Henry VI Part 1 The Hollow Crown


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The heavens themselves, the planets and this earth

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Observe degree, priority and place,

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Office and custom, in all line of order

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Take but degree away, untune that string,

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And, hark, what discord follows!

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King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!

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England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.

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England ne'er had a king until his time.

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His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,

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More dazzled and drove back his enemies

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Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.

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Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:

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Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,

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Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!

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A far more glorious star thy soul will make

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Than Julius Caesar or bright...

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My honourable lords,

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Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,

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Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:

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Paris, Guysors, Poitiers, are all quite lost.

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What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?

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Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns

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Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.

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Is Paris lost? Is Guysors yielded up?

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If Henry were recall'd to life again,

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These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.

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How were they lost? What treachery was used?

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No treachery; but want of men and money.

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Of England's coat one half is cut away.

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Were our tears wanting to this funeral,

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These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.

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Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.

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Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,

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-To weep their intermissive miseries.

-O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?

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We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.

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Exeter, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.

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Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?

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An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,

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Wherewith already France is overrun.

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My gracious lord, to add to your laments,

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Wherewith you now be due King Henry's hearse.

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'I must inform you of a fight for Orleans...

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'Betwixt the stout lords Talbot and Salisbury...

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'..and the French.'

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ARROW WHIZZES

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PANICKED SHOUTING

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Salisbury!

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SHOUTING

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'The camp, by night was overrun.'

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Talbot slain?

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No, Talbot lives

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but forced to flee Orleans.

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-HE SIGHS

-Farewell, my masters.

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Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,

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To warm our great Saint George's feast.

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I'll either quell the Dauphin utterly,

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Or bring him in obedience to our yoke. Come.

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I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,

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And there, I will proclaim young Henry king.

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DISTANT SHOUTING

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BABY GRIZZLES

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Your Majesty.

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HE GRIZZLES

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BANGING ON DOOR

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SHOUTING NEARBY

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SHOUTING

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PORTCULLIS RUMBLES

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DOOR HINGES GROAN

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My lord, your loving nephew.

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Richard Plantagenet, is he come?

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Aye, noble uncle.

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Your nephew, Richard, comes.

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Direct mine arms.

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I may embrace his neck.

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HE SOBS

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Poor gentleman!

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Your wrong doth equal mine.

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Deprived of honour and inheritance.

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But now the arbitrator of despairs.

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Just death.

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Kind umpire of men's miseries,

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With sweet enlargements doth dismiss me hence:

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I would his troubles were expired,

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That you might recover what is lost.

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Good uncle,

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for my father's sake, In honour of a true Plantagenet,

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For alliance sake, declare the cause.

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Henry the Fourth, grandfather to the young king,

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Deposed his true king Richard,

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I should have been the rightful next by birth.

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When my friends opposed this usurpment

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And worked to instate me the rightful heir

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I lost my liberty and they their lives.

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Are you the rightful king?

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And I thy heir?

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With silence, nephew, be thou politic:

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Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,

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And like a mountain,

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not to be removed.

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And so,

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farewell.

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And fair be all thy hopes

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And prosperous be thy life

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in peace and...

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..war.

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HE GASPS

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HE CHOKES

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HE SIGHS

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Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer.

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And now, for all those wrongs,

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those bitter injuries,

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Which too long Fate hath offer'd to my house:

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I silently swear with honour to redress.

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My great uncle was Edmund Mortimer.

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Who married Philippa, sole daughter unto Lionel, Duke of Clarence.

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Therefore, so if the issue of the elder son succeed the younger...

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..I am king.

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The truth appears so naked on my side

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that any poor, blind eye could seek it out.

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CHURCH BELLS TOLL

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Since you are tongue-tied and so loathe to speak,

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Let him that is a true-born gentleman,

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Does he suppose that I have pleaded truth?

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From off this briar pluck...

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..a white rose with me.

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Let him that is no coward...

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..nor no flatterer,

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Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.

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I love no colours, and without all colour

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Of base insinuating flattery

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I pluck this...

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white rose with my lord.

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I pluck this red rose with brave Somerset

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And say withal I think he held the right.

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Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,

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Till you conclude that he upon whose side

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The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree

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Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

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Good Lord of Warwick, it is well objected:

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If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

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And I.

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Then

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for the truth

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and plainness of the case.

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I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,

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Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

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Well, well...

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Come on! Who else?

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Now, Somerset, where is your argument?

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Here in my scabbard, meditating that

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Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.

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Meantime

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your cheeks do counterfeit our roses,

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-For pale they look with fear.

-Not for fear

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but anger that thy tongue will not confess thy error.

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Proud fool, begone!

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I scorn both him and thee.

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Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.

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I'll turn my dagger here into thy throat.

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Let us away, good Suffolk

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We grace this yeoman by conversing with him.

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CLATTERING

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Now, by God's will!

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Thou wrong'st him, Somerset.

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Was not thy father for treason executed?

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His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;

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And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.

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My father was no traitor!

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And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,

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and scourge you for this apprehension:

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Look to it well,

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say you were well warn'd.

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Thou shalt find us ready for thee still,

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And know us by these colours for thy foes,

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For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.

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And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,

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A symbol, white, of my blood-drinking hate,

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Shall I for ever..

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..and my faction wear.

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Go forward and be choked with thy ambition.

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-PAPERS SHUFFLE

-Oh!

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-Gloucester?

-HUSHED MURMURS

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DOOR OPENS

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Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,

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With written pamphlets studiously devised? Humphrey of Gloucester,

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If thou canst accuse,

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Do it without invention, suddenly,

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As I with sudden and extemporal speech

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Purpose to answer what thou canst object.

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Your Majesty.

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Presumptuous priest!

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This place commands my patience,

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Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.

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-Thou art a most pernicious usurer,

-COURTIERS GASP

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-Forward by nature, enemy to peace...

-COURTIERS MURMUR

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Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems

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A man of thy profession and degree.

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Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,

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The King, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt

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From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

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CLAMOUR

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Gloucester, I do defy thee.

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If I were

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covetous, ambitious or perverse,

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As he would have me, how am I so poor?

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HE SCOFFS

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It is not that that hath incensed the duke:

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It is because no-one should sway but he,

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No-one but he should be about the King,

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And that engenders thunder in his breast

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And makes him roar these accusations forth.

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-Am I not Protector, saucy priest?

-Unreverent Gloucester!

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Thou art reverent Touching thy spiritual function,

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not thy life.

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-Rome shall remedy this!

-Roam thither, then.

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LAUGHTER AND CLAMOUR

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THUD!

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SILENCE DESCENDS

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Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,

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I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,

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To join your hearts in love and amity.

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O, what a scandal is it to our crown,

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That two such noble peers as ye should jar!

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Believe me, lords,

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my tender years can tell

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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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How this discord doth afflict my soul!

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Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold

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My sighs and tears and will not once relent?

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Who should study to prefer a peace?

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If holy churchmen take delight in broils?

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Yield, my Lord Protector, yield, Winchester.

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He shall submit, or I will never yield.

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Compassion on the King commands me stoop.

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Behold, my Lord of Winchester,

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the Duke hath banish'd moody, discontented fury.

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Why look you still so stern and tragical?

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Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.

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Fie, holy uncle!

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I have heard you preach

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That malice is a great and grievous sin.

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And will not you maintain the thing you teach?

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Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee.

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COURTIERS CHATTER

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O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,

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How joyful am I made by this contract!

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Accept this appeal, Gracious Sovereign,

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And hear the right of Richard Plantagenet.

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HUSH DESCENDS

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WHISPERING

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Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: for, sweet prince,

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You have great reason to do Richard right.

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My loving lords, our pleasure is

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That Richard be restored to his blood.

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MURMURS

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Thy humble servant vows obedience

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And humble service till the point of death.

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Stoop then and set thy knee against my foot.

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SWORD RINGS

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And, in return of that duty done,

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I gird thee with the valiant sword of York.

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Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,

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And rise created princely Duke of York.

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And so thrive Richard...

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And so perish they

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That grudge one thought against Your Majesty.

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Welcome, high prince,

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mighty Duke of York!

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APPLAUSE

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Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York(!)

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Now will it best avail Your Majesty

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To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:

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The presence of a king engenders love

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Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,

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As it disanimates his enemies.

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When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes,

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For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

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Your ships already are in readiness!

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God save King Henry of England and of France.

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Of that name, the sixth.

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-ALL:

-God save the King.

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My gracious sovereign,

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as we rode from Calais,

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in haste unto your coronation,

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A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

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Writ to Your Grace from the Dauphin of France.

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My Lord Protector...

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..view the letter.

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"To the King"...!

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Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?

