Delphi Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Illustrated) E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Delphi Classics
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Serie: Series Two
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 13611

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Finally, the world’s greatest writer receives the scholarly Delphi treatment. This incredible eBook offers every Shakespearean play, poem, apocryphal work and much, much more! Now you can truly own all of Shakespeare’s works and a wealth of BONUS material on your eReader, and all in ONE well-organised file. (Version 6)

* concise introductions to the plays and other works
* images of how the plays first appeared in print, giving your eReader a taste of the Elizabethan texts
* ALL 38 plays and each with their own contents table – navigate easily between acts and scenes – find that special quotation quickly!
* even includes 17 apocryphal plays available nowhere else
* contains a special LOST PLAYS section, with concise information on Shakespeare’s lost works
* includes the special bonus play of DOUBLE FALSEHOOD
* ALL the sonnets and other poetry, with excellent formatting, in their own special contents table – find that special sonnet quickly and easily!
* packed full of hundreds of beautiful images relating to Shakespeare’s life, locations and works
* EVEN includes a special SOURCES section – spend hours discovering rare medieval texts that shaped Shakespeare’s greatest works.
* INCLUDES no less than 5 biographies – explore the bard’s mysterious life from multiple sources across history
* the SPECIAL literary criticism section boasts 11 works by writers as varied as Samuel Johnson, Coleridge, Pope, Bernard Shaw and Tolstoy
* scholarly ordering of texts into chronological order and literary genres
* includes a special ‘Glossary of Elizabethan Language’, which will aid your comprehension of difficult words and phrases
* UPDATED with line numbers to all 38 plays, in response to customers’ requests
* UPDATED with a special Quotations section, with hundreds of famous quotations from the plays and poetry

This eBook is quite simply stunning and deserves a place in the digital library of all lovers of literature.

CONTENTS

The Plays
ALL 38 PLAYS

The Lost Plays
LOVE’S LABOUR’S WON
CARDENIO
DOUBLE FALSEHOOD

The Sources
LIST OF THE PLAYS’ SOURCES

The Apocryphal Plays
ARDEN OF FAVERSHAM
THE BIRTH OF MERLIN
KING EDWARD III
LOCRINE
THE LONDON PRODIGAL
THE PURITAN
THE SECOND MAIDEN’S TRAGEDY
SIR JOHN OLDCASTLE
THOMAS LORD CROMWELL
A YORKSHIRE TRAGEDY
SIR THOMAS MORE
FAIR EM
MUCEDORUS
THE MERRY DEVIL OF EDMONTON
EDMUND IRONSIDE
THOMAS OF WOODSTOCK
VORTIGERN AND ROWENA

The Adaptations
TALES FROM SHAKESPEARE BY CHARLES AND MARY LAMB

The Poetry
THE SONNETS
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
A LOVER’S COMPLAINT

The Apocryphal Poetry
TO THE QUEEN
A FUNERAL ELEGY FOR MASTER WILLIAM PETER
SONNETS TO SUNDRY NOTES OF MUSIC

The Criticism
PREFACE TO SHAKESPEARE AND NOTES ON PLAY BY SAMUEL JOHNSON
NOTES TO COMEDIES BY SAMUEL JOHNSON
A STUDY OF SHAKESPEARE BY ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
and many more!

The Biographies
SHAKESPEARE: HIS LIFE, ART, AND CHARACTERS BY HENRY NORMAN HUDSON
and many more!

Shakespeare’s Last Will and Testament

Resources:
Quotations
Glossary of Elizabethan Language

Leseprobe

The Complete Works of

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

(1564-1616)

Contents

The Plays

HENRY VI, PART 2

HENRY VI, PART 3

HENRY VI, PART 1

RICHARD III

THE COMEDY OF ERRORS

TITUS ANDRONICUS

TAMING OF THE SHREW

THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

LOVE’S LABOUR’S LOST

ROMEO AND JULIET

RICHARD II

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

KING JOHN

THE MERCHANT OF VENICE

HENRY IV, PART I

HENRY IV, PART II

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

HENRY V

JULIUS CAESAR

AS YOU LIKE IT

TWELFTH NIGHT

HAMLET

THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA

ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL

MEASURE FOR MEASURE

OTHELLO

KING LEAR

MACBETH

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA

CORIOLANUS

TIMON OF ATHENS

PERICLES

CYMBELINE

THE WINTER’S TALE

THE TEMPEST

HENRY VIII

THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN

The Lost Plays

LOVE’S LABOUR’S WON

CARDENIO

DOUBLE FALSEHOOD

The Sources

LIST OF THE PLAYS’ SOURCES

The Apocryphal Plays

ARDEN OF FAVERSHAM

THE BIRTH OF MERLIN

KING EDWARD III

LOCRINE

THE LONDON PRODIGAL

THE PURITAN

THE SECOND MAIDEN’S TRAGEDY

SIR JOHN OLDCASTLE

THOMAS LORD CROMWELL

A YORKSHIRE TRAGEDY

SIR THOMAS MORE

FAIR EM

MUCEDORUS

THE MERRY DEVIL OF EDMONTON

EDMUND IRONSIDE

THOMAS OF WOODSTOCK

VORTIGERN AND ROWENA

The Adaptations

TALES FROM SHAKESPEARE by Charles and Mary Lamb

The Poetry

THE SONNETS

VENUS AND ADONIS

THE RAPE OF LUCRECE

THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM

THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE

A LOVER’S COMPLAINT

The Apocryphal Poetry

TO THE QUEEN

A FUNERAL ELEGY FOR MASTER WILLIAM PETER

SONNETS TO SUNDRY NOTES OF MUSIC

The Criticism

PREFACE TO SHAKESPEARE AND NOTES ON PLAYS by Samuel Johnson

NOTES TO COMEDIES by Samuel Johnson

NOTES TO TRAGEDIES by Samuel Johnson

EIGHTEENTH CENTURY ESSAYS ON SHAKESPEARE Edited by D. Nichol Smith

A STUDY OF SHAKESPEARE by Algernon Charles Swinburne

SHAKESPEARE by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

CHARACTERS OF SHAKESPEARE’S PLAYS by William Hazlitt

TESTIMONY OF THE SONNETS by Jesse Johnson

ON SHAKESPEARE by Leo Tolstoy

Extracts from WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by Victor Hugo

