0:00:03 > 0:00:05..know us by these colours for thy foes.
0:00:05 > 0:00:07This pale and angry rose...
0:00:07 > 0:00:11As symbol white of my blood-drinking hate.
0:00:15 > 0:00:18Welcome, Queen Margaret. My King.
0:00:21 > 0:00:24Civil dissension is a viperous worm,
0:00:24 > 0:00:27That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
0:00:30 > 0:00:32I am far better born than is the King,
0:00:32 > 0:00:35That gold should round engirt these brows of mine.
0:00:37 > 0:00:40Call forth our troops and bid them arm themselves!
0:00:40 > 0:00:43We shall return to wear our crown.
0:00:45 > 0:00:47Boys!
0:00:47 > 0:00:49Edward. George.
0:00:50 > 0:00:54And...Richard!
0:00:54 > 0:01:01This programme contains some violent scenes from the start.
0:01:01 > 0:01:04HEAVY BREATHING
0:01:07 > 0:01:10SCREAMING
0:01:49 > 0:01:51DOOR OPENS
0:01:51 > 0:01:54My Lord! Your Highness...
0:01:54 > 0:01:56The Duke of York with Warwick has set out
0:01:56 > 0:01:59And with a puissant and a mighty power
0:01:59 > 0:02:01Is marching hitherward in proud array.
0:02:01 > 0:02:03They will be here by morning.
0:02:03 > 0:02:06Where is the Queen?
0:02:06 > 0:02:08She's with the Duke of Somerset within.
0:02:16 > 0:02:18O... SHE LAUGHS
0:02:21 > 0:02:24..could this kiss be printed in thy hand.
0:02:32 > 0:02:37A wilderness is populous enough,
0:02:37 > 0:02:39If I but had thy heavenly company.
0:02:39 > 0:02:45For where thou art, there is the world itself,
0:02:45 > 0:02:50And where thou art not, desolation.
0:02:56 > 0:02:59Yield or die, Somerset.
0:03:24 > 0:03:26HE GROANS IN PAIN
0:03:51 > 0:03:52Father!
0:04:04 > 0:04:08HE CHOKES
0:04:08 > 0:04:10NECK SNAPS
0:04:15 > 0:04:18Base Suffolk!
0:04:18 > 0:04:19Warwick calls!
0:04:21 > 0:04:27Suffolk, I say, come forth and fight with me!
0:04:27 > 0:04:29Suffolk!
0:04:36 > 0:04:41For one or both of us the time is come.
0:04:54 > 0:04:58Hold, Warwick, seek you out some other chase,
0:04:58 > 0:05:02For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
0:05:05 > 0:05:10Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.
0:05:15 > 0:05:18Come, Suffolk. Defend thy rose!
0:06:05 > 0:06:07I know thee, Somerset.
0:06:09 > 0:06:13Obscure and lowly swain, away.
0:06:13 > 0:06:15The honourable blood of Lancaster
0:06:15 > 0:06:18Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.
0:06:18 > 0:06:24Thou kennel, puddle, sink, whose filth and dirt
0:06:24 > 0:06:27Trouble the silver spring where England drinks.
0:06:27 > 0:06:32Thy lips that kissed the Queen shall sweep the ground
0:06:32 > 0:06:36For now the House of York Burns with revenging fire.
0:06:36 > 0:06:41It is impossible that I should die By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
0:06:41 > 0:06:44Thy words move rage and not remorse in me.
0:06:44 > 0:06:49Ay, but my deeds shall stay thy fury soon.
0:06:50 > 0:06:56What, are ye daunted now? Now will ye stoop?
0:06:57 > 0:07:00True nobility is exempt from fear.
0:07:01 > 0:07:05Come, show what cruelty thou can'st,
0:07:05 > 0:07:11That this my death may never be forgot.
0:07:26 > 0:07:28Father!
0:07:30 > 0:07:31Where's my father?
0:07:33 > 0:07:34Suffolk!
0:07:36 > 0:07:38Where's the Duke of Suffolk?
0:07:38 > 0:07:40Father!
0:08:10 > 0:08:15O, let the vile world end
0:08:15 > 0:08:18And the promised flames of the last day
0:08:18 > 0:08:20Knit earth and heaven together!
0:08:27 > 0:08:30Even at this sight
0:08:30 > 0:08:33My heart is turned to stone.
0:08:39 > 0:08:44Henceforth I will not have to do with pity.
0:08:47 > 0:08:50In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
0:08:55 > 0:08:56Somerset!
0:08:58 > 0:08:59Somerset!
0:09:04 > 0:09:06Somerset!
0:09:12 > 0:09:14Somerset!
0:09:41 > 0:09:43SHE GASPS
0:09:55 > 0:09:59Think, Margaret, on revenge and cease to weep.
0:10:02 > 0:10:04SHE CRIES
0:10:07 > 0:10:11But who can cease to weep and look on this?
0:10:14 > 0:10:16My hope is gone.
0:10:16 > 0:10:17Alas, my Queen.
0:10:26 > 0:10:29I fear me, love, if that I were dead
0:10:29 > 0:10:31Thou wouldst not mourn so much for me.
0:10:33 > 0:10:35Margaret...
0:10:35 > 0:10:41God, our hope, will succour us.
0:10:43 > 0:10:45Come, we must away from here.
0:10:51 > 0:10:57We shall to London get, where you are loved
0:10:57 > 0:11:02And where this breach now in our fortunes made
0:11:02 > 0:11:04May readily be stopped.
0:11:20 > 0:11:24Now, by my sword, thou hast fought well today.
0:11:24 > 0:11:25So have we all.
0:11:25 > 0:11:27There is one old supporter of the King
0:11:27 > 0:11:30Is either slain or wounded dangerously.
0:11:30 > 0:11:33That this is true, father, behold his blood.
0:11:33 > 0:11:36Why, that's my son!
0:11:38 > 0:11:43Did anyone see or hear The fate of Somerset,
0:11:43 > 0:11:46The foulest canker of the blood-red rose?
0:11:46 > 0:11:50My Lord of York, here is the Duke of Somerset,
0:11:50 > 0:11:53Who I encountered ere the battle joined.
0:11:55 > 0:11:57THEY LAUGH
0:11:57 > 0:12:00Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.
0:12:03 > 0:12:04What? Is Your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
0:12:04 > 0:12:08What? Is Your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
0:12:08 > 0:12:11Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head!
0:12:11 > 0:12:14CHEERING
0:12:14 > 0:12:17If it be true the King has fled to London,
0:12:17 > 0:12:19We will pursue him there.
0:12:19 > 0:12:22Sound drum and trumpets, and to London all,
0:12:22 > 0:12:26And more such days as these to us befall!
0:13:15 > 0:13:16Richard!
0:13:16 > 0:13:18Son!
0:13:28 > 0:13:30Richard!
0:14:21 > 0:14:25This is the palace of the fearful King,
0:14:25 > 0:14:26And this the regal seat.
0:14:26 > 0:14:28Possess it, York,
0:14:28 > 0:14:31For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'.
0:14:32 > 0:14:34Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will.
0:14:34 > 0:14:38We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
0:14:40 > 0:14:43Thanks, gentle Vernon.
0:14:43 > 0:14:45Stay by me, then, my Lords.
0:14:45 > 0:14:48And when the King comes, offer him no violence,
0:14:48 > 0:14:52Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
0:14:52 > 0:14:55The Queen this day here holds her parliament,
0:14:55 > 0:14:59But little thinks we shall be of her council.
0:14:59 > 0:15:01LAUGHTER
0:15:01 > 0:15:05By words and blows here let us claim our right.
0:15:05 > 0:15:07The "Bloody Parliament" shall it be called,
0:15:07 > 0:15:10Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King,
0:15:10 > 0:15:13And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
0:15:13 > 0:15:16Hath made us bywords to our enemies.
0:15:16 > 0:15:19Then leave me not, my Lords, be resolute.
0:15:21 > 0:15:23I mean to take possession of my right.
0:15:29 > 0:15:31Neither the King
0:15:31 > 0:15:34nor he that loves him best
0:15:34 > 0:15:37Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells.
0:15:37 > 0:15:43And I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.
0:15:48 > 0:15:50My son!
0:15:51 > 0:15:53York and Warwick are here...
0:15:57 > 0:16:01Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
0:16:07 > 0:16:10Look where the sturdy rebel stands.
0:16:11 > 0:16:14What, shall we suffer this?
0:16:14 > 0:16:15Let's pluck him down.
0:16:15 > 0:16:19My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it!
0:16:20 > 0:16:22Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland.
0:16:22 > 0:16:24My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament
0:16:24 > 0:16:26Let us assail the family of York.
0:16:26 > 0:16:28Far be the thought of it from Henry's heart
0:16:28 > 0:16:30To make a shambles of the Parliament-House.
0:16:30 > 0:16:32Know you not the city favours them,
0:16:32 > 0:16:34And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
0:16:34 > 0:16:37But when the Duke is slain, they will quickly fly.
0:16:37 > 0:16:42Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats
0:16:42 > 0:16:44Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
0:16:44 > 0:16:48Thou, factious Duke of York, descend my throne
0:16:48 > 0:16:52And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet.
0:16:54 > 0:16:55I am thy sovereign.
0:16:55 > 0:16:57I am thine.
0:17:07 > 0:17:08For shame, come down.
0:17:08 > 0:17:10He made thee Duke of York.
0:17:10 > 0:17:13It was my inheritance, as the earldom was.
0:17:13 > 0:17:15Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
0:17:15 > 0:17:17Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown,
0:17:17 > 0:17:19In following this usurping Henry.
0:17:19 > 0:17:21Whom should he follow but his natural King?
0:17:21 > 0:17:25True, Clifford, and that's Richard, Duke of York.
0:17:25 > 0:17:29And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
0:17:29 > 0:17:32It must and shall be so.
0:17:32 > 0:17:34Content thyself.
0:17:48 > 0:17:51Be Duke of Lancaster.
0:17:51 > 0:17:53let him be King.
0:17:53 > 0:17:56He is both King and Duke of Lancaster,
0:17:56 > 0:17:59And that the Lord of Westmorland shall maintain.
0:17:59 > 0:18:02And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
0:18:02 > 0:18:06That we are those which chased you from the field
0:18:06 > 0:18:10And who slew your father, youthful Clifford.
0:18:10 > 0:18:13Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief.
0:18:13 > 0:18:17Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,
0:18:17 > 0:18:20Thy kinsmen and thy friends, I'll have more lives
0:18:20 > 0:18:23Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
0:18:23 > 0:18:26Will we show you our title to the crown?