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"I have, upon especial cause,

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"Moved with compassion of my country's wrack,

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"Led by one Joan La Pucelle

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"taken back the town of Rouen lost.

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"Thrown out your lordships occupying there

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"and am hailed by my people..."

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-SCORNFULLY:

-"..Charles, the rightful King of France."

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O monstrous treachery!

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Doth France...revolt?

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It doth, my lord, and is become your foe.

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Now then, Lord Talbot, you must return to Charles

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And give him chastisement for this abuse.

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How say you, my lord? Are you content?

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Content, my liege.

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I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.

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Then gather strength from these assembled here. Somerset!

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-You have scores of horsemen, have you not?

-I have, my lord.

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Will you help good Talbot curb the French?

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I swear I shall supply him what he needs.

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Now...

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with full power, march unto Charles, straight.

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Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason

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-and what offence it is to flout a friend.

-I go, my lord.

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In heart desiring still

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You may behold confusion

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of your foes.

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-Lord Somerset and York.

-DOOR CLOSES

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I pray, come hither.

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I see no reason, if I wear this rose,

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That any one should therefore be suspicious

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I more incline to Somerset than York:

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Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both.

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As we hither came in peace,

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So let us still continue peace...

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and love.

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Cousin of York...

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..we institute Your Grace

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To be our regent in these parts of France.

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And, good my Lord of Somerset,

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Unite your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot,

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And, like true subjects,

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Both follow Talbot and our valiant uncle Exeter

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Back to Rouen and to this traitor, Charles.

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Go cheerfully together...

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..and digest Your angry choler on your enemies.

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Prettily, the King did play the orator.

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And so he did, but yet I like it not,

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he wears the badge of Somerset.

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Shush, but his fancy, blame him not.

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I dare presume, sweet prince,

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he thought no harm.

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But let it rest.

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Other affairs must now be managed.

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Well didst Richard of York suppress his voice.

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For, had the passions of his heart burst out,

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I fear we should have seen decipher'd there

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More rancorous spite,

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more furious raging broils,

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Than yet can be imagined or supposed.

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'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands,

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But more when envy...

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..breeds unkind division.

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There comes the rain.

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There begins confusion.

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THUNDER RUMBLES

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WIND WHISTLES

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FLAGS FLUTTER, CROWS CAW

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-WOMAN:

-'Joan...'

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Joan!

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WHISPERING VOICES, BELLS TOLL

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Joan...

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BELLS TOLL

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Joan!

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HORSE WHINNIES

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Look on thy country,

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Look on fertile France,

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And see the cities

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and the towns defaced

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By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!

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Wee little herd of England's timorous deer,

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Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!

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ALL LAUGH

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If we be English deer,

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be then in blood,

0:25:400:25:42

Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,

0:25:420:25:46

But rather, moody-mad, desperate stags!

0:25:460:25:49

Good men! I am, by birth, a shepherd's daughter

0:25:490:25:52

My wit untrained in any kind of art.

0:25:520:25:55

Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel

0:25:550:25:57

And make the cowards stand aloof at bay.

0:25:570:26:00

Whilst I prayed unto the holy lamp,

0:26:000:26:03

God's mother deigned to appear to me

0:26:030:26:05

And in a vision full of majesty

0:26:050:26:08

Will'd me to leave my base vocation

0:26:080:26:11

And free my country from calamity!

0:26:110:26:14

God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,

0:26:140:26:18

Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!

0:26:180:26:20

MEN ROAR

0:26:200:26:23

ALL SHOUT

0:26:230:26:25

ALL SHOUT, CRASHING

0:26:490:26:51

SWORDS CLASH

0:26:510:26:54

HORSE SCREAMS

0:26:570:26:58

DISTANT MUSIC

0:27:020:27:05

MEN CHATTER QUIETLY

0:27:050:27:07

Lord Somerset?

0:27:230:27:25

There.

0:27:250:27:26

MEN MURMUR

0:27:260:27:28

CHATTERING AND LAUGHTER

0:27:330:27:35

CLASHING SWORDS, SHOUTING

0:27:390:27:42

HE ROARS

0:27:460:27:48

SHOUTING

0:27:510:27:53

HORSE SCREAMS

0:27:550:27:57

SWORDS CLASHING, SHOUTING

0:27:570:27:59

DISTORTED YELLS

0:28:020:28:04

HE PANTS

0:28:070:28:09

How now, Sir William! Whither were you sent?

0:28:240:28:27

Whither, Somerset?

0:28:270:28:29

from bought and sold Lord Talbot,

0:28:290:28:32

Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,

0:28:320:28:35

Cries out for noble Somerset's promised horse.

0:28:350:28:37

Say, will you send your troops?

0:28:370:28:39

It's too late. I cannot send them now.

0:28:390:28:41

This expedition was, by York and Talbot, too rashly plotted.

0:28:430:28:48

The over-daring Talbot

0:28:480:28:49

Hath sullied all his gloss of former glory

0:28:490:28:53

By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure.

0:28:530:28:58

York set him on. York should provide him aid.

0:28:580:28:59

And York as fast upon Your Grace exclaims,

0:28:590:29:02

-Swearing that you withhold your promised aid.

-York lies.

0:29:020:29:05

He might have sent and had the horse.

0:29:070:29:09

I owe him little duty, and less love.

0:29:090:29:11

The fraud of England, not the force of France,

0:29:140:29:17

Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:

0:29:170:29:20

He dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.

0:29:200:29:24

'And on his son, young John,

0:29:250:29:28

'Of whom, two hours since, news did arrive

0:29:280:29:31

'That he is speeding to his warlike father.'

0:29:310:29:34

Come, go.

0:29:380:29:40

I will dispatch the horsemen straight.

0:29:400:29:42

Within six hours, they will be at his aid.

0:29:420:29:45

Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain.

0:29:450:29:48

If he be dead...

0:29:480:29:50

..brave Talbot, then adieu!

0:29:520:29:54

His fame lives in the world,

0:29:540:29:57

his shame in you.

0:29:570:29:59

SHOUTING

0:30:080:30:10

SWORDS CLASH, SHOUTING

0:30:100:30:14

WET SLICING, SCREAMING

0:30:190:30:21

WET SLICING Father!

0:30:210:30:24

John!

0:30:240:30:25

John, I did send for thee.

0:30:310:30:32

That Talbot's name might be in thee revived

0:30:320:30:34

Now thou art come unto a feast of death,

0:30:340:30:36

A terrible and unavoided danger.

0:30:370:30:39

Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse,

0:30:390:30:41

And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape

0:30:410:30:44

By sudden flight. Come, dally not, be gone.

0:30:440:30:46

SCUFFLING

0:30:460:30:47

Is my name Talbot? And am I your son?

0:30:470:30:50

And shall I fly?

0:30:500:30:52

O, if you love my mother, Dishonour not her name,

0:30:530:30:56

To make a bastard and a slave of me!

0:30:560:30:59

You fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain!

0:30:590:31:01

He that flies so will ne'er return again.

0:31:010:31:04

If we both stay...

0:31:040:31:05

..we both are sure to die.

0:31:070:31:08

Then let me stay, and, Father, do you fly.

0:31:080:31:11

Here on my knee I beg mortality,

0:31:130:31:16

Rather than life preserved with infamy.

0:31:160:31:19

Upon my blessing, I command thee, GO!

0:31:190:31:21

To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.

0:31:210:31:24

Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I,

0:31:240:31:27

For live I will not, if my father die.

0:31:270:31:32

SWORDS CLATTER

0:31:340:31:37

Come, side by side...

0:31:370:31:39

..together live and die.

0:31:400:31:42

And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.

0:31:420:31:45

SHOUTING

0:31:550:31:57

Argh!

0:32:030:32:05

DISTANT ROARING

0:32:050:32:08

DISTORTED SOUND

0:32:080:32:10

< YELLING

0:32:100:32:11

SWORDS CLANG

0:32:130:32:15

Where is young Talbot?

0:32:230:32:24

Where is valiant John?

0:32:280:32:30

Where is my other life?

0:32:310:32:33

SHOUTING FADES

0:32:380:32:40

HE PANTS

0:32:400:32:43

No...

0:32:500:32:53

No, John...

0:33:000:33:02

Dizzy-eyed fury...

0:33:030:33:04

..and great rage of heart

0:33:050:33:08

Suddenly made thou from my side

0:33:080:33:11

To start into the clustering battle of the French.

0:33:120:33:15

And there...

0:33:180:33:20

..in that sea of blood...

0:33:220:33:23

..my boy did drench His over-mounting spirit.

0:33:250:33:28

And there died my Icarus,

0:33:320:33:34

my blossom...

0:33:340:33:35

..in his pride.