SHAKESPEARE’S ATTITUDE TOWARD THE WORKING CLASSES by Ernest Crosby

A LETTER by George Bernard Shaw

The Biographies

SOME ACCOUNT OF THE LIFE OF MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR by Nicholas Rowe

SHAKESPEARE: HIS LIFE, ART, AND CHARACTERS by Henry Norman Hudson

LIFE OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by Sir Sidney Lee

SHAKESPEARE’S LOST YEARS IN LONDON by Arthur Acheson

THE PEOPLE FOR WHOM SHAKESPEARE WROTE by Charles Dudley Warner

Shakespeare’s Last Will and Testament

Resources

QUOTATIONS

GLOSSARY OF ELIZABETHAN LANGUAGE

© Delphi Classics 2012

Version 6

The Complete Works of

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

By Delphi Classics, 2012

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The Plays

Shakespeare’s birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

The birthplace house seen from the back garden

The room in which the great writer was born.

The birthplace house in 1769

HENRY VI, PART 2

This history play is believed by many scholars to be Shakespeare’s first play, having been written in 1591, and it was only titled Part II following the production of a prequel two years later.  This play focuses on the King Henry’s inability to quell the bickering of his nobles, the death of his trusted adviser Duke Humphrey of Gloucester, the rise of the Duke of York and the inevitability of armed conflict. As such, the play culminates with the opening battle of the war - the First Battle of St Albans.

Although the Henry VI trilogy was not written in chronological order, the three plays are often grouped together with Richard III to form a tetralogy covering the entire Wars of the Roses saga, from the death of Henry V in 1422 to the rise to power of Henry VII in 1485. The success of these plays firmly established Shakespeare’s reputation as a playwright.

Interestingly, Henry VI, Part 2 has the largest cast of all Shakespeare’s plays, and is seen by many critics as the best of the Henry VI trilogy, though sadly the play receives little attention elsewhere.

Shakespeare’s main source text for this play is available via this link.

John Shakespeare – the writer’s father, a glove maker, who later became Mayor of Stratford

The first page of the First Folio copy, published in 1623

CONTENTS

Dramatis Personæ

Act I. Scene I.

Act I. Scene II.

Act I. Scene III.

Act I. Scene IV.

Act II. Scene I.

Act II. Scene II.

Act II. Scene III.

Act II. Scene IV.

Act III. Scene I.

Act III. Scene II.

Act III. Scene III.

Act IV. Scene I.

Act IV. Scene II.

Act IV. Scene III.

Act IV. Scene IV.

Act IV. Scene V.

Act IV. Scene VI.

Act IV. Scene VII.

Act IV. Scene VIII.

Act IV. Scene IX.

Act IV. Scene X.

Act V. Scene I.

Act V. Scene II.

Act V. Scene III.

King Henry VI

Dramatis Personæ

KING HENRY THE SIXTH.HUMPHREY, Duke of Gloucester, his Uncle.CARDINAL BEAUFORT, Bishop of Winchester, Great-Uncle to the King.RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York.EDWARD and RICHARD, his Sons.DUKE OF SOMERSET, DUKE OF SUFFOLK, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM, & LORD CLIFFORD, YOUNG CLIFFORD, his Son: Of the King’s Party.EARL OF SALISBURY & EARL OF WARWICK: Of the York Faction.LORD SCALES, Governor of the Tower.SIR HUMPHREY STAFFORD, and WILLIAM STAFFORD, his Brother.LORD SAY.A Sea-captain, Master, and Master’s Mate.WALTER WHITMORE.SIR JOHN STANLEY.Two Gentlemen, prisoners with Suffolk.VAUX.MATTHEW GOFFE.JOHN HUME and JOHN SOUTHWELL, Priests.BOLINGBROKE, a Conjurer.A Spirit raised by him.THOMAS HORNER, an Armourer.PETER, his Man.Clerk of Chatham.Mayor of St. Alban’s.SIMPCOX, an Impostor.Two Murderers.JACK CADE, a Rebel.GEORGE BEVIS, JOHN HOLLAND, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, MICHAEL, &c.: Followers of Cade.ALEXANDER IDEN, a Kentish Gentleman.MARGARET, Queen to King Henry.ELEANOR, Duchess of Gloucester.MARGERY JOURDAIN, a Witch.Wife to Simpcox.Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Herald, Petitioners, Aldermen, a Beadle, Sheriff, and Officers; Citizens, Prentices, Falconers, Guards, Soldiers, Messengers, &c.

SCENE. — In various parts of England.

Act I. Scene I.

London.  A Room of State in the Palace.

Flourish of Trumpets: then hautboys.  Enter, on one side, KING HENRY, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and CARDINAL BEAUFORT; on the other, QUEEN MARGARET, led in by SUFFOLK; YORK, SOMERSET, BUCKINGHAM, and Others, following.

Suf.  As by your high imperial majestyI had in charge at my depart for France,As procurator to your excellence,   5To marry Princess Margaret for your Grace;So, in the famous ancient city, Tours,In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil,The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Britaine, and Alençon,Seven earls, twelve barons, and twenty reverend bishops,   10I have perform’d my task, and was espous’d:And humbly now upon my bended knee,In sight of England and her lordly peers,Deliver up my title in the queenTo your most gracious hands, that are the substance   15Of that great shadow I did represent;The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,The fairest queen that ever king receiv’d.

K. Hen.  Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:I can express no kinder sign of love   20Than this kind kiss. O Lord! that lends me life,Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!For thou hast given me in this beauteous faceA world of earthly blessings to my soul,If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.   25

Q. Mar.  Great King of England and my gracious lord,The mutual conference that my mind hath hadBy day, by night, waking, and in my dreams,In courtly company, or at my beads,With you, mine alderliefest sovereign,   30Makes me the bolder to salute my kingWith ruder terms, such as my wit affords,And over-joy of heart doth minister.