0:18:26 > 0:18:30If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
0:18:30 > 0:18:34What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
0:18:34 > 0:18:39Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York.
0:18:41 > 0:18:44I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
0:18:44 > 0:18:47Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
0:18:47 > 0:18:49And seized upon their towns and provinces.
0:18:49 > 0:18:54Talk not of France, since thou hast lost it all.
0:18:54 > 0:18:58The Lord Protector lost it, and not I.
0:18:58 > 0:19:01When I was crowned I was but nine months old.
0:19:01 > 0:19:04You are old enough now and yet methinks you lose.
0:19:04 > 0:19:06Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head!
0:19:06 > 0:19:09Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
0:19:09 > 0:19:11Sound drums and trumpets, and the King will fly!
0:19:11 > 0:19:13Sons, peace.
0:19:13 > 0:19:16Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,
0:19:16 > 0:19:21Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
0:19:21 > 0:19:27No, first shall war unpeople this my realm.
0:19:27 > 0:19:30My title's good, and better far than his.
0:19:30 > 0:19:34Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King.
0:19:47 > 0:19:52Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
0:19:58 > 0:20:01'Twas by rebellion against his King.
0:20:05 > 0:20:08Richard resigned the crown to Henry the Fourth,
0:20:08 > 0:20:11Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
0:20:11 > 0:20:15He rose against him and made him to resign the crown perforce.
0:20:16 > 0:20:18Suppose he did it unconstrained,
0:20:18 > 0:20:21Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
0:20:21 > 0:20:26No, for he could not so resign his crown,
0:20:26 > 0:20:29But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
0:20:32 > 0:20:35Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
0:20:35 > 0:20:41My conscience tells me he is lawful King.
0:20:44 > 0:20:48All will revolt from me and turn to him.
0:20:50 > 0:20:53What mutter you, or what conspire you, Lords?
0:20:53 > 0:20:55Do right unto this princely Duke of York,
0:20:55 > 0:20:58Or I will fill the house with armed men,
0:20:58 > 0:21:01And over the chair of state, where now he sits,
0:21:01 > 0:21:05Write up his title with usurping blood.
0:21:05 > 0:21:09My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:
0:21:13 > 0:21:20Let me for this my lifetime reign as King.
0:21:29 > 0:21:32Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,
0:21:32 > 0:21:36And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.
0:21:40 > 0:21:42I am content.
0:21:44 > 0:21:49Richard Plantagenet, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
0:21:54 > 0:21:56What wrong is this unto the Prince, your son!
0:21:56 > 0:22:02Base, fearful and despairing Henry!
0:22:02 > 0:22:05How hast thou injured both thyself and us?
0:22:05 > 0:22:07I cannot stay to hear these articles.
0:22:07 > 0:22:11Come, cousin, let us tell the Queen these news.
0:22:11 > 0:22:14Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate King,
0:22:14 > 0:22:20In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
0:22:22 > 0:22:25Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
0:22:25 > 0:22:27They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.
0:22:27 > 0:22:29Ah, Exeter.
0:22:29 > 0:22:32Why should you sigh, my Lord?
0:22:32 > 0:22:37Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son
0:22:37 > 0:22:44Whom I unnaturally now disinherit. But be it as it may. I here entail
0:22:44 > 0:22:50The crown to thee and to thine heirs forever,
0:22:50 > 0:22:55Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
0:22:55 > 0:22:59To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
0:22:59 > 0:23:03To honour me as thy King and sovereign.
0:23:14 > 0:23:18This oath I willingly take and will perform.
0:23:18 > 0:23:20Long live King Henry!
0:23:20 > 0:23:22Long live King Henry.
0:23:22 > 0:23:27And long live thou, and these thy forward sons.
0:23:27 > 0:23:30Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.
0:23:30 > 0:23:32Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes.
0:23:34 > 0:23:36Come, boys.
0:24:10 > 0:24:14CHAPEL BELL RINGS
0:24:14 > 0:24:16DOOR OPENS
0:24:22 > 0:24:26Ah, wretched man! Would I had died a maid
0:24:26 > 0:24:30And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
0:24:30 > 0:24:33Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father.
0:24:33 > 0:24:36Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I,
0:24:36 > 0:24:39Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
0:24:39 > 0:24:42Or nourished him as I did with my blood,
0:24:42 > 0:24:45Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,
0:24:45 > 0:24:48Rather than have that savage Duke thine heir
0:24:48 > 0:24:50And disinherited thine only son.
0:24:50 > 0:24:52Pardon me, Margaret;
0:24:52 > 0:24:55The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforced me.
0:24:55 > 0:24:57Enforced thee?
0:24:58 > 0:25:01Art thou King, and wilt be forced?
0:25:01 > 0:25:04I shame to hear thee speak.
0:25:04 > 0:25:06Ah, timorous wretch.
0:25:06 > 0:25:10Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
0:25:10 > 0:25:12The soldiers should have tossed me on their pikes
0:25:12 > 0:25:14Before I would have granted to that act.
0:25:16 > 0:25:20But thou prefer'st thy life to thine honour.
0:25:20 > 0:25:22And seeing thou dost,
0:25:22 > 0:25:24I here divorce myself,
0:25:24 > 0:25:26Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed till
0:25:26 > 0:25:28That act of Parliament be repealed
0:25:28 > 0:25:31Whereby my son is disinherited.
0:25:34 > 0:25:37The Lords that have forsworn thy coward colours
0:25:37 > 0:25:42Will follow mine, to thy foul disgrace
0:25:42 > 0:25:45And utter ruin of the House of York.
0:25:47 > 0:25:49Thus do I leave thee.
0:25:51 > 0:25:53Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
0:25:55 > 0:25:58Thou hast spoke too much already.
0:26:05 > 0:26:07Though I be not the eldest, give me leave.
0:26:07 > 0:26:09No. I can better play the orator!
0:26:09 > 0:26:11But I have reasons strong and forcible!
0:26:11 > 0:26:14Why! How now, sons?
0:26:14 > 0:26:17At a strife?
0:26:17 > 0:26:18What is thy quarrel?
0:26:18 > 0:26:20How began it first?
0:26:24 > 0:26:27No quarrel,
0:26:27 > 0:26:29but a slight contention.
0:26:29 > 0:26:30About what?
0:26:30 > 0:26:33The crown of England, Father, which is yours.
0:26:33 > 0:26:35Mine, boy?
0:26:35 > 0:26:38Not till King Henry be dead.
0:26:38 > 0:26:42Your right depends not on his life or death.
0:26:42 > 0:26:46Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now.
0:26:46 > 0:26:48By giving the House of Lancaster leave to breathe,
0:26:48 > 0:26:51It will outrun you, Father, in the end.
0:26:51 > 0:26:52I took an oath...
0:26:54 > 0:26:56..that he should quietly reign.
0:26:56 > 0:26:59But for a kingdom any oath may be broken.
0:26:59 > 0:27:02I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
0:27:02 > 0:27:04No. God forbid your grace should be forsworn.
0:27:04 > 0:27:09So I shall, if I claim by open war.
0:27:09 > 0:27:13I will prove the opposite, if you will hear me speak.
0:27:13 > 0:27:16Thou canst not, son. It is impossible.
0:27:25 > 0:27:26An oath is of no moment,
0:27:26 > 0:27:29Being not took before a true and lawful magistrate
0:27:29 > 0:27:31That hath authority over him that swears.
0:27:31 > 0:27:34Henry had none, but did usurp his place.
0:27:34 > 0:27:37Then, since 'twas he that made you to depose, your oath,
0:27:37 > 0:27:40My Lord, is vain and frivolous.
0:27:40 > 0:27:42Therefore, to arms.
0:27:42 > 0:27:44Father, do but think how sweet a thing it is to wear a crown.
0:27:44 > 0:27:46Why do we linger thus?
0:27:46 > 0:27:49I will not rest until the white rose I wear is dyed
0:27:49 > 0:27:53Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart... Richard!
0:27:55 > 0:27:56Enough!
0:27:56 > 0:27:58DOGS BARK
0:27:58 > 0:28:01My Lord! We shall speak more of this.
0:28:01 > 0:28:03The Queen with all the northern earls and lords
0:28:03 > 0:28:05Intends here to besiege you in your house.
0:28:05 > 0:28:07She is hard by, my Lord.
0:28:11 > 0:28:13Edward and George, you both shall stay with me.
0:28:13 > 0:28:15Richard and Edmund, with thy mother fly.
0:28:15 > 0:28:18Father, we will win them. Fear it not.
0:28:18 > 0:28:21MARGARET: Plantagenet!
0:28:21 > 0:28:23CECILY: Come, son! Edmund!
0:28:24 > 0:28:26Go, Richard! Look to thy mother.
0:28:26 > 0:28:28Let's issue forth and bid them battle straight.
0:28:41 > 0:28:44Plantagenet!
0:28:55 > 0:28:57Go to thy sister's house.
0:28:57 > 0:28:59Do not look back. Edmund and Richard will follow thee.
0:28:59 > 0:29:02CECILY: Come, Richard! Edmond!
0:29:02 > 0:29:03CLIFFORD: Plantagenet!
0:29:03 > 0:29:06Go, Mother! Clifford approaches! Go!
0:29:06 > 0:29:08Stay here, my Lords. Conceal thyselves awhile.
0:29:08 > 0:29:11CLIFFORD: Plantagenet! CECILY: Edmond! Richard!
0:29:11 > 0:29:12Go, Mother, we will follow!
0:29:57 > 0:30:00CLIFFORD: Plantagenet!
0:31:08 > 0:31:11Thou brat of this accursed Duke of York,
0:31:11 > 0:31:15Whose father slew my father, thou shall die.
0:31:15 > 0:31:19I am too mean a subject for thy wrath;
0:31:19 > 0:31:21Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.
0:31:21 > 0:31:23Though speak'st in vain, poor boy;
0:31:23 > 0:31:25My father's blood
0:31:25 > 0:31:28hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.
0:31:28 > 0:31:30The sight of any of the House of York
0:31:30 > 0:31:33Is as a fury to torment my soul.
0:31:33 > 0:31:35And till I root out their accursed line
0:31:35 > 0:31:39And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
0:31:39 > 0:31:42Therefore... EDMUND CRIES OUT
0:31:42 > 0:31:44Let me pray,
0:31:44 > 0:31:47let me pray before I take my death.
0:31:47 > 0:31:49To thee I pray.
0:31:49 > 0:31:51Sweet Clifford, pity me!
0:31:51 > 0:31:53Pity?
0:31:53 > 0:31:56Thy father slew my father.
0:31:56 > 0:31:59Therefore, die.
0:32:18 > 0:32:22Plantagenet, I come!