0:33:380:33:39

CHAIN MAIL JINGLES

0:33:410:33:43

WET SLICING, SHE GRUNTS

0:33:430:33:45

Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,

0:33:510:33:54

We should have found a bloody day of this.

0:33:540:33:56

Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder

0:33:560:34:00

Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.

0:34:000:34:04

O, no, forbear! For that which we have fled

0:34:040:34:06

During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

0:34:060:34:09

< Where is the dauphin?

0:34:090:34:11

The day is ours, base wretches.

0:34:110:34:15

Thy forces are overwhelm'd by God and France.

0:34:150:34:19

Who art thou, devil?

0:34:190:34:21

Where's the great Alcides of the field,

0:34:210:34:24

Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury?

0:34:240:34:27

O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,

0:34:300:34:33

That I in rage might shoot them in your faces!

0:34:330:34:37

Go, take their bodies hence.

0:34:370:34:40

We will bear them hence.

0:34:400:34:41

ROPES CREAK

0:34:560:34:59

BANNERS FLUTTER

0:34:590:35:01

O, that we could call the dead to life!

0:35:080:35:11

It would enough to fright the realm of France.

0:35:110:35:15

The English army, that divided was into two parties,

0:35:470:35:51

Must now conjoin...

0:35:530:35:54

..in one.

0:35:560:35:58

From Talbot's sacred ashes shall be rear'd

0:36:230:36:26

A phoenix that will make all France afeared.

0:36:260:36:30

ALL SHOUT, THUDDING

0:36:320:36:34

THUDDING CONTINUES

0:36:380:36:40

Again!

0:36:480:36:49

SHOUTING

0:36:490:36:50

WOOD SPLINTERS, CRASHING

0:36:500:36:51

MEN ROAR

0:36:510:36:54

< SHOUTING

0:37:000:37:02

SWORD SCRAPES

0:37:090:37:12

'Joan...Joan...'

0:37:120:37:14

WHISPERING VOICES

0:37:140:37:15

'Joan?'

0:37:170:37:18

WHISPERING

0:37:180:37:20

-'Joan?'

-BELLS TOLL

0:37:230:37:25

FLAME GUTTERS

0:37:250:37:26

BELLS TOLL

0:37:260:37:28

Ave Maria, gratia plena...

0:37:310:37:32

SCREAMING, MEN SHOUT

0:37:320:37:35

Ave Maria, gratia plena...

0:37:370:37:39

PANICKED SCREAMS

0:37:390:37:41

HE WHIMPERS

0:37:450:37:47

HE GRUNTS

0:37:470:37:49

SWORDS CLANG, WET SQUELCHING

0:37:530:37:55

SHOUTING

0:37:550:37:57

HE GASPS

0:37:570:37:58

MAN SCREAMS

0:38:040:38:06

DOOR CLUNKS

0:38:080:38:11

SHOUTING, SWORDS CLASH

0:38:160:38:18

WET SQUELCHING

0:38:330:38:35

BLADES RING

0:38:560:38:58

HE PANTS

0:38:580:39:00

Fairest woman...

0:39:060:39:08

Do not fear...

0:39:090:39:10

..nor fly.

0:39:110:39:12

For I will touch thee but with reverent hands.

0:39:120:39:15

I kiss these fingers

0:39:150:39:17

for eternal peace,

0:39:170:39:19

And lay them gently at thy tender side.

0:39:230:39:26

Who art thou?

0:39:360:39:37

Say, that I may honour thee.

0:39:390:39:40

Margaret my name

0:39:410:39:43

And daughter to a duke,

0:39:440:39:46

The Duke of Anjou, whosoe'er thou art.

0:39:460:39:49

An earl I am,

0:39:540:39:56

And Somerset am call'd.

0:39:570:40:00

Say, Somerset, if thy name be so...

0:40:000:40:03

What ransom must I pay before I pass?

0:40:030:40:06

For I perceive I am thy prisoner.

0:40:060:40:09

Why speak'st thou not?

0:40:130:40:15

-TERSELY:

-What ransom must I pay?

0:40:150:40:19

Gentle princess, would you not suppose

0:40:190:40:21

Your bondage...happy

0:40:210:40:24

To be made a queen?

0:40:250:40:26

To be a queen in bondage is more vile

0:40:260:40:31

Than is a slave in base servility,

0:40:310:40:33

For princes should be free.

0:40:330:40:36

And so shall you,

0:40:360:40:37

If happy England's royal king be free.

0:40:380:40:41

Why?

0:40:410:40:43

What concerns his freedom unto me?

0:40:440:40:46

I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,

0:40:460:40:49

To put a precious crown upon thy head,

0:40:500:40:53

-If thou wilt condescend to be my...

-What?

0:40:530:40:56

HIS love.

0:40:580:40:59

I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.

0:41:050:41:07

No, gentle madam, I unworthy am

0:41:070:41:10

To woo so fair a dame...

0:41:100:41:12

..to be his wife.

0:41:140:41:16

How say you, madam, are ye so content?

0:41:190:41:22

Um...

0:41:220:41:23

If my father please...

0:41:250:41:27

..I am content.

0:41:280:41:30

Then,

0:41:330:41:34

madam...

0:41:340:41:36

At your father's castle walls

0:41:370:41:39

We'll crave a parley...

0:41:390:41:40

..to confer with him.

0:41:410:41:43

RICHARD: 'Where art thou, witch?'

0:41:450:41:47

DISTANT SCREAMS OUTSIDE

0:41:470:41:49

PRAYING NEARBY

0:41:510:41:53

SHE PRAYS

0:41:540:41:56

Damsel of France.

0:41:560:41:58

I think I have you first.

0:41:580:42:00

A plaguing mischief light on thee!

0:42:000:42:04

And may ye be suddenly surprised

0:42:040:42:07

By bloody hands, in sleeping on your bed!

0:42:070:42:11

Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!

0:42:110:42:16

I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile!

0:42:160:42:19

SHE SCREAMS

0:42:190:42:21

Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.

0:42:210:42:25

SHE SHRIEKS

0:42:250:42:27

SHOUTS OUTSIDE

0:42:300:42:34

See, Anjou...

0:42:440:42:47

See, thy daughter prisoner!

0:42:480:42:50

What remedy?

0:42:500:42:51

I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,

0:42:510:42:54

Or to exclaim on Fortune's fickleness.

0:42:540:42:58

There is remedy enough, my lord.

0:42:590:43:02

Consent, and for thy honour give consent,

0:43:020:43:04

Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king.

0:43:040:43:07

Her I with pain have woo'd and won thereto,

0:43:070:43:10

And this her easy-held imprisonment

0:43:100:43:12

Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty.

0:43:120:43:15

Speaks he as he thinks?

0:43:160:43:18

Fair Margaret knows the Earl of Somerset

0:43:210:43:24

Doth not flatter nor feign.

0:43:240:43:25

Welcome, brave earl, into our territories.

0:43:280:43:32

Command to Anjou what your honour pleases.

0:43:320:43:35

Thanks, Anjou,

0:43:380:43:39

Happy for so sweet a child,

0:43:400:43:42

For to be made companion to a king.

0:43:420:43:45

What answer makes Your Grace unto my suit?

0:43:450:43:48

Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth

0:43:480:43:51

To be the princely bride of such a lord,

0:43:510:43:53

Upon condition I may quietly

0:43:550:43:57

Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,

0:43:570:44:01

My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.

0:44:030:44:05

That is her ransom.

0:44:120:44:13

I deliver her,

0:44:140:44:15

And those two counties I will undertake

0:44:150:44:17

Your Grace shall well and quietly enjoy.

0:44:170:44:20

And I again, in Henry's royal name,

0:44:210:44:24

Give thee her hand,

0:44:260:44:29

for sign of plighted faith.

0:44:290:44:31

Anjou of France, I give thee kingly thanks,

0:44:320:44:34

For this is in traffic of a king.

0:44:340:44:36

I'll over then to England with this news,

0:44:360:44:38

And make this marriage to be solemnised.

0:44:380:44:40

So farewell, Anjou.

0:44:420:44:43

I'll set this diamond safe

0:44:440:44:46

In golden palaces, as it becomes.

0:44:460:44:47

I do embrace thee, as I would embrace

0:44:490:44:51

The Christian Prince, King Henry,

0:44:510:44:54

were he here.

0:44:540:44:55

Farewell, my lord...

0:45:220:45:23

..good wishes, praise and prayers

0:45:260:45:28

Shall Somerset ever have of Margaret.

0:45:280:45:30

Farewell, sweet madam...

0:45:320:45:36

but hark you, Margaret,

0:45:360:45:37

No princely commendations to my king?

0:45:370:45:40

Such commendations as becomes a maid,

0:45:400:45:42

A virgin and his servant, say to him.