K. Hen.  Her sight did ravish, but her grace in speech,Her words y-clad with wisdom’s majesty,   35Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys;Such is the fulness of my heart’s content.Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.

All.  Long live Queen Margaret, England’s happiness!

Q. Mar.  We thank you all.  [Flourish.   40

Suf.  My Lord Protector, so it please your Grace,Here are the articles of contracted peaceBetween our sovereign and the French King Charles,For eighteen months concluded by consent.

Glo.  Imprimis, It is agreed between the French king, Charles, and William De la Pole, Marquess of Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, that the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, That the duchy of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released and delivered to the king her father. —  [Lets the paper fall.   45

K. Hen.  Uncle, how now!

Glo.        Pardon me, gracious lord;Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heartAnd dimm’d mine eyes, that I can read no further.

K. Hen.  Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.   50

Car.  Item, It is further agreed between them, that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be released and delivered over to the king her father; and she sent over of the King of England’s own proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.

K. Hen.  They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down:We here create thee the first Duke of Suffolk,And girt thee with the sword. Cousin of York,We here discharge your Grace from being regent   55I’ the parts of France, till term of eighteen monthsBe full expir’d. Thanks, uncle Winchester,Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,Salisbury, and Warwick;We thank you all for this great favour done,   60In entertainment to my princely queen.Come, let us in, and with all speed provideTo see her coronation be perform’d.  [Exeunt KING, QUEEN, and SUFFOLK.

Glo.  Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief,   65Your grief, the common grief of all the land.What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,His valour, coin, and people, in the wars?Did he so often lodge in open field,In winter’s cold, and summer’s parching heat,   70To conquer France, his true inheritance?And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,To keep by policy what Henry got?Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,   75Receiv’d deep scars in France and Normandy?Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself,With all the learned council of the realm,Studied so long, sat in the council-houseEarly and late, debating to and fro   80How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe?And hath his highness in his infancyBeen crown’d in Paris, in despite of foes?And shall these labours and these honours die?Shall Henry’s conquest, Bedford’s vigilance,   85Your deeds of war and all our counsel die?O peers of England! shameful is this league,Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,Blotting your names from books of memory,Razing the characters of your renown,   90Defacing monuments of conquer’d France,Undoing all, as all had never been,

Car.  Nephew, what means this passionate discourse,This peroration with such circumstance?For France, ’tis ours; and we will keep it still.   95

Glo.  Ay, uncle; we will keep it, if we can;But now it is impossible we should.Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,Hath given the duchies of Anjou and MaineUnto the poor King Reignier, whose large style   100Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.

Sal.  Now, by the death of him who died for all,These counties were the keys of Normandy.But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?

War.  For grief that they are past recovery:   105For, were there hope to conquer them again,My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both;Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer:And are the cities, that I got with wounds,   110Deliver’d up again with peaceful words?Mort Dieu!

York.  For Suffolk’s duke, may he be suffocate,That dims the honour of this war-like isle!France should have torn and rent my very heart   115Before I would have yielded to this league.I never read but England’s kings have hadLarge sums of gold and dowries with their wives;And our King Henry gives away his own,To match with her that brings no vantages.   120

Glo.  A proper jest, and never heard before,That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenthFor costs and charges in transporting her!She should have stay’d in France, and starv’d in France,Before —   125

Car.  My Lord of Gloucester, now you grow too hot:It was the pleasure of my lord the king.

Glo.  My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind:’Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,But ’tis my presence that doth trouble ye.   130Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy faceI see thy fury. If I longer stayWe shall begin our ancient bickerings.Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,I prophesied France will be lost ere long.  [Exit.   135

Car.  So, there goes our protector in a rage.’Tis known to you he is mine enemy,Nay, more, an enemy unto you all,And no great friend, I fear me, to the king.Consider lords, he is the next of blood,   140And heir apparent to the English crown:Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,There’s reason he should be displeas’d at it.Look to it, lords; let not his smoothing words   145Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect.What though the common people favour him,Calling him, ‘Humphrey, the good Duke of Gloucester;’Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,‘Jesu maintain your royal excellence!’   150With ‘God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!’I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,He will be found a dangerous protector.

Buck.  Why should he then protect our sovereign,He being of age to govern of himself?   155Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk,We’ll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat.

Car.  This weighty business will not brook delay;I’ll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.  [Exit.   160

Som.  Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey’s prideAnd greatness of his place be grief to us,Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal:His insolence is more intolerableThan all the princes in the land beside:   165If Gloucester be displac’d, he’ll be protector.

Buck.  Or thou, or I, Somerset, will be protector,Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.  [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and SOMERSET.

Sal.  Pride went before, ambition follows him.While these do labour for their own preferment,   170Behoves it us to labour for the realm.I never saw but Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester,Did bear him like a noble gentleman.Oft have I seen the haughty cardinalMore like a soldier than a man o’ the church,   175As stout and proud as he were lord of all,Swear like a ruffian and demean himselfUnlike the ruler of a commonweal.Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age,Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy house-keeping,   180Have won the greatest favour of the commons,Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey:And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,In bringing them to civil discipline,Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,   185When thou wert regent for our sovereign,Have made thee fear’d and honour’d of the people.Join we together for the public good,In what we can to bridle and suppressThe pride of Suffolk and the cardinal,   190With Somerset’s and Buckingham’s ambition;And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey’s deeds,While they do tend the profit of the land.

War.  So God help Warwick, as he loves the land,And common profit of his country!   195

York.  [Aside.]  And so says York, for he hath greatest cause.

Sal.  Then let’s make haste away, and look unto the main.

War.  Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost!That Maine which by main force Warwick did win,And would have kept so long as breath did last:   200Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,Which I will win from France, or else be slain.  [Exeunt WARWICK and SALISBURY.