0:32:22 > 0:32:23Plantagenet!
0:33:10 > 0:33:12Plantagenet!
0:33:36 > 0:33:39Come,
0:33:39 > 0:33:41rough Westmorland.
0:33:41 > 0:33:44I dare your quenchless fury to more rage.
0:33:44 > 0:33:46I will not bandy with thee word for word,
0:33:46 > 0:33:48But buckle with thee
0:33:48 > 0:33:51blows twice two for one.
0:34:30 > 0:34:32MARGARET: Hold!
0:34:35 > 0:34:37Valiant Clifford!
0:34:37 > 0:34:42For a thousand causes I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.
0:34:44 > 0:34:47Come,
0:34:47 > 0:34:51make him kneel upon this dung hill here.
0:34:57 > 0:34:59MEN LAUGH
0:34:59 > 0:35:02What...
0:35:02 > 0:35:05what...
0:35:05 > 0:35:08was it you that would be England's King?
0:35:10 > 0:35:13Where is your mess of sons to back you now?
0:35:13 > 0:35:15THE MEN LAUGH
0:35:15 > 0:35:19Where is your darling Edmund?
0:35:22 > 0:35:25SHE LAUGHS, HE SOBS
0:35:25 > 0:35:27A crown for York.
0:35:30 > 0:35:33Look, York,
0:35:33 > 0:35:37I stain this napkin with the blood
0:35:37 > 0:35:39That valiant Clifford, with his weapon's spike
0:35:39 > 0:35:43Made issue from the neck of the young boy.
0:35:44 > 0:35:50I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.
0:35:50 > 0:35:53THE MEN LAUGH
0:35:53 > 0:35:56Why art thou patient, man?
0:35:58 > 0:36:01Thou shouldst be mad.
0:36:01 > 0:36:04York cannot speak without a crown.
0:36:06 > 0:36:08Hold you his hands,
0:36:08 > 0:36:11whilst I do set it on.
0:36:16 > 0:36:18HE GROANS IN PAIN
0:36:26 > 0:36:31THE MEN LAUGH Now looks he like a king.
0:36:31 > 0:36:36Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair,
0:36:36 > 0:36:40And this is he was his adopted heir.
0:36:40 > 0:36:45But how is it that great Plantagenet
0:36:45 > 0:36:50Is crowned so soon and broke his solemn oath?
0:36:50 > 0:36:53As I bethink me,
0:36:53 > 0:36:55you should not be King
0:36:55 > 0:36:59Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.
0:36:59 > 0:37:07O, 'tis a fault too, too unpardonable.
0:37:11 > 0:37:15Off with the crown, and with the crown, his head!
0:37:15 > 0:37:19That is my office, for my father's sake.
0:37:21 > 0:37:23PLANTAGENET TRIES TO SPEAK
0:37:23 > 0:37:25Nay, stay,
0:37:25 > 0:37:29let's hear the orisons he makes.
0:37:32 > 0:37:35She-wolf of France,
0:37:35 > 0:37:40O tiger's heart Wrapped in a woman's hide.
0:37:40 > 0:37:41There, take thy crown,
0:37:41 > 0:37:44and with thy crown my curse
0:37:44 > 0:37:48That in thy need such comfort come to thee
0:37:48 > 0:37:52As I now reap from thy too cruel hand.
0:37:56 > 0:37:58Hard-hearted Clifford,
0:37:58 > 0:38:01take me from the world,
0:38:01 > 0:38:04My soul to heaven,
0:38:04 > 0:38:07my curse upon your heads!
0:38:10 > 0:38:12Here's for my father's death!
0:38:12 > 0:38:14KNIFE PIERCES FLESH
0:38:15 > 0:38:20And here's to right our gentle-hearted King!
0:38:20 > 0:38:22KNIFE PIERCES FLESH
0:38:27 > 0:38:31Here's to avenge beloved Somerset.
0:38:34 > 0:38:36KNIFE PIERCES FLESH
0:38:45 > 0:38:48Off with his head.
0:38:48 > 0:38:51Set it atop the city gates.
0:39:25 > 0:39:28COUGHING
0:39:39 > 0:39:42I wonder how our princely father scaped.
0:39:42 > 0:39:43His sword.
0:40:05 > 0:40:08See how the morning ope's her golden gates
0:40:10 > 0:40:13Bids her farewell to the glorious sun.
0:40:15 > 0:40:17Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
0:40:21 > 0:40:22Three glorious suns...
0:40:23 > 0:40:25..each one a perfect sun,
0:40:27 > 0:40:30Not separated by the racking clouds
0:40:30 > 0:40:35But severed in a pale, clear-shining sky.
0:40:35 > 0:40:38See, see, they join, embrace and seem to kiss,
0:40:38 > 0:40:40As if they vowed some league inviolable.
0:40:41 > 0:40:44Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun:
0:40:46 > 0:40:49In this, the heavens figure some event.
0:40:50 > 0:40:52I think it cites us, brother...
0:40:53 > 0:40:55..to the field,
0:40:55 > 0:40:58That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,
0:40:58 > 0:41:01Shall join our lights together
0:41:01 > 0:41:04And over-shine the earth as this the world.
0:41:05 > 0:41:07But here comes one whose heavy looks foretell
0:41:07 > 0:41:09Some dreadful story hanging on his tongue.
0:41:16 > 0:41:18My Lord,
0:41:18 > 0:41:20I was a woeful looker-on
0:41:20 > 0:41:23When as the noble Duke of York was slain.
0:41:23 > 0:41:26By many hands your father was subdued,
0:41:27 > 0:41:29But only slaughtered by the ireful arm
0:41:29 > 0:41:32Of unrelenting Clifford and the Queen,
0:41:32 > 0:41:35Who crowned the gracious Duke in high despite,
0:41:35 > 0:41:36Laughed in his face,
0:41:36 > 0:41:38and when with grief he wept,
0:41:40 > 0:41:42The ruthless Queen gave him to dry his cheeks
0:41:44 > 0:41:45A napkin
0:41:45 > 0:41:48steeped in the harmless blood Of sweet young Edmund,
0:41:48 > 0:41:50by rough Clifford slain.
0:41:52 > 0:41:54After many scorns, many foul taunts,
0:41:56 > 0:41:57They took his head...
0:41:59 > 0:42:02..and high on the city gates They set the same.
0:42:03 > 0:42:05And there it doth remain.
0:42:06 > 0:42:09The saddest spectacle that e'er I viewed.
0:42:10 > 0:42:12GEORGE SOBS
0:42:22 > 0:42:23Sweet Duke of York...
0:42:25 > 0:42:27..our prop to lean upon,
0:42:27 > 0:42:30Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
0:42:30 > 0:42:33O Clifford, boist'rous Clifford,
0:42:33 > 0:42:36thou hast slain the flower of Europe for his chivalry.
0:42:36 > 0:42:39Now my soul's palace is become a prison.
0:42:40 > 0:42:43For never henceforth shall I joy again.
0:42:45 > 0:42:46Never...
0:42:47 > 0:42:50..O never shall I see more joy!
0:42:50 > 0:42:52HE SOBS
0:42:52 > 0:42:54I cannot weep.
0:42:56 > 0:42:58Weeping is for babes...
0:42:59 > 0:43:02..blows and revenge for me.
0:43:02 > 0:43:04Richard, I bear thy name;
0:43:04 > 0:43:08and I will venge thy death Or die by attempting it.
0:43:08 > 0:43:10His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;
0:43:10 > 0:43:12His dukedom and his chair with ME is left.
0:43:14 > 0:43:16For the chair and dukedom...
0:43:17 > 0:43:19..throne and kingdom say;
0:43:19 > 0:43:21Either they are thine,
0:43:21 > 0:43:23or else thou wert not his.
0:43:23 > 0:43:26How now, fair Lords?
0:43:27 > 0:43:29Thou shalt know
0:43:29 > 0:43:32this strong right hand of mine
0:43:32 > 0:43:35Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head
0:43:35 > 0:43:39Were he as famous and as bold in war
0:43:39 > 0:43:44As he is famed for mildness, peace and prayer.
0:43:45 > 0:43:48But in this troublous time, what's to be done?
0:43:48 > 0:43:52Shall we go throw our coats of steel away?
0:43:52 > 0:43:53Or shall we
0:43:53 > 0:43:56on the helmets of our foes
0:43:56 > 0:43:59Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
0:43:59 > 0:44:01If for the last,
0:44:01 > 0:44:03say, "Ay", and to it, Lords.
0:44:03 > 0:44:06Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out,
0:44:09 > 0:44:12Now, friends, to London will we march,
0:44:12 > 0:44:15And once again cry, "Charge!" upon our foes.
0:44:15 > 0:44:16Lord Warwick,
0:44:16 > 0:44:19on thy shoulder will I lean;
0:44:19 > 0:44:20And when thou fail'st,
0:44:20 > 0:44:22God forbid the hour,
0:44:23 > 0:44:26Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
0:44:26 > 0:44:29No longer Earl of March,
0:44:29 > 0:44:30but Duke of York;
0:44:30 > 0:44:34The next degree is England's royal throne.
0:44:34 > 0:44:38For King of England shalt thou be proclaimed
0:44:38 > 0:44:41In every borough as we pass along.
0:44:41 > 0:44:42King Edward!
0:44:58 > 0:44:59Welcome, my Lords.
0:45:01 > 0:45:04Yonder's the head of that arch enemy
0:45:04 > 0:45:07That sought to be encompassed with your crown.
0:45:09 > 0:45:13Doth not the object cheer your heart, my Lord?
0:45:14 > 0:45:16To see this sight
0:45:16 > 0:45:20it irks my very soul.
0:45:20 > 0:45:24Withhold revenge, dear God.
0:45:25 > 0:45:28My gracious liege,
0:45:28 > 0:45:32this too much lenity And harmful pity must be laid aside.
0:45:32 > 0:45:34Ambitious York did level at thy crown,
0:45:35 > 0:45:38He, but a duke, would have his son a king.
0:45:38 > 0:45:40Thou, being a king,
0:45:40 > 0:45:42blest with a goodly son,
0:45:42 > 0:45:45Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
0:45:45 > 0:45:47Which argued thee a most unloving father.
0:45:50 > 0:45:52Were it not pity
0:45:52 > 0:45:54that this godly boy
0:45:54 > 0:45:57Should lose his birthright by his father's fault?
0:45:58 > 0:46:00Look on the boy
0:46:01 > 0:46:03and steel thy melting heart.
0:46:05 > 0:46:07Clifford,
0:46:07 > 0:46:09didst thou never hear
0:46:09 > 0:46:14That things ill-got had ever bad success?
