come with us?
1:06:22 > 1:06:25Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
1:08:09 > 1:08:13What, shall King Henry be a pupil still
1:08:13 > 1:08:16Under the surly Gloucester's governance?
1:08:16 > 1:08:20Am I a queen in title and in style,
1:08:20 > 1:08:22And must be made a subject to a duke?
1:08:24 > 1:08:27I tell thee, sir, when we first met
1:08:27 > 1:08:30I thought King Henry had resembled thee
1:08:30 > 1:08:32In courage, courtship and proportion.
1:08:32 > 1:08:35But all his mind is bent to holiness,
1:08:35 > 1:08:39To number Ave-Maries on his beads.
1:08:39 > 1:08:41I would the college of the cardinals
1:08:41 > 1:08:44Would choose him Pope, and carry him to Rome:
1:08:44 > 1:08:48That were a state fit for his holiness.
1:08:52 > 1:08:55Madam, be patient: as I was cause
1:08:55 > 1:08:58Your highness came to England, so will I
1:08:58 > 1:09:02In England work your grace's full content.
1:09:02 > 1:09:08Beside the Lord Protector, have we Winchester,
1:09:08 > 1:09:13The imperious churchman, Suffolk, Exeter,
1:09:13 > 1:09:16And grumbling York: and not the least of these
1:09:16 > 1:09:19But can do more in England than the King.
1:09:19 > 1:09:22Not all these lords do vex me half so much
1:09:22 > 1:09:28As that proud dame, the Lord Protector's wife.
1:09:29 > 1:09:35She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies,
1:09:35 > 1:09:39More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife.
1:09:39 > 1:09:41Strangers in court do take her for the queen.
1:09:41 > 1:09:43She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
1:09:43 > 1:09:46And in her heart she scorns our poverty.
1:09:50 > 1:09:53Shall I not live to be avenged on her?
1:09:53 > 1:09:56She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,
1:09:56 > 1:09:59The very train of her worst wearing gown
1:09:59 > 1:10:03Was better worth than all my father's lands,
1:10:03 > 1:10:06Till Somerset gave two dukedoms for his daughter.
1:10:06 > 1:10:11Madam, myself have limed a bush for her,
1:10:11 > 1:10:14And placed a quire of such enticing birds,
1:10:14 > 1:10:16That she will light to listen to the lays,
1:10:16 > 1:10:18And never mount to trouble you again.
1:10:18 > 1:10:22So, let her rest...
1:10:22 > 1:10:26and, madam, list to me,
1:10:26 > 1:10:28For I am bold to counsel you in this.
1:10:28 > 1:10:31Although we fancy not the cardinal,
1:10:31 > 1:10:35Yet must we join with him and with the lords,
1:10:35 > 1:10:39Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.
1:10:41 > 1:10:44Then, one by one...
1:10:44 > 1:10:47we'll weed them all at last,
1:10:47 > 1:10:51And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
1:10:54 > 1:10:56If York have ill demean'd himself in France,
1:10:56 > 1:10:58Then let him be denied the regentship.
1:10:58 > 1:11:00If Suffolk be unworthy of the place,
1:11:00 > 1:11:03Let York be regent. I will yield to him.
1:11:03 > 1:11:06Whether your grace be worthy, yea or no,
1:11:06 > 1:11:09Dispute not that York is the worthier.
1:11:09 > 1:11:11MURMURS OF AGREEMENT
1:11:11 > 1:11:13Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
1:11:13 > 1:11:17The cardinal's not my better in the field.
1:11:17 > 1:11:19All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.
1:11:19 > 1:11:21Warwick may live to be the best of all.
1:11:21 > 1:11:24Show some reason, Somerset,
1:11:24 > 1:11:26Why Suffolk should be preferred in this.
1:11:26 > 1:11:29Because the King, forsooth, would have it so.
1:11:29 > 1:11:31GASPING
1:11:35 > 1:11:39Madam, the King is old enough himself
1:11:39 > 1:11:43To give his censure: these are no women's matters.
1:11:45 > 1:11:49If he be old enough, what needs your grace
1:11:49 > 1:11:52To be protector of his excellence?
1:11:52 > 1:11:54MURMURS FROM CROWD
1:11:54 > 1:11:57Madam, I am protector of the realm,
1:11:57 > 1:12:02And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.
1:12:02 > 1:12:07Resign it then and leave thine insolence.