York.  Anjou and Maine are given to the French;Paris is lost; the state of NormandyStands on a tickle point now they are gone.   205Suffolk concluded on the articles,The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleas’dTo change two dukedoms for a duke’s fair daughter.I cannot blame them all: what is ‘t to them?’Tis thine they give away, and not their own.   210Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage,And purchase friends, and give to courtezans,Still revelling like lords till all be gone;While as the silly owner of the goodsWeeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands,   215And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof,While all is shar’d and all is borne away,Ready to starve and dare not touch his own:So York must sit and fret and bite his tongueWhile his own lands are bargain’d for and sold.   220Methinks the realms of England, France, and IrelandBear that proportion to my flesh and bloodAs did the fatal brand Althæa burn’dUnto the prince’s heart of Calydon.Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!   225Cold news for me, for I had hope of France,Even as I have of fertile England’s soil.A day will come when York shall claim his own;And therefore I will take the Nevils’ partsAnd make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey,   230And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown,For that’s the golden mark I seek to hit.Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right.Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,Nor wear the diadem upon his head,   235Whose church-like humours fit not for a crown.Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve:Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,To pry into the secrets of the state;Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,   240With his new bride and England’s dear-bought queen,And Humphrey with the peers be fall’n at jars:Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum’d,And in my standard bear the arms of York,   245

Act I. Scene II.

The Same.  A Room in the DUKE OF GLOUCESTER’S House.

Enter GLOUCESTER and his DUCHESS.

Duch.  Why droops my lord, like over-ripen’d cornHanging the head at Ceres’ plenteous load?Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,   5As frowning at the favours of the world?Why are thine eyes fix’d to the sullen earth,Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?What scest thou there? King Henry’s diademEnchas’d with all the honours of the world?   10If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,Until thy head be circled with the same.Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold:What! is ‘t too short? I’ll lengthen it with mine;And having both together heav’d it up,   15We’ll both together lift our heads to heaven,And never more abase our sight so lowAs to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.

Glo.  O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts:   20And may that thought, when I imagine illAgainst my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,Be my last breathing in this mortal world!My troublous dream this night doth make me sad.

Duch.  What dream’d my lord? tell me, and I’ll requite it   25With sweet rehearsal of my morning’s dream.

Glo.  Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court,Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot,But, as I think, it was by the cardinal;And on the pieces of the broken wand   30Were plac’d the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,And William De la Pole, first Duke of Suffolk.This was my dream: what it doth bode, God knows.

Duch.  Tut! this was nothing but an argumentThat he that breaks a stick of Gloucester’s grove   35Shall lose his head for his presumption.But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:Methought I sat in seat of majestyIn the cathedral church of Westminster,And in that chair where kings and queens are crown’d;   40Where Henry and Dame Margaret kneel’d to me,And on my head did set the diadem.

Glo.  Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:Presumptuous dame! ill-nurtur’d Eleanor!Art thou not second woman in the realm,   45And the protector’s wife, belov’d of him?Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,Above the reach or compass of thy thought?And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,To tumble down thy husband and thyself   50From top of honour to disgrace’s feet?Away from me, and let me hear no more.

Duch.  What, what, my lord! are you so cholericWith Eleanor, for telling but her dream?Next time I’ll keep my dreams unto myself,   55And not be check’d.

Glo.  Nay, be not angry; I am pleas’d again.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess.  My Lord Protector, ’tis his highness’ pleasureYou do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban’s,   60Whereas the king and queen do mean to hawk.

Glo.  I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?

Duch.  Yes, my good lord, I’ll follow presently.  [Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Messenger.Follow I must; I cannot go before,While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.   65Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocksAnd smooth my way upon their headless necks;And, being a woman, I will not be slackTo play my part in Fortune’s pageant.   70Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man,We are alone; here’s none but thee and I.

Enter HUME.

Hume.  Jesus preserve your royal majesty!

Duch.  What sayst thou? majesty! I am but Grace.   75

Hume.  But, by the grace of God, and Hume’s advice,Your Grace’s title shall be multiplied.

Duch.  What sayst thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr’dWith Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?   80And will they undertake to do me good?

Hume.  This they have promised, to show your highnessA spirit rais’d from depth of under ground,That shall make answer to such questionsAs by your Grace shall be propounded him.   85

Duch.  It is enough: I’ll think upon the questions.When from Saint Alban’s we do make returnWe’ll see these things effected to the full.Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,With thy confed’ rates in this weighty cause.  [Exit.   90

Hume.  Hume must make merry with the duchess’ gold;Marry and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume!Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum:The business asketh silent secrecy.Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:   95Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.Yet have I gold flies from another coast:I dare not say from the rich cardinalAnd from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk;Yet I do find it so: for, to be plain,   100They, knowing Dame Eleanor’s aspiring humour,Have hired me to undermine the duchessAnd buzz these conjurations in her brain.They say, ‘A crafty knave does need no broker;’Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal’s broker.   105Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go nearTo call them both a pair of crafty knaves.Well, so it stands; and thus, I fear, at lastHume’s knavery will be the duchess’ wrack,And her attainture will be Humphrey’s fall.   110

Act I. Scene III.

The Same.  A Room in the Palace.

Enter three or four Petitioners, PETER, the Armourer’s man, being one.

First Pet.  My masters, let’s stand close: my Lord Protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our supplications in the quill.

Sec. Pet.  Marry, the Lord protect him, for he’s a good man! Jesu bless him!

Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN MARGARET.   5

First Pet.  Here a’ comes, methinks, and the queen with him. I’ll be the first, sure.

Sec. Pet.  Come back, fool! this is the Duke of Suffolk and not my Lord Protector.

Suf.  How now, fellow! wouldst anything with me?

First Pet.  I pray, my lord, pardon me: I took ye for my Lord Protector.

Q. Mar.  [Glancing at the Superscriptions.]  To my Lord Protector! are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them: what is thine?   10

First Pet.  Mine is, an ‘t please your Grace, against John Goodman, my Lord Cardinal’s man, for keeping my house, and lands, my wife and all, from me.