0:45:420:45:44

And this withal.

0:45:440:45:46

That for thyself...

0:45:560:45:58

..I will not so presume

0:46:000:46:01

To send such peevish tokens to a king.

0:46:010:46:05

Bring forth the sorceress.

0:46:280:46:31

CLAMOURING

0:46:310:46:33

No!

0:46:360:46:37

Tie her to the stake!

0:46:440:46:46

For she has lived too long,

0:46:460:46:48

To fill the world with vicious qualities.

0:46:480:46:51

CLAMOURING

0:46:510:46:55

First, let me tell you who you have condemn'd...

0:46:550:46:58

Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,

0:47:010:47:04

But issued from the progeny of kings,

0:47:040:47:07

chosen from above,

0:47:070:47:09

To work exceeding miracles on earth.

0:47:090:47:11

I never had to do with wicked spirits!

0:47:110:47:14

But you, that are polluted with your lusts,

0:47:150:47:20

Stain'd by guiltless blood of innocents,

0:47:200:47:24

You judge it straight a thing impossible

0:47:240:47:26

To compass wonders but by help of devils.

0:47:260:47:29

Joan of Arc hath been

0:47:290:47:32

Chaste and immaculate in very thought,

0:47:320:47:35

Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously abused,

0:47:350:47:38

Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.

0:47:380:47:42

CLAMOURING

0:47:420:47:43

Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,

0:47:430:47:46

That so her torture may be shortened.

0:47:460:47:49

Dispatch her straight.

0:47:510:47:52

SCREAMING, CLAMOURING

0:47:520:47:55

Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?

0:47:580:48:01

Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.

0:48:010:48:04

May never glorious sun reflex his beams

0:48:050:48:08

Upon the country where you make abode,

0:48:080:48:10

But darkness and the gloomy shade of death

0:48:100:48:14

Environ you, till mischief and despair

0:48:140:48:18

Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!

0:48:180:48:23

Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,

0:48:230:48:28

Thou foul accursed minister of hell!

0:48:280:48:31

JOAN SCREAMS WILDLY

0:48:480:48:51

SCREAMING STOPS

0:49:070:49:09

Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,

0:49:300:49:33

Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me:

0:49:330:49:36

Her virtues graced with external gifts

0:49:360:49:40

Do breed love's settled passions in my heart.

0:49:400:49:44

And like as rigor of tempestuous gusts

0:49:440:49:47

Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,

0:49:470:49:50

So am I driven by breath of her renown

0:49:500:49:53

Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive

0:49:530:49:55

Where I may have fruition of her love.

0:49:550:49:57

Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale

0:49:570:50:01

Is but a preface of her worthy praise.

0:50:010:50:04

The chief perfections of that lovely dame

0:50:040:50:07

Had I sufficient skill to utter them,

0:50:070:50:09

Would make a volume of enticing lines,

0:50:090:50:11

And, which is more, she is not so divine,

0:50:110:50:13

But with as humble lowliness of mind

0:50:130:50:16

She is content to be at your command,

0:50:160:50:18

To love and honour Henry as her lord.

0:50:180:50:22

And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume.

0:50:220:50:26

Therefore, my Lord Protector, give consent

0:50:260:50:31

That Margaret of Anjou be England's queen.

0:50:310:50:36

So should I give consent to flatter sin.

0:50:370:50:41

You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd

0:50:450:50:49

Unto another lady of esteem:

0:50:490:50:50

The daughter of the Earl of Armagnac.

0:50:500:50:52

How shall we then dispense with that contract,

0:50:540:50:57

And not deface your honour with reproach?

0:50:570:51:00

As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths.

0:51:000:51:03

A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,

0:51:030:51:05

And therefore may be broke without offence.

0:51:050:51:07

Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that?

0:51:070:51:09

Her father is no better than an earl...

0:51:090:51:12

Her father is of authority so great

0:51:120:51:13

As his alliance will confirm our peace

0:51:130:51:16

And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.

0:51:160:51:17

And so the Earl of Armagnac may do.

0:51:170:51:20

Beside, his wealth does warrant a liberal dower,

0:51:200:51:24

Where Anjou sooner will receive than give.

0:51:240:51:27

A dower, my lord! Disgrace not so your king,

0:51:270:51:31

That he should be so abject, base and poor,

0:51:310:51:35

To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.

0:51:350:51:38

Henry is able to enrich his queen

0:51:380:51:40

Not seek a queen to make him rich:

0:51:400:51:42

So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,

0:51:420:51:46

As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse.

0:51:460:51:48

Marriage is a matter of more worth.

0:51:500:51:52

Who should we match with Henry, being a king,

0:51:540:51:57

But Margaret?

0:51:570:51:58

Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,

0:51:580:52:01

Will answer our hope in issue of a king.

0:52:010:52:04

For Henry, son unto a conqueror,

0:52:040:52:06

Is likely to beget more conquerors,

0:52:060:52:08

If with a lady of so high resolve

0:52:080:52:10

As is fair Margaret he be link'd in love.

0:52:100:52:13

Take shipping, post, my lord, to France.

0:52:140:52:18

Agree to any covenants, and procure

0:52:180:52:20

That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come

0:52:200:52:22

To cross the seas to England and be crown'd

0:52:220:52:24

King Henry's faithful and anointed queen.

0:52:240:52:27

And you, good uncle, banish all offence.

0:52:350:52:39

If you do censure me by what you were,

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Not what you are, I know it will excuse

0:52:410:52:44

This sudden execution of my will.

0:52:440:52:46

Your Maj...

0:52:480:52:49

As by your high imperial majesty

0:53:280:53:31

I had in charge at my depart for France,

0:53:310:53:34

To secure Princess Margaret for Your Grace,

0:53:340:53:38

I have perform'd my task.

0:53:380:53:40

And humbly now upon my knee,

0:53:400:53:42

In sight of England and her lordly peers,

0:53:420:53:44

Deliver up

0:53:440:53:46

The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,

0:53:460:53:49

The fairest queen that ever king received.

0:53:490:53:53

Welcome, Queen Margaret.

0:54:370:54:39

I can express no kinder sign of love

0:54:420:54:44

Than this kind kiss.

0:54:440:54:46

O Lord, that lends me life,

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Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!

0:55:040:55:08

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face

0:55:080:55:12

A world of earthly blessings to my soul...

0:55:120:55:15

If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

0:55:170:55:22

Great King of England and my gracious lord,

0:55:240:55:28

The mutual conference my mind hath made,

0:55:300:55:33

By day, by night, waking and in my dreams,

0:55:330:55:37

With you, my sovereign,

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Makes me the bolder to salute my king.

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Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.

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-ALL:

-Long live Queen Margaret, England's happiness!

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We thank you all.

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LAUGHTER

0:56:320:56:34

My Lord Protector, so it please your grace,

0:56:340:56:37

Here are details of the contracted peace

0:56:370:56:41

Between our sovereign and the French king Charles.

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"It is agreed between the French king Charles,

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"and William Duke of Somerset,

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"ambassador for Henry King of England,

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"that the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret,

0:56:580:57:01

"and crown her Queen of England.

0:57:010:57:04

"That the duchy of Anjou, the cities of Rouen and of Paris

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"and the county of Maine

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"shall be released and delivered to the French king..."

0:57:110:57:14

GASPING

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Uncle, how now!

0:57:180:57:20

Pardon me, gracious lord,

0:57:220:57:24

A sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart

0:57:240:57:27

And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further.

0:57:270:57:33

Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.

0:57:330:57:35

"And she be sent over at the King of England's own cost

0:57:460:57:51

"without having any dowry."

0:57:510:57:53

CLAMOURING

0:57:530:57:54

They please us well.

0:57:570:57:59

Thanks, Uncle Winchester.

0:57:590:58:01

Come, let us in.

0:58:030:58:06

Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,

0:58:260:58:29

To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief.

0:58:290:58:32

What! Did my brother Henry spend his youth,

0:58:330:58:37

His valour, coin and people, in the wars?

0:58:370:58:41

Did he so often lodge in open field,

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In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,

0:58:450:58:48

To conquer France, his true inheritance?

0:58:480:58:52

And did the noble Salisbury and Talbot give up their lives

0:58:520:58:57

To keep what Henry got?

0:58:570:58:59

Have you yourselves,

0:58:590:59:01

Received deep scars in France and Normandy?

0:59:010:59:06

And shall these labours and these honours die?

0:59:060:59:09

O peers of England, shameful is this league!

0:59:100:59:15

Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,

0:59:150:59:18

Defacing monuments in conquer'd France,

0:59:180:59:21

Undoing all, as if all had never been!