0:46:14 > 0:46:16And happy
0:46:16 > 0:46:19always was it for that son
0:46:19 > 0:46:22Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?
0:46:25 > 0:46:29I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind,
0:46:29 > 0:46:33And would my father had left ME no more.
0:46:35 > 0:46:38Ah,
0:46:38 > 0:46:40cousin York,
0:46:40 > 0:46:43would thy best friends did know
0:46:43 > 0:46:47How it doth grieve me that thou art thus slain.
0:46:47 > 0:46:50My Lord, cheer up your spirits:
0:46:50 > 0:46:53our foes are nigh,
0:46:53 > 0:46:58And this soft courage makes your followers faint.
0:46:59 > 0:47:01You promised knighthood to our forward son.
0:47:01 > 0:47:02Unsheathe your sword
0:47:02 > 0:47:04and dub him presently.
0:47:04 > 0:47:05Edward, kneel down.
0:47:11 > 0:47:12Edward...
0:47:13 > 0:47:15..Ned...
0:47:15 > 0:47:17Prince of Wales...
0:47:19 > 0:47:21..arise a knight,
0:47:22 > 0:47:24And learn this lesson:
0:47:25 > 0:47:28draw thy sword in right.
0:47:35 > 0:47:37My gracious father,
0:47:37 > 0:47:39by your kingly leave
0:47:39 > 0:47:42I will defend our crown unto the death.
0:47:42 > 0:47:43OXFORD: My liege...
0:47:45 > 0:47:48Royal commanders, be in readiness,
0:47:48 > 0:47:51For with a band of strongly armed men
0:47:51 > 0:47:53Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York,
0:47:53 > 0:47:56Now Edward, made so by his father's death.
0:47:56 > 0:47:58They all proclaim him King.
0:47:58 > 0:48:00Prepare your battle, for they are at hand.
0:48:03 > 0:48:05I would Your Highness would keep from the field.
0:48:05 > 0:48:09The Queen hath best success when you are absent.
0:48:10 > 0:48:12Ay, good, my Lord, and leave us to our fortune.
0:48:12 > 0:48:15Why, that's my fortune too...
0:48:18 > 0:48:20..therefore, I'll come.
0:48:21 > 0:48:23Be it with resolution, then, to fight.
0:48:56 > 0:48:58DISTANT CRIES
0:49:05 > 0:49:06DISTANT CRIES
0:49:30 > 0:49:31INAUDIBLE
0:49:43 > 0:49:46'Was ever King that joyed an earthly throne
0:49:46 > 0:49:49'And could command no more content than I?
0:49:51 > 0:49:53'No sooner was I crept out of my cradle
0:49:53 > 0:49:56'But I was made a king,
0:49:56 > 0:49:58'at nine months old.
0:49:59 > 0:50:03'Was never subject longed to be a king
0:50:03 > 0:50:07'As I do long and wish to be a subject.'
0:50:08 > 0:50:10BATTLE CRIES
0:50:14 > 0:50:17Are you there, butcher?
0:50:19 > 0:50:21Ay, crookback,
0:50:21 > 0:50:22here I stand to answer thee.
0:50:24 > 0:50:27'Twas you that killed my brother,
0:50:27 > 0:50:28was it not? Ay,
0:50:28 > 0:50:33This is the hand that stabbed thy father York,
0:50:33 > 0:50:35And here
0:50:35 > 0:50:38is the hand that slew thy brother Edmund,
0:50:38 > 0:50:39And this is the heart
0:50:39 > 0:50:42that triumphs in their death.
0:50:42 > 0:50:44Speak not spite,
0:50:44 > 0:50:47For you shall sup with Jesu Christ tonight.
0:50:47 > 0:50:49Foul stigmatic,
0:50:49 > 0:50:51that's more than thou canst tell.
0:50:51 > 0:50:56If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
0:50:56 > 0:50:57Have at thee!
0:50:59 > 0:51:01HE YELLS
0:51:09 > 0:51:10RICHARD GASPS
0:51:29 > 0:51:31O, I fall.
0:51:35 > 0:51:37Come, Richard...
0:51:38 > 0:51:40..I stabbed your father's bosom,
0:51:41 > 0:51:43Now split my breast.
0:51:44 > 0:51:45Dispatch me, Richard,
0:51:47 > 0:51:48Have mercy...
0:51:52 > 0:51:54..and dispatch.
0:52:01 > 0:52:03Disperse me, Richard - have mercy!
0:52:06 > 0:52:08Richard!
0:52:11 > 0:52:13HE GASPS AND SPLUTTERS
0:52:15 > 0:52:16O...
0:52:20 > 0:52:21..O Henry...
0:52:27 > 0:52:30..hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,
0:52:31 > 0:52:33Or as thy father and his father did,
0:52:34 > 0:52:37I and ten thousand in this luckless realm
0:52:38 > 0:52:41Had left no mourning widows for our death.
0:52:41 > 0:52:42HE GASPS
0:52:45 > 0:52:47The foe is merciless
0:52:47 > 0:52:49and will not pity.
0:52:55 > 0:52:57Much effuse of blood doth make me faint.
0:53:00 > 0:53:02Dispatch, Henry.
0:53:07 > 0:53:09HENRY UNSHEATHES HIS SWORD
0:53:19 > 0:53:21Dispatch...
0:53:25 > 0:53:27HE GASPS
0:53:36 > 0:53:37HORSE NEIGHS
0:53:39 > 0:53:41HE SPLUTTERS
0:53:53 > 0:53:56This man, like me, a humble foot soldier
0:53:56 > 0:54:00Now killed by me, will have no use for coins.
0:54:00 > 0:54:03Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
0:54:03 > 0:54:05Where are your crowns, old man?
0:54:05 > 0:54:08Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold,
0:54:08 > 0:54:10For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
0:54:18 > 0:54:20Who's this?
0:54:21 > 0:54:22O God!
0:54:23 > 0:54:25It is my father's face.
0:54:27 > 0:54:29HE MOANS
0:54:34 > 0:54:36Heavy times, begetting such events!
0:54:38 > 0:54:39That I...
0:54:40 > 0:54:43..who at his hands received my life,
0:54:44 > 0:54:48Have by MY hands of life bereaved him.
0:54:49 > 0:54:51Oh, no.
0:54:51 > 0:54:53No, no...
0:54:55 > 0:54:57It is my eldest son.
0:54:59 > 0:55:02Pardon me, God...
0:55:03 > 0:55:05..I knew not what I did;
0:55:08 > 0:55:10And pardon, father...
0:55:12 > 0:55:14..for I knew not thee.
0:55:14 > 0:55:15HE SOBS
0:55:18 > 0:55:21O, pity, God, this miserable age!
0:55:23 > 0:55:25O pity...
0:55:26 > 0:55:28..pity...
0:55:29 > 0:55:32..gentle heaven, pity!
0:55:33 > 0:55:35SOBBING
0:55:36 > 0:55:38I'll bear thee hence...
0:55:39 > 0:55:41..where I may weep my fill.
0:55:42 > 0:55:44I'll bear thee hence...
0:55:45 > 0:55:47..and let them fight that will.
0:55:49 > 0:55:51HE MOANS IN ANGUISH
0:55:57 > 0:55:58Would that I were dead...
0:56:00 > 0:56:02..if God's good will were so.
0:56:04 > 0:56:08For what is in this world
0:56:08 > 0:56:12but grief and woe?
0:56:32 > 0:56:34Away, madam, away,
0:56:34 > 0:56:35the King is missing.
0:56:35 > 0:56:40York triumphs and wallows in our spilt blood. Away!
0:56:51 > 0:56:52HE MUTTERS
0:56:52 > 0:56:54THEY LAUGH
0:56:57 > 0:57:00MEN: All hail King Edward.
0:57:03 > 0:57:06Now breathe we, Lords...
0:57:07 > 0:57:09..good fortune bids us pause
0:57:09 > 0:57:12And smoothes the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
0:57:12 > 0:57:14MAN GROANS
0:57:14 > 0:57:17Whose soul is that who takes her heavy leave?
0:57:17 > 0:57:21And now the battle's ended, If friend or foe,
0:57:21 > 0:57:23let him be gently used.
0:57:23 > 0:57:25Revoke that doom of mercy...
0:57:26 > 0:57:28..for 'tis Clifford.
0:57:30 > 0:57:32From off the city gates fetch down the head,
0:57:33 > 0:57:37Your father's head, which Clifford placed there;
0:57:37 > 0:57:41Instead whereof let HIS supply the room:
0:57:41 > 0:57:44Measure for measure
0:57:44 > 0:57:45must be answered.
0:57:45 > 0:57:48Lift up that fatal screech-owl to our house
0:57:48 > 0:57:51That nothing sung but death to us and ours.
0:57:51 > 0:57:52HE YELLS IN PAIN
0:57:53 > 0:57:55I think his understanding is bereft.
0:57:55 > 0:57:58Speak, Clifford...
0:57:59 > 0:58:00..dost thou know who speaks to thee?
0:58:00 > 0:58:02RICHARD GRUNTS MOCKINGLY
0:58:04 > 0:58:09Dark, cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
0:58:09 > 0:58:13And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.
0:58:13 > 0:58:14Clifford,
0:58:14 > 0:58:17ask mercy and obtain no grace.
0:58:19 > 0:58:23What, not an oath?
0:58:23 > 0:58:26Nay, then the world goes hard When Clifford cannot spare
0:58:26 > 0:58:28an oath for his friends,
0:58:28 > 0:58:30I know by that he's dead.
0:58:31 > 0:58:33Off with the traitor's head,
0:58:33 > 0:58:34Then to the palace
0:58:34 > 0:58:36with triumphant march,
0:58:36 > 0:58:41There to be crowned England's royal King.
0:58:45 > 0:58:47Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
0:58:47 > 0:58:51For in thy shoulder do I build my seat.
0:58:53 > 0:58:54Richard,
0:58:54 > 0:58:57I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,
0:58:57 > 0:58:59George, of Clarence.
0:58:59 > 0:59:00Warwick, as ourself,
0:59:00 > 0:59:03Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.
0:59:04 > 0:59:05Now to London,
0:59:05 > 0:59:08To see these honours in possession.
0:59:08 > 0:59:09CHUCKLING
1:01:08 > 1:01:11Now...
1:01:13 > 1:01:16..even of pure love,
1:01:16 > 1:01:20I greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
1:01:20 > 1:01:22No, Harry...
1:01:23 > 1:01:26..Harry, 'tis no land of thine;
1:01:26 > 1:01:28Thy place is filled,
1:01:28 > 1:01:30thy sceptre wrung from thee,
1:01:30 > 1:01:35Thy balm washed off wherewith thou wast anointed.