1:12:07 > 1:12:12Since thou wert king - and who is king but thou? -
1:12:12 > 1:12:14The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck,
1:12:14 > 1:12:17The dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas,
1:12:17 > 1:12:19And all the peers and nobles of the realm
1:12:19 > 1:12:21Have been as bondsmen to thy sovereignty.
1:12:21 > 1:12:24The commons hast thou rack'd, the clergy's bags
1:12:24 > 1:12:26Are lank and lean with thy extortions.
1:12:26 > 1:12:30Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire
1:12:30 > 1:12:32Have cost a mass of public treasury.
1:12:32 > 1:12:35They sale of offices and towns in France,
1:12:35 > 1:12:37If they were known, as the suspect is great,
1:12:37 > 1:12:40Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.
1:12:40 > 1:12:41CLAMOURING
1:12:41 > 1:12:42Enough!
1:12:45 > 1:12:48The King knows what he knows.
1:12:55 > 1:12:56Oh!
1:13:04 > 1:13:05Give me my fan.
1:13:29 > 1:13:33What, minion! Can ye not?
1:13:35 > 1:13:37CROWD EXCLAIMS
1:13:39 > 1:13:41Proud Frenchwoman.
1:13:41 > 1:13:43Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
1:13:43 > 1:13:45I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
1:13:45 > 1:13:49Sweet aunt, be quiet, 'twas against her will.
1:13:49 > 1:13:50Against her will!
1:13:53 > 1:13:57Good King, look to it in time,
1:13:57 > 1:14:01She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged.
1:14:04 > 1:14:06MARGARET WAILS
1:14:24 > 1:14:26APPLAUSE
1:14:26 > 1:14:29What a point, my lord, your falcon made,
1:14:29 > 1:14:31And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
1:14:31 > 1:14:33No marvel, an it like Your Majesty,
1:14:33 > 1:14:36My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well.
1:14:36 > 1:14:38They know their master loves to be aloft,
1:14:38 > 1:14:41And bears his thoughts above a falcon's pitch.
1:14:41 > 1:14:44My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
1:14:44 > 1:14:47That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
1:14:47 > 1:14:49I thought as much, he would be above the clouds.
1:14:49 > 1:14:53Why, Somerset, England knows thine insolence.
1:14:53 > 1:14:56And thy ambition, Gloucester.
1:14:56 > 1:14:58I prithee, peace, good Queen,
1:14:58 > 1:15:01And whet not on these furious peers,
1:15:01 > 1:15:04For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
1:15:04 > 1:15:09The winds grow high, and so do your stomachs, lords.
1:15:09 > 1:15:11I pray, let me compound this strife.
1:15:14 > 1:15:16What tidings with our holy uncle?
1:15:16 > 1:15:18Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
1:15:20 > 1:15:24Lady Eleanor, the Protector's wife,
1:15:24 > 1:15:27Hath practised dangerously against your state,
1:15:27 > 1:15:31Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,
1:15:31 > 1:15:34Demanding of King Henry's life and death,
1:15:34 > 1:15:37And other of your highness' privy-council,
1:15:37 > 1:15:42As more at large your grace shall understand.
1:15:47 > 1:15:49SHE GASPS IN HORROR
1:15:49 > 1:15:52And so, my Lord Protector, by this means
1:15:52 > 1:15:54Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.
1:15:54 > 1:15:57This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge.
1:15:57 > 1:16:00Ambitious lord, leave to afflict my heart.
1:16:01 > 1:16:06Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers,
1:16:06 > 1:16:09And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee.
1:16:11 > 1:16:16O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
1:16:16 > 1:16:20Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
1:16:20 > 1:16:24Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest.
1:16:25 > 1:16:28And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
1:16:28 > 1:16:31Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,
1:16:31 > 1:16:35How I have loved my king and commonweal.
1:16:35 > 1:16:38And, for my wife, I know not how it stands.
1:16:38 > 1:16:40Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:
1:16:40 > 1:16:43Noble she is, but if she have forgot
1:16:43 > 1:16:45Honour and virtue and conversed with such
1:16:45 > 1:16:47I banish her my bed and company
1:16:47 > 1:16:49And give her as a prey to law and shame,
1:16:49 > 1:16:52That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name.
1:16:54 > 1:17:00Well, for this night we will repose us here.
1:17:00 > 1:17:02To-morrow toward London back again,
1:17:02 > 1:17:05To look into this business thoroughly.