0:59:210:59:24

Gloucester, what means this passionate discourse?

0:59:240:59:28

For France, 'tis ours, and we will keep it still.

0:59:280:59:31

Ay, we will keep it, if we can,

0:59:310:59:32

But now it is impossible we should.

0:59:320:59:34

Somerset hath given Anjou and Maine

0:59:340:59:36

Unto the dauphin, who now we must call King.

0:59:360:59:39

Anjou and Maine, I fought to win them both.

0:59:390:59:43

And are the cities, that I got with wounds,

0:59:430:59:47

Delivered up again with peaceful words?

0:59:470:59:51

France should have torn and rent my very heart,

0:59:510:59:54

Before I would have yielded to this league.

0:59:540:59:57

I never read but England's kings have had

0:59:571:00:00

Great sums of gold and dowries with their wives.

1:00:001:00:04

And our King Henry gives away his own,

1:00:041:00:07

To match with her that brings no vantages.

1:00:071:00:10

She should have stayed in France and starved in France!

1:00:101:00:13

My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot.

1:00:131:00:16

My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind,

1:00:161:00:17

'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,

1:00:171:00:19

But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.

1:00:191:00:23

Lordings, farewell, and say, when I am gone,

1:00:231:00:26

I prophesied France will be lost ere long.

1:00:261:00:29

BELLS TOLL

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So, there goes our Protector in a rage.

1:00:461:00:50

'Tis known to you he is mine enemy,

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Nay, more, an enemy unto us all,

1:00:551:00:58

And no great friend, I fear me, to the King.

1:00:581:01:01

Consider, sir, he is the next of blood,

1:01:021:01:04

And heir apparent to the English crown.

1:01:041:01:06

I fear me that for all this flattering gloss,

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He will be found a dangerous protector.

1:01:111:01:14

Why should he, then, protect our sovereign,

1:01:141:01:17

He being of age to govern of himself?

1:01:171:01:19

My Lord of Winchester, join you with me,

1:01:231:01:27

And together with the Duke of Somerset,

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We'll quickly hoist Duke Humphrey from his seat.

1:01:291:01:32

The day will come when York shall claim his own,

1:01:351:01:37

And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown.

1:01:371:01:39

Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,

1:01:391:01:42

Nor wear the diadem upon his head,

1:01:421:01:44

Whose church-like humours fits not for a king.

1:01:441:01:47

Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve.

1:01:471:01:51

Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,

1:01:511:01:55

To pry into the secrets of the state,

1:01:551:01:57

Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,

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And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars.

1:02:011:02:06

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,

1:02:061:02:10

And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,

1:02:101:02:14

Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.

1:02:141:02:17

COCKEREL CROWS

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Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn?

1:02:521:02:56

Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows?

1:02:581:03:00

Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,

1:03:041:03:08

Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?

1:03:081:03:12

What seest thou there?

1:03:121:03:14

King Henry's crown?

1:03:171:03:18

If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,

1:03:201:03:23

Until thy head be circled with the same.

1:03:231:03:26

Put forth thy hand,

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reach at the glorious gold.

1:03:301:03:33

What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine.

1:03:351:03:40

And, having both together heaved it up,

1:03:401:03:42

We'll both together lift our heads to heaven.

1:03:421:03:45

O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,

1:03:451:03:48

Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.

1:03:481:03:52

And may that hour, when I imagine ill

1:03:521:03:54

Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,

1:03:541:04:00

Be my last breathing in this mortal world!

1:04:001:04:02

My troublous dream this night has made me sad.

1:04:081:04:12

What dream'd my lord? Tell me, and I'll requite it

1:04:151:04:20

With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.

1:04:201:04:23

Methought this staff...

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..mine office-badge in court,

1:04:311:04:33

Was broke in twain - by whom I have forgot.

1:04:331:04:39

But, as I think, it was by the cardinal,

1:04:391:04:42

And on the pieces of the broken wand

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Were placed the heads of Somerset and Suffolk.

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This was my dream.

1:04:501:04:53

What it doth bode, God knows.

1:04:551:04:57

This was nothing but an argument

1:04:591:05:02

That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove

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Shall lose his head for his presumption.

1:05:041:05:07

But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:

1:05:071:05:13

Methought I sat in seat of majesty

1:05:151:05:21

In the cathedral church of Westminster,

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And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd,

1:05:251:05:29

Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel'd to me

1:05:291:05:33

And on my head did set the diadem.

1:05:331:05:35

Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:

1:05:351:05:39

Art thou not second woman in the realm,

1:05:391:05:41

And the Protector's wife, beloved of him?

1:05:411:05:45

And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,

1:05:451:05:48

To tumble down thy husband and thyself

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From top of honour to disgrace's feet?

1:05:511:05:53

Away from me, and let me hear no more!

1:05:531:05:55

What! What, are you so choleric

1:05:551:05:57

With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?

1:05:571:05:59

Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself,

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And not be check'd.

1:06:011:06:03

My Lord Protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure

1:06:031:06:06

You do prepare to join the assembly that lately gathers at Westminster.

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I go.

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Nell, thou wilt come with us?

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Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.

1:06:221:06:25

What, shall King Henry be a pupil still

1:08:091:08:13

Under the surly Gloucester's governance?

1:08:131:08:16

Am I a queen in title and in style,

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And must be made a subject to a duke?

1:08:201:08:22

I tell thee, sir, when we first met

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I thought King Henry had resembled thee

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In courage, courtship and proportion.

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But all his mind is bent to holiness,

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To number Ave-Maries on his beads.

1:08:351:08:39

I would the college of the cardinals

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Would choose him Pope, and carry him to Rome:

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That were a state fit for his holiness.

1:08:441:08:48

Madam, be patient: as I was cause

1:08:521:08:55

Your highness came to England, so will I

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In England work your grace's full content.

1:08:581:09:02

Beside the Lord Protector, have we Winchester,

1:09:021:09:08

The imperious churchman, Suffolk, Exeter,

1:09:081:09:13

And grumbling York: and not the least of these

1:09:131:09:16

But can do more in England than the King.

1:09:161:09:19

Not all these lords do vex me half so much

1:09:191:09:22

As that proud dame, the Lord Protector's wife.

1:09:221:09:28

She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies,

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More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife.

1:09:351:09:39

Strangers in court do take her for the queen.

1:09:391:09:41

She bears a duke's revenues on her back,

1:09:411:09:43

And in her heart she scorns our poverty.

1:09:431:09:46

Shall I not live to be avenged on her?

1:09:501:09:53

She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,

1:09:531:09:56

The very train of her worst wearing gown

1:09:561:09:59

Was better worth than all my father's lands,

1:09:591:10:03

Till Somerset gave two dukedoms for his daughter.

1:10:031:10:06

Madam, myself have limed a bush for her,

1:10:061:10:11

And placed a quire of such enticing birds,

1:10:111:10:14

That she will light to listen to the lays,

1:10:141:10:16

And never mount to trouble you again.

1:10:161:10:18

So, let her rest...

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and, madam, list to me,

1:10:221:10:26

For I am bold to counsel you in this.

1:10:261:10:28

Although we fancy not the cardinal,

1:10:281:10:31

Yet must we join with him and with the lords,

1:10:311:10:35

Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.

1:10:351:10:39

Then, one by one...

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we'll weed them all at last,

1:10:441:10:47

And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.

1:10:471:10:51

If York have ill demean'd himself in France,

1:10:541:10:56

Then let him be denied the regentship.

1:10:561:10:58

If Suffolk be unworthy of the place,

1:10:581:11:00

Let York be regent. I will yield to him.

1:11:001:11:03

Whether your grace be worthy, yea or no,

1:11:031:11:06

Dispute not that York is the worthier.

1:11:061:11:09

MURMURS OF AGREEMENT

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Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.

1:11:111:11:13

The cardinal's not my better in the field.

1:11:131:11:17

All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.

1:11:171:11:19

Warwick may live to be the best of all.

1:11:191:11:21

Show some reason, Somerset,

1:11:211:11:24

Why Suffolk should be preferred in this.

1:11:241:11:26

Because the King, forsooth, would have it so.

1:11:261:11:29

GASPING

1:11:291:11:31

Madam, the King is old enough himself

1:11:351:11:39

To give his censure: these are no women's matters.

1:11:391:11:43

If he be old enough, what needs your grace

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To be protector of his excellence?

1:11:491:11:52

MURMURS FROM CROWD

1:11:521:11:54

Madam, I am protector of the realm,

1:11:541:11:57

And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.

1:11:571:12:02

Resign it then and leave thine insolence.