1:01:35 > 1:01:38No bending knee will call thee Caesar now,
1:01:38 > 1:01:41No, not a man comes for redress of thee.
1:01:44 > 1:01:46For how can I help them...
1:01:47 > 1:01:48..and not myself?
1:01:59 > 1:02:03Let me embrace thee, sour adversaries
1:02:03 > 1:02:06For wise men say it is the wisest course!
1:02:25 > 1:02:28This is the former King; let's seize upon him.
1:02:28 > 1:02:30Forbear awhile.
1:02:32 > 1:02:33O God!
1:02:33 > 1:02:38Methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain,
1:02:39 > 1:02:41Thereby
1:02:41 > 1:02:44to see the minutes how they run,
1:02:45 > 1:02:48How many make the hour full complete,
1:02:49 > 1:02:52How many hours bring about the day,
1:02:53 > 1:02:57How many days will finish up the year.
1:02:59 > 1:03:04How many years a mortal man may live.
1:03:05 > 1:03:09When this is known, then to divide the times:
1:03:10 > 1:03:12So many hours must I tend my flock,
1:03:12 > 1:03:16So many days my ewes have been with young,
1:03:16 > 1:03:19So many years ere I shall shear the fleece.
1:03:21 > 1:03:23So, minutes,
1:03:23 > 1:03:25hours,
1:03:25 > 1:03:27days, months and years,
1:03:27 > 1:03:31Passed over to the end they were created,
1:03:31 > 1:03:34Would bring white hairs
1:03:34 > 1:03:37unto a quiet grave.
1:03:38 > 1:03:40Ah...
1:03:41 > 1:03:43..what a life were this...
1:03:44 > 1:03:48..how sweet, how lovely!
1:03:49 > 1:03:53Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade
1:03:53 > 1:03:56To shepherds looking on their silly sheep,
1:03:56 > 1:03:59Than doth a rich embroidered canopy
1:03:59 > 1:04:02To kings that...
1:04:02 > 1:04:05that fear their subjects' treachery?
1:04:10 > 1:04:12O, yes, it doth...
1:04:15 > 1:04:18..a thousandfold it doth.
1:04:18 > 1:04:20Say...
1:04:21 > 1:04:24..what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?
1:04:24 > 1:04:26More than I seem,
1:04:26 > 1:04:29and less than I was born to:
1:04:29 > 1:04:33For men may talk of kings, and why not I?
1:04:33 > 1:04:35Ay...
1:04:36 > 1:04:38..but thou talk'st as if thou WERT a king.
1:04:38 > 1:04:40Why, so I am,
1:04:40 > 1:04:43in mind, and that's enough.
1:04:44 > 1:04:47If thou be a king,
1:04:47 > 1:04:48where is thy crown?
1:04:49 > 1:04:51My crown is in my heart...
1:04:52 > 1:04:55..not on my head: Nor to be seen.
1:04:56 > 1:04:59My crown is called content,
1:05:00 > 1:05:03A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
1:05:03 > 1:05:08Well, if thou be a king crowned with content
1:05:08 > 1:05:10You must be contented
1:05:10 > 1:05:12To go along with us.
1:05:12 > 1:05:15SHOUTING
1:05:16 > 1:05:19DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS
1:05:43 > 1:05:48BISHOP OF ELY: God save King Edward, fourth of that name!
1:05:48 > 1:05:51ALL: God save the King!
1:06:10 > 1:06:13BELL RINGS, LOCK RATTLES
1:06:15 > 1:06:18What is Your Lordship's business in France?
1:06:18 > 1:06:20To make the French King's sister Edward's queen.
1:06:20 > 1:06:23So shalt he sinew both these lands together
1:06:23 > 1:06:26And, having France our friend, we shall not dread
1:06:26 > 1:06:29The scattered foe that hopes to rise again.
1:06:29 > 1:06:30THEY CHUCKLE SOFTLY
1:06:30 > 1:06:33Thus Margaret used her state and birth
1:06:33 > 1:06:37To gain sanctuary for her and her son
1:06:37 > 1:06:39At the very heart of Louis' court.
1:06:40 > 1:06:43King Louis cannot greatly sting to hurt,
1:06:43 > 1:06:46Yet look to have him buzz to offend thine ears.
1:06:46 > 1:06:49He is a prince soon won with moving words.
1:06:50 > 1:06:53King Louis hath been tainted with remorse
1:06:53 > 1:06:57To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears,
1:06:57 > 1:06:59Queen Margaret is a subtle orator.
1:06:59 > 1:07:03The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn.
1:07:04 > 1:07:06Thou speaks't truth.
1:07:06 > 1:07:07Farewell, my Lord.
1:07:07 > 1:07:10Lord Hastings...farewell.
1:07:10 > 1:07:12BELL RINGS
1:07:34 > 1:07:37Good King of England, at Edgecote field
1:07:37 > 1:07:40This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,
1:07:40 > 1:07:42His lands then seized on by Lancastrians,
1:07:42 > 1:07:44Her suit is now to repossess those lands.
1:07:44 > 1:07:47Your Highness shall do well to grant her suit,
1:07:47 > 1:07:49It were dishonour to deny it her.
1:07:50 > 1:07:53Ugh! Well, widow, we will consider of your suit
1:07:53 > 1:07:55And come some other time to know our mind.
1:07:55 > 1:07:57Right gracious Lord, I cannot brook delay.
1:07:57 > 1:07:59May it please Your Highness to resolve me now
1:07:59 > 1:08:02And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.
1:08:10 > 1:08:13I see the lady hath a thing to grant
1:08:13 > 1:08:17Before the King will grant her humble suit.
1:08:18 > 1:08:23How many children hast thou, widow, tell me?
1:08:23 > 1:08:25One son, my gracious Lord.
1:08:26 > 1:08:28'Twere pity he should lose his father's lands.
1:08:28 > 1:08:31Be pitiful, dread Lord, and grant it then.
1:08:31 > 1:08:32Lords, give us leave.
1:08:46 > 1:08:48DOOR SHUTS
1:08:52 > 1:08:54Now, tell me, madam...
1:08:55 > 1:08:56..do you love your son?
1:08:56 > 1:08:59Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
1:08:59 > 1:09:01And would you not do much to do him good?
1:09:01 > 1:09:03To do him good, I would sustain some harm.
1:09:03 > 1:09:07Then get your husband's lands to do him good.
1:09:07 > 1:09:09Therefore I came unto Your Majesty.
1:09:11 > 1:09:14What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?
1:09:14 > 1:09:16What you command that rests in me to do.
1:09:16 > 1:09:19But you will take exceptions to my boon.
1:09:19 > 1:09:21No, gracious Lord, except I cannot do it.
1:09:21 > 1:09:23Ay, but thou canst do what I do mean to ask.
1:09:23 > 1:09:26Well, then, I will do what Your Grace commands.
1:09:34 > 1:09:37What stops my Lord, shall I not hear my task?
1:09:37 > 1:09:40An easy task - 'tis but to love a king.
1:09:40 > 1:09:43That's soon performed, because I am a subject.
1:09:43 > 1:09:48No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
1:09:48 > 1:09:50Well, then, you mean not as I thought you did.
1:09:52 > 1:09:54To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
1:09:54 > 1:09:56To tell YOU plain, I had rather lie in prison.
1:09:56 > 1:09:59HE SCOFFS
1:09:59 > 1:10:02Why then, thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.
1:10:02 > 1:10:04Well, then, mine honesty shall be my dower,
1:10:04 > 1:10:06For by that loss I will not purchase them.
1:10:06 > 1:10:08Therein thou wrong'st thy child mightily.
1:10:08 > 1:10:12Herein Your Highness wrongs both him and me
1:10:12 > 1:10:14In thy suggestion I become thy whore.
1:10:18 > 1:10:20You do mistake my meaning, lady.
1:10:23 > 1:10:26Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?
1:10:26 > 1:10:29SHE SCOFFS
1:10:29 > 1:10:31His queen, my Lord?
1:10:31 > 1:10:32Sweet widow...
1:10:35 > 1:10:37..by my state, I swear to thee,
1:10:37 > 1:10:40I mean no more than what my soul intends...
1:10:43 > 1:10:45And that is to enjoy thee for my love.
1:10:45 > 1:10:47And that is more than I will yield unto.
1:10:47 > 1:10:49List to me, widow...
1:10:51 > 1:10:53I did mean my queen.
1:11:05 > 1:11:08FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYS
1:11:20 > 1:11:23QUIET CHATTER
1:11:24 > 1:11:26MAN LAUGHS
1:11:33 > 1:11:34Welcome, brave Warwick!
1:11:35 > 1:11:37What brings thee to France?
1:11:37 > 1:11:40From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
1:11:40 > 1:11:43I come in kindness and unfeigned love,
1:11:43 > 1:11:46First, to crave a league of amity
1:11:46 > 1:11:50And then to confirm that friendship with a nuptial knot,
1:11:50 > 1:11:56if thou vouchsafe to grant that virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,
1:11:56 > 1:12:00To England's King in lawful marriage.
1:12:00 > 1:12:03King Louis and Lady Bona, hear me speak
1:12:03 > 1:12:07Before you answer Warwick. His demand
1:12:07 > 1:12:12Springs not from Edward's well-meant, honest love,
1:12:12 > 1:12:14But from...deceit... COURTIERS GASP
1:12:14 > 1:12:17..bred by necessity,
1:12:17 > 1:12:21For how can tyrants safely govern home,
1:12:21 > 1:12:24Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
1:12:24 > 1:12:27Injurious, Margaret... And why not "queen"?
1:12:27 > 1:12:29Because thy father Henry did usurp
1:12:29 > 1:12:31And she is no more queen than thou art a prince.
1:12:31 > 1:12:35Why, Warwick, canst thou speak 'gainst thy true King
1:12:35 > 1:12:37And not betray thy treason with a blush?
1:12:37 > 1:12:41For shame, Oxford, Leave Henry and call Edward King.
1:12:41 > 1:12:43No, Warwick, no,
1:12:43 > 1:12:45While life upholds this arm,
1:12:45 > 1:12:48This arm upholds the House of Lancaster.
1:12:48 > 1:12:49And I the House of York!
1:12:49 > 1:12:51COURTIERS LAUGH Now, Warwick,
1:12:51 > 1:12:55Tell me, even upon thy conscience, Is Edward your true King?
1:12:55 > 1:12:58HE SIGHS
1:12:58 > 1:13:00For I were loath
1:13:00 > 1:13:02To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
1:13:04 > 1:13:08Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
1:13:12 > 1:13:14Our sister shall be Edward's.