1:17:27 > 1:17:29- Come on.- No!- Come on.
1:17:29 > 1:17:32LABOURED BREATHING
1:17:52 > 1:17:53COURT MURMURS AND GASPS
1:18:23 > 1:18:26Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham.
1:18:30 > 1:18:36In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
1:18:39 > 1:18:43Receive the sentence of the law for sin
1:18:43 > 1:18:47Such as by God's book are adjudged to death.
1:18:49 > 1:18:54You, madam, for you are so nobly born,
1:18:54 > 1:19:00Shall, after three days' open penance done,
1:19:00 > 1:19:03Live in your country here in banishment,
1:19:03 > 1:19:07With Sir John Gladsdale, in the Isle of Man.
1:19:07 > 1:19:10COURT WHISPERS
1:19:12 > 1:19:13Welcome is my banishment.
1:19:19 > 1:19:21Welcome is my death.
1:19:23 > 1:19:28Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee:
1:19:28 > 1:19:32I cannot justify whom the law condemns.
1:19:33 > 1:19:36Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
1:19:36 > 1:19:39SHE CRIES
1:19:39 > 1:19:42Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
1:19:42 > 1:19:47Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!
1:19:47 > 1:19:50ELEANOR'S CRIES ECHO
1:19:50 > 1:19:53I do beseech Your Majesty, give me leave to go.
1:19:53 > 1:19:58Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.
1:20:02 > 1:20:09Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,
1:20:09 > 1:20:13Give up thy staff. Henry will to himself
1:20:13 > 1:20:18Protector be, and God shall be my guide.
1:20:21 > 1:20:26But go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
1:20:26 > 1:20:29Than when thou wert Protector to thy King.
1:20:29 > 1:20:32I see no reason why a king of years
1:20:32 > 1:20:36Should be protected like a child.
1:20:38 > 1:20:42God and King Henry govern England's realm.
1:20:42 > 1:20:46Give up your staff, sir, and the King his realm.
1:20:46 > 1:20:49COURT MURMURS
1:20:49 > 1:20:51My staff?
1:20:52 > 1:20:58Here, noble Henry, is my staff.
1:20:59 > 1:21:02As willingly do I the same resign
1:21:02 > 1:21:06As e'er thy father Henry made it mine.
1:21:08 > 1:21:15And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it
1:21:17 > 1:21:21As others would ambitiously receive it.
1:21:25 > 1:21:30Farewell, good King: when I am dead and gone,
1:21:30 > 1:21:33May honourable peace attend thy throne!
1:21:58 > 1:22:05This staff of honour raught, there let it stand
1:22:05 > 1:22:11Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.
1:22:19 > 1:22:23CROWD SHOUTS ANGRILY
1:22:25 > 1:22:28Witch! Witch!
1:22:28 > 1:22:30Move!
1:22:41 > 1:22:42Eleanor!
1:22:42 > 1:22:46Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?
1:22:46 > 1:22:49Now thou dost penance too.
1:22:49 > 1:22:52Hear how they mock.
1:22:52 > 1:22:56Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful taunts,
1:22:56 > 1:22:59And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,
1:22:59 > 1:23:02And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!
1:23:02 > 1:23:05Be patient, gentle Nell, forget this grief.
1:23:05 > 1:23:09Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!
1:23:09 > 1:23:11For whilst I think I am thy married wife
1:23:11 > 1:23:13Methinks I should not thus be led along,
1:23:13 > 1:23:16Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back,
1:23:16 > 1:23:19The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,
1:23:19 > 1:23:21And when I start, the envious people laugh.
1:23:21 > 1:23:28Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?
1:23:28 > 1:23:30No, dark shall be my light and night my day.
1:23:30 > 1:23:34To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
1:23:34 > 1:23:37Please you, Sir John, protect my lady here?
1:23:37 > 1:23:39Entreat her not the worse in that I pray
1:23:39 > 1:23:40You use her well.
1:23:40 > 1:23:45Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife,
1:23:45 > 1:23:48And he a prince and ruler of the land:
1:23:48 > 1:23:50Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was
1:23:50 > 1:23:53As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,
1:23:53 > 1:23:57Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock.
1:23:57 > 1:24:02For Somerset, and York, and that false priest,
1:24:02 > 1:24:05Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,
1:24:05 > 1:24:10And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee.
1:24:10 > 1:24:14Gentle Nell, forbear! thou aimest all awry.