Suf.  Thy wife too! that is some wrong indeed. What’s yours? What’s here? Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford! How now, sir knave!

Sec. Pet.  Alas! sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.

Peter.  [Presenting his petition.]  Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown.

Q. Mar.  What sayst thou? Did the Duke of York say he was rightful heir to the crown?   15

Pet.  That my master was? No, forsooth: my master said that he was; and that the king was an usurper.

Suf.  Who is there?

Enter Servants.Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently. We’ll hear more of your matter before the king.  [Exeunt Servants with PETER.

Q. Mar.  And as for you, that love to be protected   20Under the wings of our protector’s grace,Begin your suits anew and sue to him.  [Tears the petitions.Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go.

All.  Come, let’s be gone.  [Exeunt Petitioners.

Q. Mar.  My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,   25Is this the fashion of the court of England?Is this the government of Britain’s isle,And this the royalty of Albion’s king?What! shall King Henry be a pupil stillUnder the surly Gloucester’s governance?   30Am I a queen in title and in style,And must be made a subject to a duke?I tell thee, Pole, when in the city ToursThou ran’st a tilt in honour of my love,And stol’st away the ladies’ hearts of France,   35I thought King Henry had resembled theeIn courage, courtship, and proportion:But all his mind is bent to holiness,To number Ave-Maries on his beads;His champions are the prophets and apostles;   40His weapons holy saws of sacred writ;His study is his tilt-yard, and his lovesAre brazen images of canoniz’d saints.I would the college of the cardinalsWould choose him pope, and carry him to Rome,   45And set the triple crown upon his head:That were a state fit for his holiness.

Suf.  Madam, be patient; as I was causeYour highness came to England, so will IIn England work your Grace’s full content.   50

Q. Mar.  Beside the haught protector, have we BeaufortThe imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham,And grumbling York; and not the least of theseBut can do more in England than the king.

Suf.  And he of these that can do most of all   55Cannot do more in England than the Nevils:Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.

Q. Mar.  Not all these lords do vox me half so muchAs that proud dame, the Lord Protector’s wife:She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies,   60More like an empress than Duke Humphrey’s wife.Strangers in court do take her for the queen:She bears a duke’s revenues on her back,And in her heart she scorns our poverty.Shall I not live to be aveng’d on her?   65Contemptuous base-born callot as she is,She vaunted ‘mongst her minions t’ other dayThe very train of her worst wearing gownWas better worth than all my father’s lands,Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.   70

Suf.  Madam, myself have lim’d a bush for her,And plac’d a quire of such enticing birdsThat she will light to listen to the lays,And never mount to trouble you again.So, let her rest: and, madam, list to me;   75For I am bold to counsel you in this.Although we fancy not the cardinal,Yet must we join with him and with the lordsTill we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.As for the Duke of York, this late complaint   80Will make but little for his benefit:So, one by one, we’ll weed them all at last,And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.

Sound a sennet.  Enter KING HENRY, YORK, and SOMERSET; DUKE and DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY, and WARWICK.

K. Hen.  For my part, noble lords, I care not which;   85Or Somerset or York, all’s one to me.

York.  If York have ill demean’d himself in France,Then let him be denay’d the regentship.

Som.  If Somerset be unworthy of the place,Let York be regent; I will yield to him.   90

War.  Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or no,Dispute not that: York is the worthier.

Car.  Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.

War.  The cardinal’s not my better in the field.

Buck.  All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.   95

War.  Warwick may live to be the best of all.

Sal.  Peace, son! and show some reason, Buckingham,Why Somerset should be preferr’d in this.

Q. Mar.  Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.

Glo.  Madam, the king is old enough himself   100To give his censure: these are no women’s matters.

Q. Mar.  If he be old enough, what needs your GraceTo be protector of his excellence?

Glo.  Madam, I am protector of the realm;And at his pleasure will resign my place.   105

Suf.  Resign it then and leave thine insolence.Since thou wertking, — as who is king but thou? — The commonwealth hath daily run to wrack;The Dauphin hath prevail’d beyond the seas;And all the peers and nobles of the realm   110Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.

Car.  The commons hast thou rack’d; the clergy’s bagsAre lank and lean with thy extortions.

Som.  Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife’s attireHave cost a mass of public treasury.   115

Buck.  Thy cruelty in executionUpon offenders hath exceeded law,And left thee to the mercy of the law.

Q. Mar.  Thy sale of offices and towns in France,If they were known, as the suspect is great,   120Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.  [Exit GLOUCESTER.  The QUEEN drops her fan.Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not?  [Giving the DUCHESS a box on the ear.I cry you mercy, madam, was it you?

Duch.  Was ‘t I? yea, I it was, proud French-woman:Could I come near your beauty with my nails   125I’d set my ten commandments in your face.

K. Hen.  Sweet aunt, be quiet; ’twas against her will.

Duch.  Against her will! Good king, look to ‘t in time;She’ll hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby:Though in this place most master wear no breeches,   130She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unreveng’d.  [Exit.

Buck.  Lord Cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:She’s tickled now; her fume can need no spurs,She’ll gallop far enough to her destruction.  [Exit BUCKINGHAM.   135

Re-enter GLOUCESTER.

Glo.  Now, lords, my choler being over-blownWith walking once about the quadrangle,I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.As for your spiteful false objections,   140Prove them, and I lie open to the law:But God in mercy so deal with my soulAs I in duty love my king and country!But to the matter that we have in hand.I say, my sov’reign, York is meetest man   145To be your regent in the realm of France.

Suf.  Before we make election, give me leaveTo show some reason, of no little force,That York is most unmeet of any man.

York.  I’ll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:   150First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride;Next, if I be appointed for the place,My Lord of Somerset will keep me here,Without discharge, money, or furniture,Till France be won into the Dauphin’s hands.   155Last time I danc’d attendance on his willTill Paris was besieg’d, famish’d, and lost.

War.  That can I witness; and a fouler factDid never traitor in the land commit.

Suf.  Peace, headstrong Warwick!   160

War.  Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?