1:12:021:12:07

Since thou wert king - and who is king but thou? -

1:12:071:12:12

The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck,

1:12:121:12:14

The dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas,

1:12:141:12:17

And all the peers and nobles of the realm

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Have been as bondsmen to thy sovereignty.

1:12:191:12:21

The commons hast thou rack'd, the clergy's bags

1:12:211:12:24

Are lank and lean with thy extortions.

1:12:241:12:26

Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire

1:12:261:12:30

Have cost a mass of public treasury.

1:12:301:12:32

They sale of offices and towns in France,

1:12:321:12:35

If they were known, as the suspect is great,

1:12:351:12:37

Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.

1:12:371:12:40

CLAMOURING

1:12:401:12:41

Enough!

1:12:411:12:42

The King knows what he knows.

1:12:451:12:48

Oh!

1:12:551:12:56

Give me my fan.

1:13:041:13:05

What, minion! Can ye not?

1:13:291:13:33

CROWD EXCLAIMS

1:13:351:13:37

Proud Frenchwoman.

1:13:391:13:41

Could I come near your beauty with my nails,

1:13:411:13:43

I'd set my ten commandments in your face.

1:13:431:13:45

Sweet aunt, be quiet, 'twas against her will.

1:13:451:13:49

Against her will!

1:13:491:13:50

Good King, look to it in time,

1:13:531:13:57

She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged.

1:13:571:14:01

MARGARET WAILS

1:14:041:14:06

APPLAUSE

1:14:241:14:26

What a point, my lord, your falcon made,

1:14:261:14:29

And what a pitch she flew above the rest!

1:14:291:14:31

No marvel, an it like Your Majesty,

1:14:311:14:33

My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well.

1:14:331:14:36

They know their master loves to be aloft,

1:14:361:14:38

And bears his thoughts above a falcon's pitch.

1:14:381:14:41

My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind

1:14:411:14:44

That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

1:14:441:14:47

I thought as much, he would be above the clouds.

1:14:471:14:49

Why, Somerset, England knows thine insolence.

1:14:491:14:53

And thy ambition, Gloucester.

1:14:531:14:56

I prithee, peace, good Queen,

1:14:561:14:58

And whet not on these furious peers,

1:14:581:15:01

For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.

1:15:011:15:04

The winds grow high, and so do your stomachs, lords.

1:15:041:15:09

I pray, let me compound this strife.

1:15:091:15:11

What tidings with our holy uncle?

1:15:141:15:16

Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.

1:15:161:15:18

Lady Eleanor, the Protector's wife,

1:15:201:15:24

Hath practised dangerously against your state,

1:15:241:15:27

Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,

1:15:271:15:31

Demanding of King Henry's life and death,

1:15:311:15:34

And other of your highness' privy-council,

1:15:341:15:37

As more at large your grace shall understand.

1:15:371:15:42

SHE GASPS IN HORROR

1:15:471:15:49

And so, my Lord Protector, by this means

1:15:491:15:52

Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.

1:15:521:15:54

This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge.

1:15:541:15:57

Ambitious lord, leave to afflict my heart.

1:15:571:16:00

Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers,

1:16:011:16:06

And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee.

1:16:061:16:09

O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,

1:16:111:16:16

Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!

1:16:161:16:20

Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest.

1:16:201:16:24

And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.

1:16:251:16:28

Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,

1:16:281:16:31

How I have loved my king and commonweal.

1:16:311:16:35

And, for my wife, I know not how it stands.

1:16:351:16:38

Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:

1:16:381:16:40

Noble she is, but if she have forgot

1:16:401:16:43

Honour and virtue and conversed with such

1:16:431:16:45

I banish her my bed and company

1:16:451:16:47

And give her as a prey to law and shame,

1:16:471:16:49

That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name.

1:16:491:16:52

Well, for this night we will repose us here.

1:16:541:17:00

To-morrow toward London back again,

1:17:001:17:02

To look into this business thoroughly.

1:17:021:17:05

-Come on.

-No!

-Come on.

1:17:271:17:29

LABOURED BREATHING

1:17:291:17:32

COURT MURMURS AND GASPS

1:17:521:17:53

Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham.

1:18:231:18:26

In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:

1:18:301:18:36

Receive the sentence of the law for sin

1:18:391:18:43

Such as by God's book are adjudged to death.

1:18:431:18:47

You, madam, for you are so nobly born,

1:18:491:18:54

Shall, after three days' open penance done,

1:18:541:19:00

Live in your country here in banishment,

1:19:001:19:03

With Sir John Gladsdale, in the Isle of Man.

1:19:031:19:07

COURT WHISPERS

1:19:071:19:10

Welcome is my banishment.

1:19:121:19:13

Welcome is my death.

1:19:191:19:21

Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee:

1:19:231:19:28

I cannot justify whom the law condemns.

1:19:281:19:32

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

1:19:331:19:36

SHE CRIES

1:19:361:19:39

Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age

1:19:391:19:42

Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!

1:19:421:19:47

ELEANOR'S CRIES ECHO

1:19:471:19:50

I do beseech Your Majesty, give me leave to go.

1:19:501:19:53

Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.

1:19:531:19:58

Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,

1:20:021:20:09

Give up thy staff. Henry will to himself

1:20:091:20:13

Protector be, and God shall be my guide.

1:20:131:20:18

But go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved

1:20:211:20:26

Than when thou wert Protector to thy King.

1:20:261:20:29

I see no reason why a king of years

1:20:291:20:32

Should be protected like a child.

1:20:321:20:36

God and King Henry govern England's realm.

1:20:381:20:42

Give up your staff, sir, and the King his realm.

1:20:421:20:46

COURT MURMURS

1:20:461:20:49

My staff?

1:20:491:20:51

Here, noble Henry, is my staff.

1:20:521:20:58

As willingly do I the same resign

1:20:591:21:02

As e'er thy father Henry made it mine.

1:21:021:21:06

And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it

1:21:081:21:15

As others would ambitiously receive it.

1:21:171:21:21

Farewell, good King: when I am dead and gone,

1:21:251:21:30

May honourable peace attend thy throne!

1:21:301:21:33

This staff of honour raught, there let it stand

1:21:581:22:05

Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.

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CROWD SHOUTS ANGRILY

1:22:191:22:23

Witch! Witch!

1:22:251:22:28

Move!

1:22:281:22:30

Eleanor!

1:22:411:22:42

Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?

1:22:421:22:46

Now thou dost penance too.

1:22:461:22:49

Hear how they mock.

1:22:491:22:52

Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful taunts,

1:22:521:22:56

And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,

1:22:561:22:59

And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!

1:22:591:23:02

Be patient, gentle Nell, forget this grief.

1:23:021:23:05

Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!

1:23:051:23:09

For whilst I think I am thy married wife

1:23:091:23:11

Methinks I should not thus be led along,

1:23:111:23:13

Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back,

1:23:131:23:16

The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,

1:23:161:23:19

And when I start, the envious people laugh.

1:23:191:23:21

Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?

1:23:211:23:28

No, dark shall be my light and night my day.

1:23:281:23:30

To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.

1:23:301:23:34

Please you, Sir John, protect my lady here?

1:23:341:23:37

Entreat her not the worse in that I pray

1:23:371:23:39

You use her well.

1:23:391:23:40

Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife,

1:23:401:23:45

And he a prince and ruler of the land:

1:23:451:23:48

Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was

1:23:481:23:50

As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,

1:23:501:23:53

Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock.

1:23:531:23:57

For Somerset, and York, and that false priest,

1:23:571:24:02

Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,

1:24:021:24:05

And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee.

1:24:051:24:10

Gentle Nell, forbear! thou aimest all awry.

1:24:101:24:14

I must offend before I be attainted,

1:24:141:24:16

And had I twenty times so many foes,

1:24:161:24:19

All these could not procure me any scathe,

1:24:191:24:22

So long as I am loyal, true and crimeless.

1:24:221:24:26

Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:

1:24:261:24:30

I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience.

1:24:301:24:33

These few days' wonder will be quickly worn.

1:24:331:24:36

Humphrey!

1:24:371:24:38

ANGUISHED CRIES

1:24:381:24:41

HE PANTS

1:24:551:24:58

Your Grace is summoned to a meeting at the palace.

1:25:001:25:06

A meeting, now?

1:25:061:25:08

And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before!

1:25:081:25:11

This is close dealing.

1:25:131:25:14

Well, I will be there.

1:25:171:25:20

My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick

1:25:261:25:30

Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.

1:25:301:25:32

And, my friend this I do assure myself:

1:25:351:25:39

that Richard shall live to one day make the Earl of Warwick

1:25:391:25:42

The greatest man in England but the King.

1:25:421:25:45

I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not here:

1:26:111:26:15

'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man.