1:24:14 > 1:24:16I must offend before I be attainted,
1:24:16 > 1:24:19And had I twenty times so many foes,
1:24:19 > 1:24:22All these could not procure me any scathe,
1:24:22 > 1:24:26So long as I am loyal, true and crimeless.
1:24:26 > 1:24:30Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
1:24:30 > 1:24:33I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience.
1:24:33 > 1:24:36These few days' wonder will be quickly worn.
1:24:37 > 1:24:38Humphrey!
1:24:38 > 1:24:41ANGUISHED CRIES
1:24:55 > 1:24:58HE PANTS
1:25:00 > 1:25:06Your Grace is summoned to a meeting at the palace.
1:25:06 > 1:25:08A meeting, now?
1:25:08 > 1:25:11And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before!
1:25:13 > 1:25:14This is close dealing.
1:25:17 > 1:25:20Well, I will be there.
1:25:26 > 1:25:30My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick
1:25:30 > 1:25:32Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.
1:25:35 > 1:25:39And, my friend this I do assure myself:
1:25:39 > 1:25:42that Richard shall live to one day make the Earl of Warwick
1:25:42 > 1:25:45The greatest man in England but the King.
1:26:11 > 1:26:15I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not here:
1:26:15 > 1:26:18'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man.
1:26:18 > 1:26:23Can you not see? or will ye not observe
1:26:23 > 1:26:26The strangeness of his alter'd countenance?
1:26:26 > 1:26:30With what a majesty he bears himself,
1:26:30 > 1:26:34How insolent of late he is become,
1:26:34 > 1:26:37How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself?
1:26:37 > 1:26:41We know the time since he was mild and affable,
1:26:41 > 1:26:44And all the court admired him for submission.
1:26:44 > 1:26:48But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,
1:26:48 > 1:26:52When every one will give the time of day,
1:26:52 > 1:26:57He knits his brow and shows an angry eye,
1:26:57 > 1:27:01Disdaining duty that to us belongs.
1:27:01 > 1:27:05Humphrey is no little man in England.
1:27:05 > 1:27:10And should you fall, he as the next will mount.
1:27:10 > 1:27:11Me seemeth then it is no policy,
1:27:11 > 1:27:13Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears
1:27:13 > 1:27:15That he should come about your royal person
1:27:15 > 1:27:18Or be admitted to Your Highness' council.
1:27:18 > 1:27:20The reverent care I bear unto my lord
1:27:20 > 1:27:25Made me collect these dangers in the duke.
1:27:26 > 1:27:28My Lord Somerset and Winchester
1:27:28 > 1:27:33Reprove my allegation, if you can, Or else conclude my words effectual.
1:27:34 > 1:27:37Well hath Your Highness seen into this duke.
1:27:37 > 1:27:40And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
1:27:40 > 1:27:42I think I should have told Your Grace's tale.
1:27:42 > 1:27:45- Mm. - The duchess, by his subornation,
1:27:45 > 1:27:50Upon my life, began her devilish practises:
1:27:50 > 1:27:54Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep,
1:27:54 > 1:27:57The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
1:27:57 > 1:28:01No, my sovereign, Gloucester is a man
1:28:01 > 1:28:05Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit.
1:28:08 > 1:28:10Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent
1:28:10 > 1:28:12From meaning treason to our royal person
1:28:12 > 1:28:15As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove.
1:28:15 > 1:28:18The duke is virtuous, mild and too well given
1:28:18 > 1:28:20To dream on evil or to work my downfall.
1:28:21 > 1:28:29Seems he a dove? His feathers are but borrowed,
1:28:30 > 1:28:34For he's disposed as the hateful raven.
1:28:35 > 1:28:40Is he a lamb? His skin is surely lent him,
1:28:41 > 1:28:45For he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf.
1:28:46 > 1:28:49Take heed, my lord, the welfare of us all
1:28:49 > 1:28:53Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.
1:28:53 > 1:28:56COURT MURMURS
1:29:03 > 1:29:06All health unto my gracious sovereign!
1:29:06 > 1:29:10Welcome, Sir William. What news from France?
1:29:13 > 1:29:17That Charles the dauphin breaks his foresworn oath
1:29:17 > 1:29:20and raises his flag over every, all town.
1:29:20 > 1:29:23He is proclaimed king by every mouth
1:29:23 > 1:29:28and all your interest in those territories is utterly bereft you.