Enter Servants of SUFFOLK, bringing in HORNER and PETER.

Suf.  Because here is a man accus’d of treason:Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!

York.  Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?   165

K. Hen.  What mean’st thou, Suffolk? tell me, what are these?

Suf.  Please it your majesty, this is the manThat doth accuse his master of high treason.His words were these: that Richard, Duke of York,Was rightful heir unto the English crown,   170And that your majesty was a usurper.

K. Hen.  Say, man, were these thy words?

Hor.  An ‘t shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am falsely accused by the villain.

Pet.  By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my Lord of York’s armour.

York.  Base dunghill villain, and mechanical,   175I’ll have thy head for this thy traitor’s speech.I do beseech your royal majestyLet him have all the rigour of the law.

Hor.  Alas! my lord, hang me if ever I spake the words. My accuser is my prentice; and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me: I have good witness of this: therefore I beseech your majesty, do not cast away an honest man for a villain’s accusation.

K. Hen.  Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?   180

Glo.  This doom, my lord, if I may judge.Let Somerset be regent o’er the French,Because in York this breeds suspicion;And let these have a day appointed themFor single combat in convenient place;   185For he hath witness of his servant’s malice.This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey’s doom.

K. Hen.  Then be it so. My Lord of Somerset,We make your Grace lord regent o’er the French.

Som.  I humbly thank your royal majesty.   190

Hor.  And I accept the combat willingly.

Pet.  Alas! my lord, I cannot fight: for God’s sake, pity my case! the spite of man prevaileth against me. O Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to fight a blow. O Lord, my heart!

Glo.  Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang’d.

K. Hen.

Act I. Scene IV.

The Same.  The DUKE OF GLOUCESTER’S Garden.

Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE.

Hume.  Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises.

Boling.  Master Hume, we are therefore provided. Will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?

Hume.  Ay; what else? fear you not her courage.   5

Boling.  I have heard her reported to be a woman of invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient, Master Hume, that you be by her aloft while we be busy below; and so, I pray you, go in God’s name, and leave us.  [Exit HUME.]  Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate, and grovel on the earth; John Southwell, read you; and let us to our work.

Enter DUCHESS aloft, HUME following.

Duch.  Well said, my masters, and welcome all.To this gear the sooner the better.

Boling.  Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:   10Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,The time of night when Troy was set on fire;The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl,And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves,That time best fits the work we have in hand.   15Madam, sit you, and fear not: whom we raiseWe will make fast within a hallow’d verge.  [Here they perform the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; BOLINGBROKE, or SOUTHWELL reads, Conjuro te, &c.  It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth.

Spir.Adsum.

M. Jourd.  Asmath!By the eternal God, whose name and power   20Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;For till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.

Spir.  Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done!

Boling.  First, of the king: what shall of him become?

Spir.  The Duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;   25But him outlive, and die a violent death.  [As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answers.

Boling.  What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?

Spir.  By water shall he die and take his end.

Boling.  What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?

Spir.  Let him shun castles:   30Safer shall he be upon the sandy plainsThan where castles mounted stand.Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

Boling.  Descend to darkness and the burning lake!False fiend, avoid!  [Thunder and lightning.  Spirit descends.   35

Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM, hastily, with their Guards, and Others.

York.  Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.Beldam, I’think we watch’d you at an inch.What! madam, are you there? the king and commonwealAre deeply indebted for this piece of pains:   40My Lord Protector will, I doubt it not,See you well guerdon’d for these good deserts.

Duch.  Not half so bad as thine to England’s king,Injurious duke, that threat’st where is no cause.

Buck.  True, madam, none at all. What call you this?  [Showing her the papers.   45Away with them! let them be clapp’d up closeAnd kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us:Stafford, take her to thee. —  [Exeunt above, DUCHESS and HUME guarded.We’ll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.All, away!  [Exeunt SOUTHWELL, BOLINGBROKE, &c., guarded.   50

York.  Lord Buckingham, methinks you watch’d her well:A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!Now, pray, my lord, let’s see the devil’s writ.What have we here?The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;   55But him outlive, and die a violent death.Why, this is just,Aio te, Æacida, Romanos vincere posse.Well, to the rest:Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?   60By water shall he die and take his end.What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?Let him shun castles:Safer shall he be upon the sandy plainsThan where castles mounted stand.   65Come, come, my lords; these oraclesAre hardly attain’d, and hardly understood.The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban’s;With him, the husband of this lovely lady:Thither go these news as fast as horse can carry them,   70A sorry breakfast for my Lord Protector.

Buck.  Your Grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York,To be the post, in hope of his reward.

York.  At your pleasure, my good lord. Who’s within there, ho!

Enter a Serving-man.   75

Act II. Scene I.

St. Alban’s.

Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers, hollaing.

Q. Mar.  Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,I saw not better sport these seven years’ day:Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high,   5And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.

K. Hen.  But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,And what a pitch she flew above the rest!To see how God in all his creatures works!Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.   10

Suf.  No marvel, an it like your majesty,My Lord Protector’s hawks do tower so well;They know their master loves to be aloft,And bears his thoughts above his falcon’s pitch.

Glo.  My lord, ’tis but a base ignoble mind   15That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

Car.  I thought as much; he’d be above the clouds.

Glo.  Ay, my Lord Cardinal; how think you by that?Were it not good your Grace could fly to heaven?

K. Hen.  The treasury of everlasting joy.   20

Car.  Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughtsBeat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,That smooth’st it so with king and common weal!

Glo.  What! cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?   25Tantœne animis cœlestibus irœ?Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;With such holiness can you do it?

Suf.  No malice, sir; no more than well becomesSo good a quarrel and so bad a peer.   30

Glo.  As who, my lord?

Suf.        Why, as you, my lord,An ‘t like your lordly lord-protectorship.

Glo.  Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.

Q. Mar.  And thy ambition, Gloucester.   35

K. Hen.        I prithee, peace,Good queen, and whet not on these furious peers;For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.