1:13:14 > 1:13:17COURTIERS: Ah! COURTIERS APPLAUD
1:13:26 > 1:13:30Until today, Louis WAS Henry's friend.
1:13:30 > 1:13:32And still is friend to him and Margaret.
1:13:32 > 1:13:34And shall you have all kindness at my hand
1:13:34 > 1:13:37That your estate requires and mine can yield.
1:13:37 > 1:13:39TRUMPET FANFARE, DOOR OPENS
1:13:41 > 1:13:45Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
1:13:45 > 1:13:49My Lord of Warwick, this letter is for you, sent from your brother.
1:13:51 > 1:13:54This, from our King unto Your Highness.
1:13:56 > 1:13:58And Margaret
1:13:58 > 1:14:01This for you, from whom I know not.
1:14:16 > 1:14:19Has your King married the Lady Grey?
1:14:19 > 1:14:21COURTIERS GASP
1:14:22 > 1:14:25Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?
1:14:25 > 1:14:28Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
1:14:28 > 1:14:32King Louis, I here protest, in sight of heaven
1:14:32 > 1:14:36That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's.
1:14:36 > 1:14:39No more my King, for he dishonours me
1:14:39 > 1:14:42But most himself if he could see his shame.
1:14:44 > 1:14:47Did I impale him with the regal crown?
1:14:47 > 1:14:50Did I put Henry from his native right?
1:14:50 > 1:14:54And am rewarded at the last with shame?
1:14:54 > 1:14:57Shame on himself, for my desert is honour!
1:15:01 > 1:15:03I here renounce him... COURTIERS GASP
1:15:03 > 1:15:05..and return to Henry.
1:15:09 > 1:15:12My noble Queen, let former grudges pass,
1:15:12 > 1:15:16And henceforth I am thy true servitor.
1:15:16 > 1:15:19I will revenge this wrong to Lady Bona
1:15:19 > 1:15:22And replant Henry in his former state.
1:15:26 > 1:15:27Warwick...
1:15:31 > 1:15:37These words have turned my hate to love...
1:15:37 > 1:15:39COURTIERS GASP
1:15:39 > 1:15:42..and I forgive and quite forget old faults,
1:15:42 > 1:15:45And joy that thou becom'st King Henry's friend.
1:15:45 > 1:15:50So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,
1:15:50 > 1:15:54That if King Louis will vouchsafe to furnish us
1:15:54 > 1:15:57With some few bands of chosen soldiers,
1:15:57 > 1:15:59I'll undertake to land them on our coast
1:15:59 > 1:16:03And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
1:16:03 > 1:16:07Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged
1:16:07 > 1:16:10But by thy help to this distressed Queen?
1:16:11 > 1:16:14You shall have aid. COURTIERS GASP
1:16:14 > 1:16:16Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
1:16:16 > 1:16:20Then, England's messenger, return in post,
1:16:20 > 1:16:21And tell false Edward
1:16:23 > 1:16:24Thy supposed King,
1:16:24 > 1:16:26That Louis of France is sending over masquers
1:16:26 > 1:16:28To revel it with him and his new bride.
1:16:28 > 1:16:30Tell him
1:16:30 > 1:16:33I am ready to put armour on.
1:16:33 > 1:16:36Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
1:16:36 > 1:16:40Therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.
1:16:40 > 1:16:43Warwick, answer me one doubt.
1:16:43 > 1:16:46What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
1:16:51 > 1:16:55This assures my constant loyalty.
1:16:55 > 1:16:59That, if our Queen and this young Prince agree...
1:16:59 > 1:17:03I'll join mine youngest daughter, Lady Anne
1:17:03 > 1:17:07To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.
1:17:09 > 1:17:11Yes...
1:17:11 > 1:17:14I agree. COURTIERS MURMUR
1:17:14 > 1:17:15And thank you for your motion.
1:17:15 > 1:17:17Son Edward...
1:17:19 > 1:17:22Yes. I accept. COURTIERS GASP
1:17:22 > 1:17:25Now here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
1:17:28 > 1:17:32I long till Edward fall by war's mischance
1:17:32 > 1:17:34For mocking marriage with a dame of France!
1:17:36 > 1:17:39BALL CLATTERS
1:17:40 > 1:17:41COURTIERS GASP
1:17:41 > 1:17:44MAN: Good shot, sire! Well played.
1:17:49 > 1:17:51KING EDWARD: Aah! COURTIERS: Ooh!
1:17:51 > 1:17:53APPLAUSE
1:17:53 > 1:17:54MAN: Again.
1:17:56 > 1:17:59COURTIERS GASP, APPLAUSE
1:18:05 > 1:18:07COURTIERS: Oh!
1:18:07 > 1:18:09APPLAUSE
1:18:11 > 1:18:13MAN: Well done.
1:18:13 > 1:18:15COURTIERS CHATTER
1:18:19 > 1:18:22Now, brother of Clarence,
1:18:22 > 1:18:24how like you our choice of wife?
1:18:27 > 1:18:29GEORGE SIGHS
1:18:29 > 1:18:31I am your King and I must have my will.
1:18:31 > 1:18:34And shall have your will, because our King.
1:18:34 > 1:18:38Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
1:18:38 > 1:18:40Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?
1:18:40 > 1:18:41Not I, no.
1:18:41 > 1:18:43God forbid that I should wish them severed,
1:18:43 > 1:18:45Whom God hath joined together!
1:18:45 > 1:18:48Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,
1:18:48 > 1:18:50Give me some reason why thou disapproves
1:18:50 > 1:18:53Of Elizabeth as my wife and England's Queen.
1:18:53 > 1:18:55Speak freely what you think.
1:18:59 > 1:19:03Then, to have joined with France in sound alliance
1:19:03 > 1:19:05By marrying the proud King Louis' sister
1:19:05 > 1:19:09Would more have strengthened this, our commonwealth,
1:19:09 > 1:19:10Than any home-bred marriage.
1:19:10 > 1:19:12Ay, what of that?
1:19:12 > 1:19:14It was my will and grant,
1:19:14 > 1:19:16And for this once, my will shall stand for law.
1:19:16 > 1:19:20And yet methinks Your Grace hath not done well
1:19:20 > 1:19:22To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales
1:19:22 > 1:19:24Unto the brother of your loving bride.
1:19:24 > 1:19:26She better would have suited me than Rivers.
1:19:26 > 1:19:28Alas poor Clarence
1:19:28 > 1:19:31Is it for a wife that thou art malcontent?
1:19:31 > 1:19:33Well, I will provide thee.
1:19:33 > 1:19:35And in choosing for yourself you've shown your judgment,
1:19:35 > 1:19:38Which being shallow, you shall give me leave
1:19:38 > 1:19:41To play the broker in mine own behalf.
1:19:41 > 1:19:43And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.
1:19:43 > 1:19:45Leave me, or tarry,
1:19:45 > 1:19:48Edward will be King and not be tied unto his brother's will.
1:19:54 > 1:19:57My Lord, their dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,
1:19:57 > 1:20:01Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
1:20:01 > 1:20:04My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns.
1:20:04 > 1:20:07What danger or what sorrow can befall you
1:20:07 > 1:20:09So long as Edward is thy constant friend
1:20:09 > 1:20:12And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?
1:20:14 > 1:20:17And they shall obey, and love thee too
1:20:20 > 1:20:23Unless they seek for hatred at my hands.
1:20:29 > 1:20:31BELL RINGS
1:20:31 > 1:20:32My liege!
1:20:32 > 1:20:35What letters or what news from France Good Hastings?
1:20:35 > 1:20:38And what answer makes King Louis unto our letters?
1:20:38 > 1:20:40"Go tell false Edward, thy supposed King,
1:20:40 > 1:20:43"That Louis of France is sending over masquers
1:20:43 > 1:20:45"To revel it with him and his new bride."
1:20:45 > 1:20:47Is Louis so brave?
1:20:47 > 1:20:48But what said Henry's Queen?
1:20:48 > 1:20:50For I am sure that she was there in place.
1:20:50 > 1:20:53"Tell him," quoth she, "I am ready to put armour on."
1:20:53 > 1:20:56Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
1:20:56 > 1:20:59But what said Warwick to these injuries?
1:21:00 > 1:21:03He, more incensed against Your Majesty than all the rest,
1:21:03 > 1:21:05Sent to my liege these words,
1:21:05 > 1:21:08"Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
1:21:08 > 1:21:11"And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long."
1:21:11 > 1:21:13Ha!
1:21:13 > 1:21:16Durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
1:21:16 > 1:21:18Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarned.
1:21:18 > 1:21:22They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
1:21:23 > 1:21:27But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
1:21:27 > 1:21:28Ay.
1:21:29 > 1:21:32Gracious sovereign, they are so linked in friendship
1:21:32 > 1:21:34That the young prince will marry Warwick's daughter, Anne.
1:21:36 > 1:21:40Now, brother King, farewell, and sit you fast,
1:21:40 > 1:21:42For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter,
1:21:42 > 1:21:45That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
1:21:45 > 1:21:49May I not prove inferior to yourself.
1:21:55 > 1:21:57My brother flies to Warwick?
1:21:57 > 1:21:59Yet, am I arm'd against the worst can happen,
1:21:59 > 1:22:01And haste is needful in this desp'rate case.
1:22:01 > 1:22:04They are already, or quickly will be, landed.
1:22:04 > 1:22:06I need to levy men and make for war.
1:22:06 > 1:22:08But ere I go, brother Richard...
1:22:12 > 1:22:15Tell me if YOU love Warwick more than me.
1:22:15 > 1:22:18If it be so, then go, depart to him.
1:22:18 > 1:22:21I rather wish for foes than hollow friends.
1:22:23 > 1:22:25Will you stand by us?
1:22:27 > 1:22:29Yay.
1:22:32 > 1:22:35And in despite of those that shall withstand you.
1:22:37 > 1:22:39BELLS RING OUT
1:22:51 > 1:22:53Trust me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well.
1:22:53 > 1:22:54Ah...
1:22:54 > 1:22:57The common people, by numbers, swarm to us.
1:22:58 > 1:23:00And see where Clarence waits.
1:23:02 > 1:23:05Speak suddenly, my Lord, are we all friends?
1:23:06 > 1:23:08Fear not that, my Lord.
1:23:08 > 1:23:11Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick.
1:23:11 > 1:23:13I hold it cowardice
1:23:13 > 1:23:15To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
1:23:15 > 1:23:18Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love,
1:23:18 > 1:23:21Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother,
1:23:21 > 1:23:24Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.
1:23:25 > 1:23:28But welcome, George.