1:29:28 > 1:29:30All is lost.
1:29:30 > 1:29:32COURT EXCLAIMS
1:29:32 > 1:29:36Cold news, my lord, from France:
1:29:36 > 1:29:38But God's will be done!
1:29:40 > 1:29:42DOOR OPENS
1:29:47 > 1:29:50All happiness unto my lord the King!
1:29:50 > 1:29:53Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long.
1:29:53 > 1:29:57Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon.
1:29:59 > 1:30:02I do arrest thee of high treason here.
1:30:02 > 1:30:04GLOUCESTER SCOFFS
1:30:04 > 1:30:07Well, Somerset, thou shalt not see me blush
1:30:07 > 1:30:10Nor change my countenance for this arrest:
1:30:10 > 1:30:12The purest spring is not so free from mud
1:30:12 > 1:30:15As I am clear from treason to my sovereign.
1:30:17 > 1:30:21Who can accuse me? Wherein am I guilty?
1:30:21 > 1:30:26'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France,
1:30:26 > 1:30:29And, being Protector, stayed the soldiers' pay,
1:30:29 > 1:30:33By means whereof His Highness hath lost France.
1:30:33 > 1:30:37Is it but thought so? What are they that think it?
1:30:39 > 1:30:42I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,
1:30:42 > 1:30:45So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,
1:30:45 > 1:30:49Ay, night by night, in studying good for England.
1:30:49 > 1:30:52No, many a pound of mine own proper store,
1:30:52 > 1:30:54Because I would not tax the needy commons,
1:30:54 > 1:30:57Have I disbursed to the garrisons, And never ask'd for restitution.
1:30:57 > 1:31:00It serves you well, my lord, to say so much.
1:31:00 > 1:31:02I say no more than truth, so help me God!
1:31:02 > 1:31:04In your protectorship you did devise
1:31:04 > 1:31:07Strange tortures for offenders never heard of,
1:31:07 > 1:31:09That England was defamed by tyranny.
1:31:09 > 1:31:11Why, 'tis well known that, whiles I was Protector,
1:31:11 > 1:31:13Pity was all the fault that was in me,
1:31:13 > 1:31:15For I should melt at an offender's tears.
1:31:15 > 1:31:18My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:
1:31:18 > 1:31:20But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,
1:31:20 > 1:31:22Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.
1:31:22 > 1:31:24I do arrest you in His Highness' name...
1:31:24 > 1:31:25Your Majesty!
1:31:25 > 1:31:27..and here commit you to my lord cardinal
1:31:27 > 1:31:28To keep, until your further time of trial.
1:31:28 > 1:31:30Your Majesty!
1:31:30 > 1:31:33Oh, Uncle Gloucester, 'tis my special hope
1:31:33 > 1:31:36That you will clear yourself from all suspect.
1:31:36 > 1:31:39My conscience tells me he is innocent.
1:31:39 > 1:31:43Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:
1:31:43 > 1:31:46Virtue is choked with foul ambition.
1:31:46 > 1:31:49I know their complot is to have my life,
1:31:51 > 1:31:55And if my death might make this island happy,
1:31:55 > 1:31:58And prove the period of their tyranny,
1:31:58 > 1:32:01I would expend it with all willingness.
1:32:01 > 1:32:05But mine is made the prologue to their play,
1:32:05 > 1:32:08For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
1:32:08 > 1:32:11Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.
1:32:11 > 1:32:14Somerset's red eyes blab his heart's malice,
1:32:14 > 1:32:16Thou Winchester, that reaches at the moon,
1:32:16 > 1:32:19Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
1:32:19 > 1:32:23By false accuse does level at my life.
1:32:23 > 1:32:27And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,
1:32:27 > 1:32:31Causeless have laid disgraces on my head,
1:32:31 > 1:32:35And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up
1:32:35 > 1:32:39My beloved liege to be mine enemy.
1:32:41 > 1:32:46Ay, all you have laid your heads together
1:32:46 > 1:32:50And all to make away my blameless life.
1:32:50 > 1:32:53I shall not want false witness to condemn me,
1:32:53 > 1:32:56Nor stores of treasons to augment my guilt.
1:32:56 > 1:33:00The ancient proverb will be well effected:
1:33:00 > 1:33:02"A staff is quickly found to beat a dog."
1:33:02 > 1:33:04My liege, his railing is intolerable.
1:33:04 > 1:33:06He'll wrest the sense and hold us here all day.