Car.  Let me be blessed for the peace I makeAgainst this proud protector with my sword!   40

Glo.  [Aside to the CARDINAL.]  Faith, holy uncle, would ‘twere come to that!

Car.  [Aside to GLOUCESTER.]  Marry, when thou dar’st.

Glo.  [Aside to the CARDINAL.]  Make up no factious numbers for the matter;In thine own person answer thy abuse.

Car.  [Aside to GLOUCESTER.]  Ay, where thou dar’st not peep: an if thou dar’st,   45This evening on the east side of the grove.

K. Hen.  How now, my lords!

Car.        Believe me, cousin Gloucester,Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,We had had more sport.  [Aside to GLOUCESTER.]  Come with thy two-hand sword.   50

Glo.  True, uncle.

Car.  Are you advis’d?  [Aside to GLOUCESTER]  the east side of the grove.

Glo.  [Aside to the CARDINAL.]  Cardinal, I am with you.

K. Hen.  Why, how now, uncle Gloucester!

Glo.  Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord. —   55[Aside to the CARDINAL.]  Now, by God’s mother, priest, I’ll shave your crownFor this, or all my fence shall fail.

Car.  [Aside to GLOUCESTER.]  Medice teipsum;Protector, see to ‘t well, protect yourself.

K. Hen.  The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.   60How irksome is this music to my heart!When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.

Enter One, crying, ‘A Miracle.’

Glo.  What means this noise?   65Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?

One.  A miracle! a miracle!

Suf.  Come to the king, and tell him what miracle.

One.  Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban’s shrine,Within this half hour hath receiv’d his sight;   70A man that ne’er saw in his life before.

K. Hen.  Now, God be prais’d, that to believing soulsGives light in darkness, comfort in despair!

Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban’s, and his Brethren, and SIMPCOX, borne between two persons in a chair; his Wife and a great multitude following.

Car.  Here comes the townsmen on procession,   75To present your highness with the man.

K. Hen.  Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.

Glo.  Stand by, my masters; bring him near the king:His highness’ pleasure is to talk with him.   80

K. Hen.  Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,That we for thee may glorify the Lord.What! hast thou been long blind, and now restor’d?

Simp.  Born blind, an ‘t please your Grace.

Wife.  Ay, indeed, was he.   85

Suf.  What woman is this?

Wife.  His wife, an ‘t like your worship.

Glo.  Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told.

K. Hen.  Where wert thou born?

Simp.  At Berwick in the north, an ‘t like your Grace.   90

K. Hen.  Poor soul! God’s goodness hath been great to thee:Let never day nor night unhallow’d pass,But still remember what the Lord hath done.

Q. Mar.  Tell me, good fellow, cam’st thou here by chance,Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?   95

Simp.  God knows, of pure devotion; being call’dA hundred times and oft’ner in my sleep,By good Saint Alban; who said, ‘Simpcox, come;Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.’

Wife.  Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft   100Myself have heard a voice to call him so.

Car.  What! art thou lame?

Simp.        Ay, God Almighty help me!

Suf.  How cam’st thou so?

Simp.        A fall off of a tree.   105

Wife.  A plum-tree, master.

Glo.        How long hast thou been blind?

Simp.  O! born so, master.

Glo.        What! and wouldst climb a tree?

Simp.  But that in all my life, when I was a youth.   110

Wife.  Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.

Glo.  Mass, thou lov’dst plums well, that wouldst venture so.

Simp.  Alas! master, my wife desir’d some damsons,And made me climb with danger of my life.

Glo.  A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.   115Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:In my opinion yet thou seest not well.

Simp.  Yes, master, clear as day; I thank God and Saint Alban.

Glo.  Sayst thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?

Simp.  Red, master; red as blood.   120

Glo.  Why, that’s well said. What colour is my gown of?

Simp.  Black, forsooth; coal-black, as jet.

K. Hen.  Why then, thou know’st what colour jet is of?

Suf.  And yet, I think, jet did he never see.

Glo.  But cloaks and gowns before this day a many.   125

Wife.  Never, before this day, in all his life.

Glo.  Tell me, sirrah, what’s my name?

Simp.  Alas! master, I know not.

Glo.  What’s his name?

Simp.  I know not.   130

Glo.  Nor his?

Simp.  No, indeed, master.

Glo.  What’s thine own name?

Simp.  Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.

Glo.  Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou mightst as well have known all our names as thus to name the several colours we do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours, but suddenly to nominate them all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle; and would ye not think that cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple to his legs again?   135

Simp.  O, master, that you could!

Glo.  My masters of Saint Alban’s, have you not beadles in your town, and things called whips?

May.  Yes, my lord, if it please your Grace.

Glo.  Then send for one presently.

May.  Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.  [Exit an Attendant.   140

Glo.  Now fetch me a stool hither by and by.  [A stool brought out.]  Now, sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me over this stool and run away.

Simp.  Alas! master, I am not able to stand alone:You go about to torture me in vain.

Re-enter Attendant, and a Beadle with a whip.

Glo.  Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.   145

Bead.  I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your doublet quickly.

Simp.  Alas! master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.  [After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool, and runs away; and the people follow and cry, ‘A miracle!’

K. Hen.  O God! seest thou this, and bear’st so long?

Q. Mar.  It made me laugh to see the villain run.

Glo.  Follow the knave; and take this drab away.   150

Wife.  Alas! sir, we did it for pure need.

Glo.  Let them be whipp’d through every market townTill they come to Berwick, from whence they came.  [Exeunt Mayor, Beadle, Wife, &c.

Car.  Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.

Suf.  True; made the lame to leap and fly away.   155

Glo.  But you have done more miracles than I;You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.

Enter BUCKINGHAM.

K. Hen.  What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?

Buck.  Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.   160A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,Under the countenance and confederacyOf Lady Eleanor, the protector’s wife,The ringleader and head of all this rout,Have practis’d dangerously against your state,   165Dealing with witches and with conjurers:Whom we have apprehended in the fact;Raising up wicked spirits from under-ground,Demanding of King Henry’s life and death,And other of your highness’ privy council,   170As more at large your Grace shall understand.

