ACT 2
Scene 2
...“Saint George!”
March. Enter Edward, Warwick, Richard, George, Norfolk, Montague, and Soldiers, all wearing the white rose.
...until another age.
But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,
And that thy summer bred us no increase,
We set the axe to thy usurping root;
And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,
Yet know thou, since we have begun to strike,
We’ll never leave till we have hewn thee down
Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.
...lives this day.
They all exit.
Scene 3
...sun is clouded.
Enter George, wearing the white rose.
...hope of good?
Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;
Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us.
What counsel give you? Whither shall we fly?
...sweet lords, farewell.
Yet let us all together to our troops
And give them leave to fly that will not stay,
And call them pillars that will stand to us;
And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards
As victors wear at the Olympian Games.
This may plant courage in their quailing breasts,
For yet is hope of life and victory.
Forslow no longer; make we hence amain.
They exit.
Scene 6
...breast. He faints.
Alarum and retreat. Enter Edward, Warwick, Richard, and Soldiers, Montague, and George, all wearing the white rose.
...gave our father.
If so thou think’st, vex him with eager words.
...for thy faults.
While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
...will pity thee.
Where’s Captain Margaret to fence you now?
...honors in possession.
They exit, with Clifford’s body.
ACT 3
Scene 2
...humbly yield unto.
Enter King Edward, Richard, Duke of Gloucester, George, Duke of Clarence, Lady Grey, and Attendants.
...her humble suit.
formerly GEORGE, aside to Richard
He knows the game; how true he keeps the wind!
...catch a blow.
aside to Richard
I fear her not, unless she chance to fall.
...widow? Tell me.
aside to Richard
I think he means to beg a child of her.
...this widow’s wit.
Richard and Clarence stand aside.
...wears the marble.
aside to Richard
As red as fire! Nay, then, her wax must melt.
...knits her brows.
aside to Richard
He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.
...done his shrift.
aside to Richard
When he was made a shriver, ’twas for shift.
...should marry her.
To who, my lord?
...at the least.
That’s a day longer than a wonder lasts.
...use her honorably.
They exit. Richard remains.
ACT 4
Scene 1
...on Edward’s mockery.
Enter Richard of Gloucester, Clarence, Somerset, and Montague, all wearing the white rose.
...a worthy choice?
Alas, you know ’tis far from hence to France.
How could he stay till Warwick made return?
...his well-chosen bride.
I mind to tell him plainly what I think.
...as half malcontent?
As well as Lewis of France or the Earl of Warwick,
Which are so weak of courage and in judgment
That they’ll take no offense at our abuse.
...what you think.
Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis
Becomes your enemy for mocking him
About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
...our safety lies.
For this one speech, Lord Hastings well deserves
To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
...you bury brotherhood.
Or else you would not have bestowed the heir
Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife’s son,
And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
...will provide thee.
In choosing for yourself you showed your judgment,
Which, being shallow, you shall give me leave
To play the broker in mine own behalf.
And to that end, I shortly mind to leave you.
...Warwick’s daughter.
aside
Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger.—
Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,
For I will hence to Warwick’s other daughter,
That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
I may not prove inferior to yourself.
You that love me and Warwick, follow me.
Clarence exits, and Somerset follows.
Scene 2
...swarm to us.
Enter Clarence and Somerset.
...we all friends?
Fear not that, my lord.
...with your leader.
They all cry “Henry!”
...and Saint George!
They exit.
Scene 3
...from night foes?
Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerset, all wearing the red rose, and French Soldiers, silent all.
...or thou diest!
Warwick and the rest cry all “Warwick, Warwick!” and set upon the guard, who fly, crying “Arm, Arm!” Warwick and the rest following them.
The drum playing and trumpet sounding, enter Warwick, Somerset, and the rest, bringing King Edward out in his gown, sitting in a chair. Richard and Hastings flies over the stage.
...the regal throne.
They exit.
Scene 6
...repossess the crown.
Flourish. Enter King Henry the Sixth, Clarence, Warwick, Somerset, young Henry Earl of Richmond, Oxford, Montague, all wearing the red rose, and Lieutenant of the Tower.
...is in place.
No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
To whom the heav’ns in thy nativity
Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown
As likely to be blest in peace and war;
And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
...dissension hinder government.
He joins their hands.
...his sovereign’s will?
That he consents, if Warwick yield consent,
For on thy fortune I repose myself.
...goods be confiscate.
What else? And that succession be determinèd.
...is half eclipsed.
It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
...that may betide.
All but Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford exit.
Scene 8
...of large pay.
Flourish. Enter King Henry, Warwick, Montague, Clarence, Oxford, and Exeter, all wearing the red rose.
...him back again.
A little fire is quickly trodden out,
Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.
...Troy’s true hope.
In sign of truth, I kiss your Highness’ hand.
...meet at Coventry.
All but King Henry and Exeter exit.
ACT 5
Scene 1
...this sword hold.
Enter Clarence, below, wearing the red rose, with Soldiers, Drum and Colors.
...if Warwick call.
Father of Warwick, know you what this means? He removes the red rose.
Look, here I throw my infamy at thee. He throws the rose at Warwick.
I will not ruinate my father’s house,
Who gave his blood to lime the stones together
And set up Lancaster. Why, trowest thou, Warwick,
That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
To bend the fatal instruments of war
Against his brother and his lawful king?
Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath.
To keep that oath were more impiety
Than Jephthah when he sacrificed his daughter.
I am so sorry for my trespass made
That, to deserve well at my brother’s hands,
I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe,
With resolution, wheresoe’er I meet thee—
As I will meet thee if thou stir abroad—
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee
And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.—
Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends.—
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
...George and victory!
They exit. March. Warwick and his company follows.
Scene 3
...Queen’s great power!
Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph, with Richard, Clarence, and the rest, all wearing the white rose.
...fight with us.
A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
And blow it to the source from whence it came;
Thy very beams will dry those vapors up,
For every cloud engenders not a storm.
...“Courage!” and away.
They exit.
Scene 4
...will not budge.
Flourish, and march. Enter King Edward, Richard, Clarence, and Soldiers, all wearing the white rose.
...to the fight!
They exit.
Scene 5
Flourish. Enter King Edward, Richard, and Clarence, all wearing the white rose, with Soldiers guarding Queen Margaret, Oxford, and Somerset, all wearing the red rose, prisoners.
...charm your tongue.
to Prince Edward
Untutored lad, thou art too malapert.
...Richard stabs him.
And there’s for twitting me with perjury.
Clarence stabs him.
...to revive her.
RICHARD, taking Clarence aside
...hear some news.
What? What?
...do it thou.
By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
...thou do it.
Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
...Where’s Richard gone?
To London all in post, and, as I guess,
To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
...son for me.
They exit.
Scene 7
...day of doom.
Flourish. Enter King Edward, Queen Elizabeth, Clarence, Richard of Gloucester, Hastings, Nurse, carrying infant Prince Edward, and Attendants.
...nephew, brothers both.
The duty that I owe unto your Majesty
I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
He kisses the infant.
...and brothers’ loves.
What will your Grace have done with Margaret?
Reignier, her father, to the King of France
Hath pawned the Sicils and Jerusalem,
And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
...our lasting joy.
Flourish. They all exit.