1:33:06 > 1:33:08- Cardinal, he is your prisoner. - Take away the duke.
1:33:08 > 1:33:12Ah! Thus King Henry throws away his crutch
1:33:12 > 1:33:15Before his legs be firm to bear his body.
1:33:15 > 1:33:20Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side,
1:33:20 > 1:33:24And wolves are gnarling who will gnaw thee first.
1:33:24 > 1:33:27Ah, that my fear were false! Ah, that it were!
1:33:27 > 1:33:31For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear.
1:33:38 > 1:33:40Your Majesty needs o'erlook this bill.
1:33:42 > 1:33:46My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,
1:33:46 > 1:33:48Do or undo, as if ourself were here.
1:33:54 > 1:33:57What, will your highness leave?
1:33:58 > 1:34:01Ay, Margaret,
1:34:01 > 1:34:04my heart is drown'd with grief.
1:34:27 > 1:34:30Uncle Humphrey!
1:34:30 > 1:34:32In thy face I see
1:34:32 > 1:34:36The map of honour, truth and loyalty.
1:34:38 > 1:34:41Thou never didst them wrong,
1:34:41 > 1:34:43nor no man wrong,
1:34:43 > 1:34:48And as the butcher takes away the calf
1:34:48 > 1:34:51And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strains,
1:34:51 > 1:34:54Bearing it to the bloody slaughterhouse,
1:34:54 > 1:34:58Even so remorseless have they borne him hence.
1:35:00 > 1:35:05His fortunes I will weep, and,
1:35:05 > 1:35:07'twixt each groan
1:35:07 > 1:35:14Say "Who's a traitor? Gloucester he is none."
1:35:23 > 1:35:26Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
1:35:26 > 1:35:29Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show
1:35:29 > 1:35:31Beguiles him.
1:35:33 > 1:35:36This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world,
1:35:36 > 1:35:39To rid us of the fear we have of him.
1:35:41 > 1:35:47That he should die is worthy policy,
1:35:47 > 1:35:50But yet we want a colour for his death.
1:35:50 > 1:35:53'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law.
1:35:53 > 1:35:55But, in my mind, that were no policy.
1:35:55 > 1:35:57The King will labour still to save his life,
1:35:57 > 1:35:59The commons haply rise, to save his life,
1:35:59 > 1:36:03And yet we have a trivial argument,
1:36:03 > 1:36:06More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.
1:36:06 > 1:36:10So that, by this, you would not have him die.
1:36:10 > 1:36:13Would not a fool alone appoint a fox
1:36:13 > 1:36:16To guard a chicken from a hungry kite?
1:36:16 > 1:36:18So the chicken should be sure of death.
1:36:18 > 1:36:22Madam, 'tis true. That Gloucester die, and that he is a fox.
1:36:22 > 1:36:25By nature proved an enemy to the flock,
1:36:25 > 1:36:28Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood.
1:36:28 > 1:36:30HE SCREAMS
1:36:30 > 1:36:33And us not stand debating how to slay him:
1:36:33 > 1:36:35Be it by gins, by snares, by subtlety,
1:36:35 > 1:36:37Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,
1:36:37 > 1:36:39So he be dead.
1:36:39 > 1:36:40HE SCREAMS
1:36:43 > 1:36:46Thrice-noble Somerset, 'tis briefly spoke.
1:36:49 > 1:36:51Not bravely yet.
1:36:54 > 1:36:57Say but the word, my lords,
1:36:57 > 1:37:00I'll be his priest.
1:37:03 > 1:37:04Here is my hand.
1:37:07 > 1:37:08The deed is worthy doing.
1:37:08 > 1:37:10And so say I.
1:37:10 > 1:37:12And I.
1:37:12 > 1:37:16And now we three have spoke it,
1:37:16 > 1:37:18It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.
1:37:21 > 1:37:23Farewell, my lords.
1:39:03 > 1:39:06GLOUCESTER SCREAMING
1:39:08 > 1:39:09SHE GASPS
1:39:15 > 1:39:17SCREAMS INTENSIFY AND SUBSIDE
1:39:46 > 1:39:48KNOCKING
1:40:03 > 1:40:06Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?
1:40:06 > 1:40:08Ay, my good lord, 'tis done.
1:40:08 > 1:40:10Why, that's well said.
1:40:11 > 1:40:15Go, get your hands away, I will reward you for this venturous deed.