Car.  And so, my Lord Protector, by this meansYour lady is forthcoming yet at London.This news, I think, hath turn’d your weapon’s edge;’Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.   175

Glo.  Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart:Sorrow and grief have vanquish’d all my powers;And, vanquish’d as I am, I yield to thee,Or to the meanest groom.

K. Hen.  O God! what mischiefs work the wicked ones,   180Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby.

Q. Mar.  Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest;And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.

Glo.  Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,How I have lov’d my king and commonweal;   185And, for my wife, I know not how it stands.Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:Noble she is, but if she have forgotHonour and virtue, and convers’d with suchAs, like to pitch, defile nobility,   190

Act II. Scene II.

London.  The DUKE OF YORK’S Garden.

Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK.

York.  Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,Our simple supper ended, give me leave,In this close walk to satisfy myself,   5In craving your opinion of my title,Which is infallible to England’s crown.

Sal.  My lord, I long to hear it at full.

War.  Sweet York, begin; and if thy claim be good,The Nevils are thy subjects to command.   10

York.  Then thus:Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons:The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales;The second, William of Hatfield; and the third,Lionel, Duke of Clarence; next to whom   15Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York;The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester;William of Windsor was the seventh and last.Edward the Black Prince died before his father,   20And left behind him Richard, his only son,Who after Edward the Third’s death, reign’d as king;Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,Crown’d by the name of Henry the Fourth,   25Seiz’d on the realm, depos’d the rightful king,Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came,And him to Pomfret; where as all you know,Harmless Richard was murder’d traitorously.

War.  Father, the duke hath told the truth;   30Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.

York.  Which now they hold by force and not by right;For Richard, the first son’s heir, being dead,The issue of the next son should have reign’d.

Sal.  But William of Hatfield died without an heir.   35

York.  The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose lineI claim the crown, had issue, Philippe a daughter,Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March:Edmund had issue Roger, Earl of March:Roger had issue Edmund, Anne, and Eleanor.   40

Sal.  This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;And but for Owen Glendower, had been king,Who kept him in captivity till he died.But, to the rest.   45

York.        His eldest sister, Anne,My mother, being heir unto the crown,Married Richard, Earl of Cambridge, who was sonTo Edmund Langley, Edward the Third’s fifth son.By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir   50To Roger, Earl of March; who was the sonOf Edmund Mortimer; who married Philippe,Sole daughter unto Lionel, Duke of Clarence:So, if the issue of the eldest sonSucceed before the younger, I am king.   55

War.  What plain proceeding is more plain than this?Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,The fourth son; York claims it from the third.Till Lionel’s issue fails, his should not reign:It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee,   60And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together,And in this private plot be we the firstThat shall salute our rightful sovereignWith honour of his birthright to the crown.   65

Both.  Long live our sovereign Richard, England’s king!

York.  We thank you, lords! But I am not your kingTill I be crown’d, and that my sword be stain’dWith heart-blood of the house of Lancaster;And that’s not suddenly to be perform’d,   70But with advice and silent secrecy.Do you as I do in these dangerous days,Wink at the Duke of Suffolk’s insolence,At Beaufort’s pride, at Somerset’s ambition,At Buckingham and all the crew of them,   75Till they have snar’d the shepherd of the flock,That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey:’Tis that they seek; and they, in seeking thatShall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.

Sal.  My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.   80

War.  My heart assures me that the Earl of WarwickShall one day make the Duke of York a king.

York.  And, Nevil, this I do assure myself,

Act II. Scene III.

The Same.  A Hall of Justice.

Trumpets sounded.  Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY; the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER, MARGERY JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE, under guard.

K. Hen.  Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester’s wife.In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:Receive the sentence of the law for sins   5Such as by God’s book are adjudg’d to death.You four, from hence to prison back again;From thence, unto the place of execution:The witch in Smithfield shall be burn’d to ashes,And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.   10You, madam, for you are more nobly born,Despoiled of your honour in your life,Shall, after three days’ open penance done,Live in your country here, in banishment,With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.   15

Duch.  Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.

Glo.  Eleanor, the law, thou seest, hath judged thee:I cannot justify whom the law condemns. —  [Exeunt the DUCHESS, and the other Prisoners, guarded.Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.Ah, Humphrey! this dishonour in thine age   20Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground.I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.

K. Hen.  Stay, Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself   25Protector be; and God shall be my hope,My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet.And go in peace, Humphrey; no less belov’dThan when thou wert protector to thy king.

Q. Mar.  I see no reason why a king of years   30Should be to be protected like a child.God and King Henry govern England’s helm!Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.

Glo.  My staff! here, noble Henry, is my staff:As willingly do I the same resign   35As e’er thy father Henry made it mine;And even as willingly at thy feet I leave itAs others would ambitiously receive it.Farewell, good king! when I am dead and gone,May honourable peace attend thy throne.  [Exit.   40

Q. Mar.  Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen;And Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, scarce himself,That bears so shrewd a maim: two pulls at once;His lady banish’d, and a limb lopp’d off;This staff of honour raught: there let it stand,   45Where it best fits to be, in Henry’s hand.

Suf.  Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;Thus Eleanor’s pride dies in her youngest days.

York.  Lords, let him go. Please it your majestyThis is the day appointed for the combat;   50And ready are the appellant and defendant,The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,So please your highness to behold the fight.

Q. Mar.  Ay, good my lord; for purposely thereforeLeft I the court, to see this quarrel tried.   55

K. Hen.  O’ God’s name, see the lists and all things fit:Here let them end it; and God defend the right!

York.  I never saw a fellow worse bested,Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,The servant of this armourer, my lords.   60

Enter, on one side, HORNER, and his Neighbours drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters bearing his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; a drum before him: on the other side, PETER, with a drum and a sand-bag; and Prentices drinking to him.

First Neigh.  Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough.

Sec. Neigh.  And here, neighbour, here’s a cup of charneco.

Third Neigh.  And here’s a pot of good double beer, neighbour: drink, and fear not your man.

Hor.