1:23:30 > 1:23:32My younger daughter shall be thine.
1:23:36 > 1:23:38My Lord!
1:23:53 > 1:23:55BIRDS CRY
1:24:01 > 1:24:02Open the gate!
1:24:02 > 1:24:05Open the gate for Lord Warwick!
1:24:22 > 1:24:24DOOR CREAKS
1:24:34 > 1:24:37HENRY SHUDDERS
1:24:43 > 1:24:46HENRY QUIVERS
1:24:59 > 1:25:02HENRY WHIMPERS
1:25:14 > 1:25:15Father.
1:25:28 > 1:25:31HE SOBS
1:27:13 > 1:27:16SHUDDERING BREATHS
1:27:25 > 1:27:26Good Warwick.
1:27:27 > 1:27:34After God, thou set'st me free.
1:27:34 > 1:27:39He was the author, thou the instrument.
1:27:40 > 1:27:48Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite
1:27:50 > 1:27:57And that the people of this blessed land
1:27:57 > 1:28:03May not be punished by my thwarting stars,
1:28:03 > 1:28:05Warwick...
1:28:07 > 1:28:12..although my head still wear the crown,
1:28:12 > 1:28:18I here resign my government to thee,
1:28:18 > 1:28:23For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
1:28:23 > 1:28:28And I choose only Clarence for Protector.
1:28:30 > 1:28:33Warwick and Clarence give me both your hands.
1:28:37 > 1:28:43Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,
1:28:45 > 1:28:48That no dissension hinder government.
1:28:48 > 1:28:52I make you both protectors of this land,
1:28:53 > 1:28:57While I myself will lead a private life here
1:28:57 > 1:29:02And spend my latter days in devotion,
1:29:02 > 1:29:08To sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise.
1:29:09 > 1:29:13We'll yoke together, like a double shadow
1:29:13 > 1:29:17To Henry's body, and supply his place.
1:29:17 > 1:29:20Then for the first of all your chief affairs
1:29:20 > 1:29:24Let me entreat, for I command no more,
1:29:24 > 1:29:25That Margaret, your Queen
1:29:25 > 1:29:28Be sent for, to return from France with speed.
1:29:30 > 1:29:35It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
1:29:38 > 1:29:41And Exeter, what youth is that,
1:29:41 > 1:29:43Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
1:29:45 > 1:29:49My liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond.
1:29:50 > 1:29:53After yourself and your young son the Prince,
1:29:54 > 1:29:57He is the last descendent of old John of Gaunt.
1:29:57 > 1:29:59He is the House of Lancaster.
1:30:03 > 1:30:07Come hither, England's hope.
1:30:17 > 1:30:20If secret powers
1:30:20 > 1:30:23Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
1:30:25 > 1:30:28This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.
1:30:31 > 1:30:33Make much of him, Lords.
1:30:35 > 1:30:37Come, sit by me.
1:30:37 > 1:30:38What counsel, Lords?
1:30:40 > 1:30:43Let's levy men, meet Edward in the field.
1:30:43 > 1:30:47Farewell, sweet Lords, let's meet at Tewkesbury.
1:30:50 > 1:30:53Of this young Richmond,
1:30:53 > 1:30:56Forthwith I'll take him hence to Brittany,
1:30:56 > 1:30:59Till storms be past of civil enmity.
1:31:00 > 1:31:02It shall be so.
1:31:18 > 1:31:20WHINNYING
1:31:35 > 1:31:36Halt!
1:31:38 > 1:31:41We have come to parley with Warwick.
1:31:49 > 1:31:52HAMMERS RING
1:31:52 > 1:31:54MURMURING
1:31:56 > 1:31:59See where the surly Warwick sits.
1:31:59 > 1:32:03O, unbid spite, is sportful Edward come?
1:32:03 > 1:32:07Now, Warwick, wilt thou, as is thy duty,
1:32:07 > 1:32:11Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee
1:32:11 > 1:32:16Call me thy King and at my hands beg mercy?
1:32:16 > 1:32:18Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
1:32:18 > 1:32:22Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?
1:32:22 > 1:32:24Call Warwick patron and be penitent
1:32:24 > 1:32:26And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
1:32:26 > 1:32:27RICHARD SIGHS
1:32:27 > 1:32:30Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
1:32:30 > 1:32:33I will do thee service for so good a gift.
1:32:33 > 1:32:34BLADES CLATTER
1:32:34 > 1:32:37'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
1:32:37 > 1:32:41Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
1:32:41 > 1:32:44Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down.
1:32:44 > 1:32:45Kneel down!
1:32:48 > 1:32:52Nay, when? Strike now, or else the iron cools.
1:32:52 > 1:32:54I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
1:32:54 > 1:32:55And with the other fling it at thy face,
1:32:55 > 1:32:56Than bear so low a sail.
1:32:56 > 1:32:58HORSE NEIGHS
1:33:00 > 1:33:06And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,
1:33:08 > 1:33:10With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
1:33:10 > 1:33:14More than the nature of a brother's love!
1:33:17 > 1:33:19Come, Clarence, come.
1:33:19 > 1:33:22Thou wilt, if Warwick call.
1:33:37 > 1:33:38Brother?
1:33:47 > 1:33:50Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
1:33:54 > 1:34:00Look here, I throw my infamy at thee.
1:34:02 > 1:34:05I will not ruinate my father's house,
1:34:05 > 1:34:08Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
1:34:08 > 1:34:11And set up Lancaster.
1:34:12 > 1:34:15I am so sorry for my trespass made
1:34:15 > 1:34:18That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
1:34:19 > 1:34:23I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe.
1:34:23 > 1:34:26With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee
1:34:26 > 1:34:29To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
1:34:31 > 1:34:38And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee
1:34:38 > 1:34:41And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.
1:34:51 > 1:34:56Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends.
1:34:58 > 1:35:02And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
1:35:02 > 1:35:07For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
1:35:07 > 1:35:12Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
1:35:12 > 1:35:16Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
1:35:16 > 1:35:19Welcome, good Clarence,
1:35:19 > 1:35:23this is brother-like.
1:35:29 > 1:35:35O passing traitor, perjured and unjust.
1:35:35 > 1:35:38What, Warwick, wilt thou leave thy tent and fight?
1:35:38 > 1:35:40Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
1:35:40 > 1:35:44Alas, I am not cooped here for defence.
1:35:47 > 1:35:49I will unto the field presently,
1:35:49 > 1:35:55And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.
1:35:55 > 1:36:00Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
1:36:00 > 1:36:03Come, Lords, to the field,
1:36:03 > 1:36:06Saint George, and victory!
1:36:27 > 1:36:30BIRDSONG
1:36:47 > 1:36:50TWIG SNAPS
1:36:50 > 1:36:52FOOTSTEPS AND DRUMMING
1:36:56 > 1:36:58SHOUTING, HOOVES APPROACH
1:37:17 > 1:37:19HE MOUTHS
1:37:38 > 1:37:40HORNS BLARE
1:37:44 > 1:37:46SHOUTING
1:37:53 > 1:37:54Forward!
1:37:54 > 1:37:56Charge!
1:37:56 > 1:37:58SOLDIERS ROAR
1:37:59 > 1:38:01THEY YELL COMMANDS
1:38:04 > 1:38:05Argh!
1:38:08 > 1:38:10Charge!
1:38:10 > 1:38:12Charge!
1:38:15 > 1:38:18SCREAMING
1:38:22 > 1:38:24BLADES SLICE
1:38:26 > 1:38:27GROANS
1:38:39 > 1:38:42HORSE WHINNIES
1:39:20 > 1:39:23ANGUISHED SCREAMS
1:39:33 > 1:39:35SHE YELLS
1:39:44 > 1:39:46BLADE SLICES
1:39:59 > 1:40:03It grieves me to see thee once more a traitor, Clarence.
1:40:09 > 1:40:11Come!
1:40:15 > 1:40:16Why dost thou pause?
1:40:16 > 1:40:20With thy brave bearing should I be in love, Exeter
1:40:20 > 1:40:23But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
1:40:23 > 1:40:26Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
1:40:26 > 1:40:29But that its shows ignobly and in treason.
1:40:29 > 1:40:31THEY GRUNT
1:40:43 > 1:40:46WARWICK YELLS
1:40:55 > 1:40:57HE PANTS
1:41:09 > 1:41:11EXETER GRUNTS
1:41:22 > 1:41:24HE PANTS
1:41:26 > 1:41:28BLADE SLICES Ugh!
1:41:28 > 1:41:33War hath given thee peace, now thou art still.
1:41:37 > 1:41:39EXETER GROANS
1:41:39 > 1:41:45Peace to his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
1:41:52 > 1:41:54BLADES CLASH, SHOUTING
1:41:56 > 1:41:59BLADE SLICES, HE GRUNTS
1:42:17 > 1:42:19HE MOANS
1:42:24 > 1:42:28'Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge.
1:42:28 > 1:42:34'Lo, now my glory smeared in dust and blood.
1:42:34 > 1:42:38'Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
1:42:38 > 1:42:46'And, live we how we can, yet die we must.'
1:42:46 > 1:42:47Warwick...
1:42:48 > 1:42:50Ah, Warwick...
1:42:53 > 1:42:55Warwick, wert thou as we are
1:42:55 > 1:42:58We might recover all our loss again.
1:42:58 > 1:43:05HOARSELY: Look to my daughter, Oxford, look to Anne
1:43:05 > 1:43:07And keep her safe.
1:43:07 > 1:43:10HE COUGHS
1:43:11 > 1:43:14I bid you farewell
1:43:14 > 1:43:18to meet in heaven...
1:43:18 > 1:43:20WHEEZING BREATH
1:43:36 > 1:43:38OXFORD SOBS
1:43:52 > 1:43:55FLIES BUZZ
1:44:19 > 1:44:21TWIG SNAPS
1:44:21 > 1:44:23FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
1:44:31 > 1:44:35SHOUTING, TRUMPET FANFARE
1:44:35 > 1:44:38Ha! Victory for York!
1:44:38 > 1:44:40THEY CHEER
1:44:42 > 1:44:44Take her!
1:45:09 > 1:45:10Hang the traitor.
1:45:10 > 1:45:13Go, send him hence, I will not hear him speak.
1:45:13 > 1:45:15Come on.
1:45:17 > 1:45:21God save King Henry! God save Queen Margaret!
1:45:23 > 1:45:27So part we sadly in this troublous world
1:45:27 > 1:45:32To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem!
1:45:33 > 1:45:36Lo where youthful Prince Ned comes.
1:45:36 > 1:45:38LAUGHTER
1:45:38 > 1:45:39Ned!