1:26:151:26:18

Can you not see? or will ye not observe

1:26:181:26:23

The strangeness of his alter'd countenance?

1:26:231:26:26

With what a majesty he bears himself,

1:26:261:26:30

How insolent of late he is become,

1:26:301:26:34

How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself?

1:26:341:26:37

We know the time since he was mild and affable,

1:26:371:26:41

And all the court admired him for submission.

1:26:411:26:44

But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,

1:26:441:26:48

When every one will give the time of day,

1:26:481:26:52

He knits his brow and shows an angry eye,

1:26:521:26:57

Disdaining duty that to us belongs.

1:26:571:27:01

Humphrey is no little man in England.

1:27:011:27:05

And should you fall, he as the next will mount.

1:27:051:27:10

Me seemeth then it is no policy,

1:27:101:27:11

Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears

1:27:111:27:13

That he should come about your royal person

1:27:131:27:15

Or be admitted to Your Highness' council.

1:27:151:27:18

The reverent care I bear unto my lord

1:27:181:27:20

Made me collect these dangers in the duke.

1:27:201:27:25

My Lord Somerset and Winchester

1:27:261:27:28

Reprove my allegation, if you can, Or else conclude my words effectual.

1:27:281:27:33

Well hath Your Highness seen into this duke.

1:27:341:27:37

And, had I first been put to speak my mind,

1:27:371:27:40

I think I should have told Your Grace's tale.

1:27:401:27:42

-Mm.

-The duchess, by his subornation,

1:27:421:27:45

Upon my life, began her devilish practises:

1:27:451:27:50

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep,

1:27:501:27:54

The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.

1:27:541:27:57

No, my sovereign, Gloucester is a man

1:27:571:28:01

Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit.

1:28:011:28:05

Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent

1:28:081:28:10

From meaning treason to our royal person

1:28:101:28:12

As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove.

1:28:121:28:15

The duke is virtuous, mild and too well given

1:28:151:28:18

To dream on evil or to work my downfall.

1:28:181:28:20

Seems he a dove? His feathers are but borrowed,

1:28:211:28:29

For he's disposed as the hateful raven.

1:28:301:28:34

Is he a lamb? His skin is surely lent him,

1:28:351:28:40

For he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf.

1:28:411:28:45

Take heed, my lord, the welfare of us all

1:28:461:28:49

Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.

1:28:491:28:53

COURT MURMURS

1:28:531:28:56

All health unto my gracious sovereign!

1:29:031:29:06

Welcome, Sir William. What news from France?

1:29:061:29:10

That Charles the dauphin breaks his foresworn oath

1:29:131:29:17

and raises his flag over every, all town.

1:29:171:29:20

He is proclaimed king by every mouth

1:29:201:29:23

and all your interest in those territories is utterly bereft you.

1:29:231:29:28

All is lost.

1:29:281:29:30

COURT EXCLAIMS

1:29:301:29:32

Cold news, my lord, from France:

1:29:321:29:36

But God's will be done!

1:29:361:29:38

DOOR OPENS

1:29:401:29:42

All happiness unto my lord the King!

1:29:471:29:50

Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long.

1:29:501:29:53

Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon.

1:29:531:29:57

I do arrest thee of high treason here.

1:29:591:30:02

GLOUCESTER SCOFFS

1:30:021:30:04

Well, Somerset, thou shalt not see me blush

1:30:041:30:07

Nor change my countenance for this arrest:

1:30:071:30:10

The purest spring is not so free from mud

1:30:101:30:12

As I am clear from treason to my sovereign.

1:30:121:30:15

Who can accuse me? Wherein am I guilty?

1:30:171:30:21

'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France,

1:30:211:30:26

And, being Protector, stayed the soldiers' pay,

1:30:261:30:29

By means whereof His Highness hath lost France.

1:30:291:30:33

Is it but thought so? What are they that think it?

1:30:331:30:37

I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,

1:30:391:30:42

So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,

1:30:421:30:45

Ay, night by night, in studying good for England.

1:30:451:30:49

No, many a pound of mine own proper store,

1:30:491:30:52

Because I would not tax the needy commons,

1:30:521:30:54

Have I disbursed to the garrisons, And never ask'd for restitution.

1:30:541:30:57

It serves you well, my lord, to say so much.

1:30:571:31:00

I say no more than truth, so help me God!

1:31:001:31:02

In your protectorship you did devise

1:31:021:31:04

Strange tortures for offenders never heard of,

1:31:041:31:07

That England was defamed by tyranny.

1:31:071:31:09

Why, 'tis well known that, whiles I was Protector,

1:31:091:31:11

Pity was all the fault that was in me,

1:31:111:31:13

For I should melt at an offender's tears.

1:31:131:31:15

My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:

1:31:151:31:18

But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,

1:31:181:31:20

Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.

1:31:201:31:22

I do arrest you in His Highness' name...

1:31:221:31:24

Your Majesty!

1:31:241:31:25

..and here commit you to my lord cardinal

1:31:251:31:27

To keep, until your further time of trial.

1:31:271:31:28

Your Majesty!

1:31:281:31:30

Oh, Uncle Gloucester, 'tis my special hope

1:31:301:31:33

That you will clear yourself from all suspect.

1:31:331:31:36

My conscience tells me he is innocent.

1:31:361:31:39

Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:

1:31:391:31:43

Virtue is choked with foul ambition.

1:31:431:31:46

I know their complot is to have my life,

1:31:461:31:49

And if my death might make this island happy,

1:31:511:31:55

And prove the period of their tyranny,

1:31:551:31:58

I would expend it with all willingness.

1:31:581:32:01

But mine is made the prologue to their play,

1:32:011:32:05

For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,

1:32:051:32:08

Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.

1:32:081:32:11

Somerset's red eyes blab his heart's malice,

1:32:111:32:14

Thou Winchester, that reaches at the moon,

1:32:141:32:16

Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,

1:32:161:32:19

By false accuse does level at my life.

1:32:191:32:23

And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,

1:32:231:32:27

Causeless have laid disgraces on my head,

1:32:271:32:31

And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up

1:32:311:32:35

My beloved liege to be mine enemy.

1:32:351:32:39

Ay, all you have laid your heads together

1:32:411:32:46

And all to make away my blameless life.

1:32:461:32:50

I shall not want false witness to condemn me,

1:32:501:32:53

Nor stores of treasons to augment my guilt.

1:32:531:32:56

The ancient proverb will be well effected:

1:32:561:33:00

"A staff is quickly found to beat a dog."

1:33:001:33:02

My liege, his railing is intolerable.

1:33:021:33:04

He'll wrest the sense and hold us here all day.

1:33:041:33:06

-Cardinal, he is your prisoner.

-Take away the duke.

1:33:061:33:08

Ah! Thus King Henry throws away his crutch

1:33:081:33:12

Before his legs be firm to bear his body.

1:33:121:33:15

Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side,

1:33:151:33:20

And wolves are gnarling who will gnaw thee first.

1:33:201:33:24

Ah, that my fear were false! Ah, that it were!

1:33:241:33:27

For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear.

1:33:271:33:31

Your Majesty needs o'erlook this bill.

1:33:381:33:40

My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,

1:33:421:33:46

Do or undo, as if ourself were here.

1:33:461:33:48

What, will your highness leave?

1:33:541:33:57

Ay, Margaret,

1:33:581:34:01

my heart is drown'd with grief.

1:34:011:34:04

Uncle Humphrey!

1:34:271:34:30

In thy face I see

1:34:301:34:32

The map of honour, truth and loyalty.

1:34:321:34:36

Thou never didst them wrong,

1:34:381:34:41

nor no man wrong,

1:34:411:34:43

And as the butcher takes away the calf

1:34:431:34:48

And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strains,

1:34:481:34:51

Bearing it to the bloody slaughterhouse,

1:34:511:34:54

Even so remorseless have they borne him hence.

1:34:541:34:58

His fortunes I will weep, and,

1:35:001:35:05

'twixt each groan

1:35:051:35:07

Say "Who's a traitor? Gloucester he is none."

1:35:071:35:14

Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,

1:35:231:35:26

Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show

1:35:261:35:29

Beguiles him.

1:35:291:35:31

This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world,

1:35:331:35:36

To rid us of the fear we have of him.

1:35:361:35:39

That he should die is worthy policy,

1:35:411:35:47

But yet we want a colour for his death.

1:35:471:35:50

'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law.

1:35:501:35:53

But, in my mind, that were no policy.

1:35:531:35:55

The King will labour still to save his life,

1:35:551:35:57

The commons haply rise, to save his life,

1:35:571:35:59

And yet we have a trivial argument,

1:35:591:36:03

More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.

1:36:031:36:06

So that, by this, you would not have him die.