1:40:15 > 1:40:16Have you laid fair the body?
1:40:17 > 1:40:21Are all things well, according as I gave directions?
1:40:21 > 1:40:23'Tis, my good lord.
1:40:26 > 1:40:28Away! Be gone.
1:40:50 > 1:40:54Go, call our uncle to our presence straight,
1:40:54 > 1:40:56Say we intend to try his grace today.
1:40:56 > 1:40:59I'll call him presently, my noble lord.
1:41:08 > 1:41:13My lords, prepare the trial, and, I pray you
1:41:13 > 1:41:16Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester
1:41:16 > 1:41:20Than from true evidence of good esteem
1:41:20 > 1:41:23He be approved in practise culpable.
1:41:23 > 1:41:25God forbid any malice should prevail,
1:41:25 > 1:41:29That faultless may condemn a nobleman!
1:41:29 > 1:41:32Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!
1:41:32 > 1:41:36I thank thee, Meg, these words content me much.
1:41:39 > 1:41:41DOOR OPENS
1:41:45 > 1:41:47How now!
1:41:47 > 1:41:50Why look'st thou pale?
1:41:50 > 1:41:52Why tremblest thou?
1:41:52 > 1:41:54Where is our uncle?
1:41:54 > 1:41:57Dead, my lord, Gloucester is dead.
1:41:57 > 1:41:58CHATTERING
1:41:58 > 1:41:59Marry, God forfend!
1:41:59 > 1:42:01God's secret judgment.
1:42:06 > 1:42:07My lord!
1:42:10 > 1:42:13O Henry, ope thine eyes!
1:42:16 > 1:42:18How fares my gracious lord?
1:42:18 > 1:42:20Comfort, my sovereign!
1:42:20 > 1:42:22Gracious Henry, comfort!
1:42:23 > 1:42:28What, doth my Lord Somerset comfort me?
1:42:28 > 1:42:31Lay not thy hands on me, forbear, I say.
1:42:31 > 1:42:34Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!
1:42:37 > 1:42:40Good Warwick, come with me
1:42:40 > 1:42:43into his chamber to view his breathless corpse.
1:43:09 > 1:43:12O Thou that judgest all things,
1:43:12 > 1:43:15stay my thoughts.
1:43:16 > 1:43:18DOOR OPENS
1:43:18 > 1:43:21Come hither, gracious sovereign.
1:43:40 > 1:43:44HE CRIES
1:44:21 > 1:44:26As surely as my soul intends to live
1:44:26 > 1:44:30I do believe that violent hands were laid
1:44:30 > 1:44:33Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.
1:44:33 > 1:44:36Why, Warwick, who would do the duke to death?
1:44:37 > 1:44:39Myself had him in protection,
1:44:39 > 1:44:42Charged his safety with Somerset and Suffolk.
1:44:42 > 1:44:45And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.
1:44:45 > 1:44:47But all of you are vow'd Duke Humphrey's foes,
1:44:47 > 1:44:50And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.
1:44:50 > 1:44:53Are you the butcher, Somerset?
1:44:53 > 1:44:56Where's your knife?
1:44:56 > 1:44:58I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men,
1:44:58 > 1:45:02But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
1:45:02 > 1:45:05That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart
1:45:05 > 1:45:08That slanders me with murder's crimson badge.
1:45:08 > 1:45:09Warwick!
1:45:09 > 1:45:11Madam, with reverence may I say,
1:45:11 > 1:45:13For every word you speak in his behalf
1:45:13 > 1:45:16Is slander to your royal dignity.
1:45:16 > 1:45:20Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour!
1:45:20 > 1:45:23Thy mother took unto her blameful bed
1:45:23 > 1:45:27Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
1:45:27 > 1:45:31Was graft with crab-tree slip, whose fruit thou art.
1:45:31 > 1:45:33Exeter.
1:45:37 > 1:45:41Why, how now, lords!
1:45:41 > 1:45:44Your wrathful weapons drawn
1:45:44 > 1:45:49Here in our presence! Dare you be so bold?
1:45:49 > 1:45:52Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
1:45:52 > 1:45:56The traitorous York Set all upon us, mighty sovereign.
1:45:56 > 1:45:59If Somerset and Suffolk be not done to death,
1:45:59 > 1:46:01Or banished fair England's territories,
1:46:01 > 1:46:05The people will by violence tear them from you.