1:45:39 > 1:45:40Bring forth the gallant,
1:45:40 > 1:45:42Let us hear him speak.
1:45:45 > 1:45:48What? Can so young a thorn begin to prick?
1:45:48 > 1:45:50MEN LAUGH
1:45:50 > 1:45:53Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
1:45:53 > 1:45:56For all the trouble thou hast turned me to?
1:45:56 > 1:46:03Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York.
1:46:03 > 1:46:06Suppose that I am now my father's mouth.
1:46:06 > 1:46:12Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, traitor.
1:46:13 > 1:46:17By heaven, wretch, we'll plague thee for that word!
1:46:17 > 1:46:20Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
1:46:20 > 1:46:24Untutored lad, thou art impudent.
1:46:24 > 1:46:29I know my duty, you are all undutiful.
1:46:29 > 1:46:34Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George.
1:46:34 > 1:46:37And thou, misshapen Dick.
1:46:37 > 1:46:39MARGARET: Ned!
1:46:39 > 1:46:44I tell ye all I am your better, traitors as ye are,
1:46:44 > 1:46:50And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
1:46:50 > 1:46:54THEY LAUGH
1:46:55 > 1:46:57Take that! NED SCREAMS
1:46:57 > 1:47:00MARGARET HOWLS
1:47:00 > 1:47:01NED PANTS
1:47:03 > 1:47:05Sprawl'st thou?
1:47:08 > 1:47:11Take this, to end thy agony.
1:47:15 > 1:47:17Kill me too!
1:47:17 > 1:47:19Marry, and shall.
1:47:19 > 1:47:23Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much.
1:47:26 > 1:47:32Why should she live, to fill the world with words?
1:47:47 > 1:47:49MARGARET WAILS
1:47:55 > 1:47:59Excuse me to the King my brother,
1:47:59 > 1:48:02I'll hence to London on a serious matter.
1:48:02 > 1:48:05Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
1:48:05 > 1:48:06What?
1:48:06 > 1:48:08The Tower. The Tower.
1:48:22 > 1:48:25Away with her. I charge ye, bear her hence.
1:48:25 > 1:48:30Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here.
1:48:30 > 1:48:32Here!
1:48:33 > 1:48:35Away with her and waft her hence to France.
1:48:38 > 1:48:40Where's Richard gone?
1:48:42 > 1:48:46To London all in haste and as I guess
1:48:46 > 1:48:50To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
1:48:52 > 1:48:54He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
1:49:21 > 1:49:27Victory for York and victory for Edward
1:49:27 > 1:49:32Now Duke of York, soon to be a king.
1:49:38 > 1:49:46Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,
1:49:46 > 1:49:50That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring
1:49:50 > 1:49:55To cross me from the golden time I look for.
1:50:00 > 1:50:02I do but dream on sovereignty...
1:50:05 > 1:50:07Like one that stands upon a promontory
1:50:07 > 1:50:11And spies a far-off shore
1:50:11 > 1:50:14So do I wish for the crown,
1:50:14 > 1:50:16being so far off.
1:50:26 > 1:50:32My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,
1:50:32 > 1:50:35Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
1:50:37 > 1:50:40Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard,
1:50:40 > 1:50:43What other pleasure can the world afford?
1:50:44 > 1:50:48I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
1:50:48 > 1:50:51And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
1:50:55 > 1:50:56O!
1:50:57 > 1:51:00O miserable thought,
1:51:00 > 1:51:03and more unlikely
1:51:03 > 1:51:07Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
1:51:10 > 1:51:16Why, Love forswore me in my mother's womb,
1:51:16 > 1:51:21And did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,
1:51:21 > 1:51:25To shrink mine arm up like a withered shrub,
1:51:25 > 1:51:28To place an envious mountain on my back,
1:51:28 > 1:51:33Where sits deformity to mock my body,
1:51:33 > 1:51:36To shape my legs of an unequal size,
1:51:36 > 1:51:38To disproportion me in every part,
1:51:38 > 1:51:40Like to a CHAOS!
1:51:45 > 1:51:48And am I then a man to be beloved?
1:51:50 > 1:51:54O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
1:52:00 > 1:52:04Then, since the earth affords no joy to me,
1:52:06 > 1:52:08I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
1:52:10 > 1:52:15And, whiles I live, account this world but hell.
1:52:18 > 1:52:20DOOR CREAKS
1:52:26 > 1:52:30And yet I know not how to get the crown,
1:52:30 > 1:52:33For many lives stand between me and home,
1:52:37 > 1:52:40And I, like one lost in a thorny wood,
1:52:40 > 1:52:43Seeking a way and straying from the way,
1:52:43 > 1:52:48Torment myself to catch the English crown.
1:52:50 > 1:52:54And from that torment I will free myself,
1:52:54 > 1:52:58Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
1:53:04 > 1:53:08Why, I can smile,
1:53:08 > 1:53:12and murder whiles I smile,
1:53:12 > 1:53:17And cry "content!" to that which grieves my heart,
1:53:19 > 1:53:24And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
1:53:24 > 1:53:28And frame my face to all occasions.
1:53:30 > 1:53:33Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
1:53:33 > 1:53:39Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.
1:54:03 > 1:54:06KEY TURNS IN LOCK
1:54:10 > 1:54:12DOOR CREAKS
1:54:19 > 1:54:20Good day, my Lord.
1:54:23 > 1:54:26What, at your book so hard?
1:54:32 > 1:54:36Sirrah, leave us to ourselves.
1:54:36 > 1:54:38We must confer.
1:54:49 > 1:54:52So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf.
1:54:54 > 1:54:58What scene of death hath we two now to act?
1:54:58 > 1:55:03Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind,
1:55:03 > 1:55:06The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
1:55:06 > 1:55:10Ah, kill me with thy weapons, not with words!
1:55:10 > 1:55:12My breast can better brook thy dagger's point
1:55:12 > 1:55:16Than can my ears that tragic history.
1:55:16 > 1:55:18But wherefore dids't thou come?
1:55:18 > 1:55:21Is't for my life?
1:55:21 > 1:55:23Think'st thou I am an executioner?
1:55:23 > 1:55:25A persecutor I am sure, thou art,
1:55:25 > 1:55:28If murdering innocents be executing,
1:55:28 > 1:55:32Why then, thou art an executioner.
1:55:32 > 1:55:35Thy son I killed for his presumption.
1:55:44 > 1:55:49Hadst thou been killed when first thou didst presume
1:55:49 > 1:55:53Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
1:55:53 > 1:55:59And thus I prophesy - that many a thousand,
1:55:59 > 1:56:05Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
1:56:05 > 1:56:09Orphans for their parents' timeless deaths,
1:56:09 > 1:56:14Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
1:56:14 > 1:56:19The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign,
1:56:19 > 1:56:26Dogs howled, and hideous tempest shook down trees.
1:56:26 > 1:56:30Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
1:56:30 > 1:56:34And, yet brought forth less than a mother's hope,
1:56:34 > 1:56:39To wit, an indigested and deformed lump.
1:56:40 > 1:56:44Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
1:56:44 > 1:56:48To signify thou camest to bite the world.
1:56:48 > 1:56:50And, if the rest be true which I have...
1:56:50 > 1:56:53I'll hear no more! Die, prophet in thy speech!
1:56:53 > 1:56:55HENRY GASPS
1:56:55 > 1:56:58For this amongst the rest, was I ordained.
1:56:58 > 1:57:00SWORD SLASHES
1:57:02 > 1:57:07Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
1:57:08 > 1:57:11O God, forgive my sins,
1:57:12 > 1:57:15And pardon thee.
1:57:20 > 1:57:22RICHARD PANTS
1:57:27 > 1:57:32See how my sword weeps for the poor King's death!
1:57:34 > 1:57:37O may such purple tears be always shed
1:57:37 > 1:57:41From them that wish the downfall of our house.
1:57:41 > 1:57:44If any spark of life be yet remaining,
1:57:44 > 1:57:48Down, down to hell, and say I sent thee thither,
1:57:48 > 1:57:53I that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
1:57:53 > 1:57:55RICHARD GRUNTS
1:58:16 > 1:58:19Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of,
1:58:19 > 1:58:21For often have I heard my mother say
1:58:21 > 1:58:24I came into this world with my legs forward.
1:58:24 > 1:58:26Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
1:58:26 > 1:58:29And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
1:58:31 > 1:58:37Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so...
1:58:39 > 1:58:44Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
1:58:47 > 1:58:50I have no brother,
1:58:50 > 1:58:54I am like no brother.
1:58:54 > 1:58:58And this word "love",
1:58:58 > 1:59:00which gray-beards call divine,
1:59:00 > 1:59:03Be resident in men like one another
1:59:03 > 1:59:05And not in me.
1:59:07 > 1:59:11I am myself alone.
1:59:30 > 1:59:35EDWARD: 'Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
1:59:35 > 1:59:39'Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
1:59:39 > 1:59:42'Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat
1:59:42 > 1:59:45'And made our footstool of security.'
1:59:45 > 1:59:47Listen to me!
1:59:47 > 1:59:49I am the Queen!
1:59:51 > 1:59:54I am the QUEEN!
1:59:54 > 1:59:58'Prince Edward, for thee, thine uncles and myself
1:59:58 > 2:00:01'Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night,
2:00:01 > 2:00:05'That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace,
2:00:05 > 2:00:08'And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.'
2:00:08 > 2:00:10BABY CRIES
2:00:10 > 2:00:13Clarence and Gloucester,
2:00:13 > 2:00:16Kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
2:00:22 > 2:00:25Thanks, noble Clarence.
2:00:25 > 2:00:28Worthy brother, thanks.
2:00:31 > 2:00:37And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,
2:00:37 > 2:00:41Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
2:01:09 > 2:01:14To say the truth, Judas kissed his master
2:01:14 > 2:01:21And cried "All hail!" when as he meant all harm.
2:01:21 > 2:01:23Now am I seated as my soul delights,
2:01:23 > 2:01:27Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.
2:01:27 > 2:01:30Sound drums and trumpets! Hail the House of York!
2:01:30 > 2:01:35For here I hope begins our lasting joy.
2:01:35 > 2:01:38COURTIERS: Long live Prince Edward!
2:01:38 > 2:01:41Long live Prince Edward!
2:02:56 > 2:02:56WIND WHISTLES
2:02:56 > 2:02:58'I've had a most rare vision.'
2:03:00 > 2:03:01BJORK: # You ring that bell
2:03:01 > 2:03:03# Bim, bam
2:03:03 > 2:03:05# You shout and you yell
2:03:05 > 2:03:06# Ho, ho
2:03:06 > 2:03:09# You broke the spell