1:36:061:36:10

Would not a fool alone appoint a fox

1:36:101:36:13

To guard a chicken from a hungry kite?

1:36:131:36:16

So the chicken should be sure of death.

1:36:161:36:18

Madam, 'tis true. That Gloucester die, and that he is a fox.

1:36:181:36:22

By nature proved an enemy to the flock,

1:36:221:36:25

Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood.

1:36:251:36:28

HE SCREAMS

1:36:281:36:30

And us not stand debating how to slay him:

1:36:301:36:33

Be it by gins, by snares, by subtlety,

1:36:331:36:35

Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,

1:36:351:36:37

So he be dead.

1:36:371:36:39

HE SCREAMS

1:36:391:36:40

Thrice-noble Somerset, 'tis briefly spoke.

1:36:431:36:46

Not bravely yet.

1:36:491:36:51

Say but the word, my lords,

1:36:541:36:57

I'll be his priest.

1:36:571:37:00

Here is my hand.

1:37:031:37:04

The deed is worthy doing.

1:37:071:37:08

And so say I.

1:37:081:37:10

And I.

1:37:101:37:12

And now we three have spoke it,

1:37:121:37:16

It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.

1:37:161:37:18

Farewell, my lords.

1:37:211:37:23

GLOUCESTER SCREAMING

1:39:031:39:06

SHE GASPS

1:39:081:39:09

SCREAMS INTENSIFY AND SUBSIDE

1:39:151:39:17

KNOCKING

1:39:461:39:48

Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?

1:40:031:40:06

Ay, my good lord, 'tis done.

1:40:061:40:08

Why, that's well said.

1:40:081:40:10

Go, get your hands away, I will reward you for this venturous deed.

1:40:111:40:15

Have you laid fair the body?

1:40:151:40:16

Are all things well, according as I gave directions?

1:40:171:40:21

'Tis, my good lord.

1:40:211:40:23

Away! Be gone.

1:40:261:40:28

Go, call our uncle to our presence straight,

1:40:501:40:54

Say we intend to try his grace today.

1:40:541:40:56

I'll call him presently, my noble lord.

1:40:561:40:59

My lords, prepare the trial, and, I pray you

1:41:081:41:13

Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester

1:41:131:41:16

Than from true evidence of good esteem

1:41:161:41:20

He be approved in practise culpable.

1:41:201:41:23

God forbid any malice should prevail,

1:41:231:41:25

That faultless may condemn a nobleman!

1:41:251:41:29

Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!

1:41:291:41:32

I thank thee, Meg, these words content me much.

1:41:321:41:36

DOOR OPENS

1:41:391:41:41

How now!

1:41:451:41:47

Why look'st thou pale?

1:41:471:41:50

Why tremblest thou?

1:41:501:41:52

Where is our uncle?

1:41:521:41:54

Dead, my lord, Gloucester is dead.

1:41:541:41:57

CHATTERING

1:41:571:41:58

Marry, God forfend!

1:41:581:41:59

God's secret judgment.

1:41:591:42:01

My lord!

1:42:061:42:07

O Henry, ope thine eyes!

1:42:101:42:13

How fares my gracious lord?

1:42:161:42:18

Comfort, my sovereign!

1:42:181:42:20

Gracious Henry, comfort!

1:42:201:42:22

What, doth my Lord Somerset comfort me?

1:42:231:42:28

Lay not thy hands on me, forbear, I say.

1:42:281:42:31

Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!

1:42:311:42:34

Good Warwick, come with me

1:42:371:42:40

into his chamber to view his breathless corpse.

1:42:401:42:43

O Thou that judgest all things,

1:43:091:43:12

stay my thoughts.

1:43:121:43:15

DOOR OPENS

1:43:161:43:18

Come hither, gracious sovereign.

1:43:181:43:21

HE CRIES

1:43:401:43:44

As surely as my soul intends to live

1:44:211:44:26

I do believe that violent hands were laid

1:44:261:44:30

Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.

1:44:301:44:33

Why, Warwick, who would do the duke to death?

1:44:331:44:36

Myself had him in protection,

1:44:371:44:39

Charged his safety with Somerset and Suffolk.

1:44:391:44:42

And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.

1:44:421:44:45

But all of you are vow'd Duke Humphrey's foes,

1:44:451:44:47

And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.

1:44:471:44:50

Are you the butcher, Somerset?

1:44:501:44:53

Where's your knife?

1:44:531:44:56

I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men,

1:44:561:44:58

But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,

1:44:581:45:02

That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart

1:45:021:45:05

That slanders me with murder's crimson badge.

1:45:051:45:08

Warwick!

1:45:081:45:09

Madam, with reverence may I say,

1:45:091:45:11

For every word you speak in his behalf

1:45:111:45:13

Is slander to your royal dignity.

1:45:131:45:16

Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour!

1:45:161:45:20

Thy mother took unto her blameful bed

1:45:201:45:23

Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock

1:45:231:45:27

Was graft with crab-tree slip, whose fruit thou art.

1:45:271:45:31

Exeter.

1:45:311:45:33

Why, how now, lords!

1:45:371:45:41

Your wrathful weapons drawn

1:45:411:45:44

Here in our presence! Dare you be so bold?

1:45:441:45:49

Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?

1:45:491:45:52

The traitorous York Set all upon us, mighty sovereign.

1:45:521:45:56

If Somerset and Suffolk be not done to death,

1:45:561:45:59

Or banished fair England's territories,

1:45:591:46:01

The people will by violence tear them from you.

1:46:011:46:05

I say, by them the good Duke Humphrey died,

1:46:051:46:08

I say, in them I fear your highness' death.

1:46:081:46:12

I thank the York for thy tender loving care,

1:46:131:46:17

For, sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy

1:46:171:46:21

Mischance unto my state by these lords:

1:46:211:46:24

And therefore, by His majesty I swear,

1:46:241:46:29

They shall not breathe infection in this air

1:46:291:46:31

But three days longer, on the pain of death.

1:46:311:46:34

Henry, let me plead for gentle Somerset!

1:46:341:46:37

Ungentle queen, that calls him gentle!

1:46:371:46:39

No more, I say: If thou dost plead for them,

1:46:391:46:42

Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.

1:46:421:46:45

If, after three days' space, thou twoest be found

1:46:471:46:50

On any ground that I am ruler of,

1:46:501:46:53

The world shall not be ransom for thy life.

1:46:531:46:56

Wise king.

1:46:561:46:58

Banished are you both.

1:46:581:46:59

I will repeal thee, or, be well assured,

1:47:031:47:07

Adventure to be banished myself.

1:47:071:47:09

I thought thou lovest me,

1:47:181:47:20

but I see thee a puppet of these lords.

1:47:201:47:23

Putting down banishment on Somerset and Lord Suffolk's head.

1:47:231:47:27

Thou break'st my heart, my lord.

1:47:291:47:32

My love, I would not have you cry.

1:47:321:47:34

Then reverse thy doom.

1:47:341:47:36

SHE WEEPS

1:47:361:47:37

I do, Meg.

1:47:391:47:41

I do for thee.

1:47:431:47:44

Suffolk and Somerset remain at liberty and live thee here in peace.

1:47:471:47:53

Suffolk at liberty.

1:47:541:47:57

Somerset a free man.

1:47:571:47:59

And Gloucester's bloody trunk accusing there.

1:47:591:48:02

False king!

1:48:021:48:04

That head of thine doth not become a crown,

1:48:041:48:07

That gold should round engirt these brows of mine.

1:48:071:48:10

Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up.

1:48:101:48:14

I am far better born than is the King.

1:48:151:48:17

More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts.

1:48:171:48:21

Give place.

1:48:211:48:23

Enough, York.

1:48:231:48:25

I cannot in silence stand to watch thee,

1:48:251:48:27

thus abuse His Majesty.

1:48:271:48:30

We are thy sovereign, Exeter.

1:48:301:48:32

Kneel to us.

1:48:321:48:34

This is my king, York, I do not mistake,

1:48:341:48:37

But thou mistakes me much to think I do.

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Haul him at the Tower and chop away that factious pate of his.

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He is a traitor!

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Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?

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I have consider'd with myself

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The title of this most renowned duke,

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And in my conscience do repute his grace

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The rightful heir to England's royal seat.

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Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?

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I have.

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Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an act?

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It is great sin to swear unto a sin,

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But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.

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Call forth our troops and bid them arm themselves.

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Away, my lord, and let us prepare.

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We go but we'll return to wear our crown.

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I will stir up in England some black storm

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Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell.

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Cecily!

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Cecily!

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Boys!

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Cecily, where are they?

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In there.

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Edward. George.

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Edmund.

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And...

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Richard!

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Richard!

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