1:46:05 > 1:46:08I say, by them the good Duke Humphrey died,
1:46:08 > 1:46:12I say, in them I fear your highness' death.
1:46:13 > 1:46:17I thank the York for thy tender loving care,
1:46:17 > 1:46:21For, sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
1:46:21 > 1:46:24Mischance unto my state by these lords:
1:46:24 > 1:46:29And therefore, by His majesty I swear,
1:46:29 > 1:46:31They shall not breathe infection in this air
1:46:31 > 1:46:34But three days longer, on the pain of death.
1:46:34 > 1:46:37Henry, let me plead for gentle Somerset!
1:46:37 > 1:46:39Ungentle queen, that calls him gentle!
1:46:39 > 1:46:42No more, I say: If thou dost plead for them,
1:46:42 > 1:46:45Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
1:46:47 > 1:46:50If, after three days' space, thou twoest be found
1:46:50 > 1:46:53On any ground that I am ruler of,
1:46:53 > 1:46:56The world shall not be ransom for thy life.
1:46:56 > 1:46:58Wise king.
1:46:58 > 1:46:59Banished are you both.
1:47:03 > 1:47:07I will repeal thee, or, be well assured,
1:47:07 > 1:47:09Adventure to be banished myself.
1:47:18 > 1:47:20I thought thou lovest me,
1:47:20 > 1:47:23but I see thee a puppet of these lords.
1:47:23 > 1:47:27Putting down banishment on Somerset and Lord Suffolk's head.
1:47:29 > 1:47:32Thou break'st my heart, my lord.
1:47:32 > 1:47:34My love, I would not have you cry.
1:47:34 > 1:47:36Then reverse thy doom.
1:47:36 > 1:47:37SHE WEEPS
1:47:39 > 1:47:41I do, Meg.
1:47:43 > 1:47:44I do for thee.
1:47:47 > 1:47:53Suffolk and Somerset remain at liberty and live thee here in peace.
1:47:54 > 1:47:57Suffolk at liberty.
1:47:57 > 1:47:59Somerset a free man.
1:47:59 > 1:48:02And Gloucester's bloody trunk accusing there.
1:48:02 > 1:48:04False king!
1:48:04 > 1:48:07That head of thine doth not become a crown,
1:48:07 > 1:48:10That gold should round engirt these brows of mine.
1:48:10 > 1:48:14Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up.
1:48:15 > 1:48:17I am far better born than is the King.
1:48:17 > 1:48:21More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts.
1:48:21 > 1:48:23Give place.
1:48:23 > 1:48:25Enough, York.
1:48:25 > 1:48:27I cannot in silence stand to watch thee,
1:48:27 > 1:48:30thus abuse His Majesty.
1:48:30 > 1:48:32We are thy sovereign, Exeter.
1:48:32 > 1:48:34Kneel to us.
1:48:34 > 1:48:37This is my king, York, I do not mistake,
1:48:37 > 1:48:39But thou mistakes me much to think I do.
1:48:39 > 1:48:43Haul him at the Tower and chop away that factious pate of his.
1:48:43 > 1:48:45He is a traitor!
1:48:45 > 1:48:50Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
1:48:53 > 1:48:55I have consider'd with myself
1:48:55 > 1:48:57The title of this most renowned duke,
1:48:57 > 1:49:00And in my conscience do repute his grace
1:49:00 > 1:49:04The rightful heir to England's royal seat.
1:49:04 > 1:49:06Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
1:49:06 > 1:49:07I have.
1:49:07 > 1:49:10Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an act?
1:49:10 > 1:49:14It is great sin to swear unto a sin,
1:49:14 > 1:49:18But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
1:49:18 > 1:49:23Call forth our troops and bid them arm themselves.
1:49:23 > 1:49:26Away, my lord, and let us prepare.
1:49:27 > 1:49:31We go but we'll return to wear our crown.
1:49:40 > 1:49:43I will stir up in England some black storm
1:49:43 > 1:49:47Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell.
1:49:52 > 1:49:54Cecily!
1:49:54 > 1:49:56Cecily!
1:49:56 > 1:49:58Boys!
1:50:00 > 1:50:01Cecily, where are they?
1:50:01 > 1:50:03In there.
1:50:06 > 1:50:08Edward. George.
1:50:10 > 1:50:12Edmund.
1:50:15 > 1:50:17And...
1:50:17 > 1:50:20Richard!
1:50:20 > 1:50:21Richard!