Henry VI, Part 2 E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Sovereign
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Serie: Timeless Classic
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 135

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

The play begins with the marriage of King Henry VI of England to the young Margaret of Anjou. Margaret is the protegee and lover of William de la Pole, 4th Earl of Suffolk, who aims to influence the king through her. The major obstacle to Suffolk and Margaret's plan is the Lord Protector; Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, who is extremely popular with the common people and deeply trusted by the King.

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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Henry VI

Part 2

LONDON ∙ NEW YORK ∙ TORONTO ∙ SAO PAULO ∙ MOSCOW

PARIS ∙ MADRID ∙ BERLIN ∙ ROME ∙ MEXICO CITY ∙ MUMBAI ∙ SEOUL ∙ DOHA

TOKYO ∙ SYDNEY ∙ CAPE TOWN ∙ AUCKLAND ∙ BEIJING

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Contents

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

ACT I

ACT II

ACT III

ACT IV

ACT V

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

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

EARL OF SALISBURY

EARL OF WARWICK

LORD SCALES

LORD SAY

SIR HUMPHREY STAFFORD

WILLIAM STAFFORD, his brother

SIR JOHN STANLEY

VAUX

MATTHEW GOFFE

A LIEUTENANT, a SHIPMASTER, a MASTER’S MATE, and WALTER

WHITMORE

TWO GENTLEMEN, prisoners with Suffolk

JOHN HUME and JOHN SOUTHWELL, two priests

ROGER BOLINGBROKE, a conjurer

A SPIRIT raised by him

THOMAS HORNER, an armourer

PETER, his man

CLERK OF CHATHAM

MAYOR OF SAINT ALBANS

SAUNDER SIMPCOX, an impostor

ALEXANDER IDEN, a Kentish gentleman

JACK CADE, a rebel

GEORGE BEVIS, JOHN HOLLAND, DICK THE BUTCHER, SMITH THE WEAVER,

MICHAEL, &c., followers of Cade

TWO MURDERERS

MARGARET, Queen to King Henry

ELEANOR, Duchess of Gloucester

MARGERY JOURDAIN, a witch

WIFE to SIMPCOX

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Petitioners, Aldermen, a Herald, a Beadle, a Sheriff, Officers, Citizens, Prentices,

Falconers,

Guards, Soldiers, Messengers

SCENE: England

ACT I

SCENE I. LONDON. THE PALACE.

Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and CARDINAL, on the one side; QUEEN MARGARET, SUFFOLK, YORK, SOMERSET, and BUCKINGHAM, on the other

SUFFOLK

As by your high imperial majestyI had in charge at my depart for France,As procurator to your excellence,To 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, Bretagne and Alencon,Seven earls, twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops,I have perform’d my task and was espoused: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 substanceOf that great shadow I did represent;The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,The fairest queen that ever king received.

KING HENRY VI

Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:I can express no kinder sign of loveThan 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.

QUEEN MARGARET

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

KING HENRY VI

Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech,Her words y-clad with wisdom’s majesty,Makes 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

[Kneeling] Long live Queen Margaret, England’shappiness!

QUEEN MARGARET

We thank you all.

Flourish

SUFFOLK

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.

GLOUCESTER

[Reads] ‘Imprimis, it is agreed between the Frenchking Charles, and William de la Pole, Marquess ofSuffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, thatthe said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret,daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia andJerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere thethirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, that the duchyof Anjou and the county of Maine shall be releasedand delivered to the king her father’--

Lets the paper fall

KING HENRY VI

Uncle, how now!

GLOUCESTER

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

KING HENRY VI

Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.

CARDINAL

[Reads] ‘Item, It is further agreed between them,that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall bereleased and delivered over to the king her father,and she sent over of the King of England’s ownproper cost and charges, without having any dowry.’

KING HENRY VI

They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down:We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,We here discharge your grace from being regentI’ the parts of France, till term of eighteen monthsBe full expired. Thanks, uncle Winchester,Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,Salisbury, and Warwick;We thank you all for the great favour done,In entertainment to my princely queen.Come, let us in, and with all speed provideTo see her coronation be perform’d.

Exeunt KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SUFFOLK

GLOUCESTER

Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief,Your 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,To 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,Received 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 froHow France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,And had his highness in his infancyCrowned in Paris in despite of foes?And shall these labours and these honours die?Shall Henry’s conquest, Bedford’s vigilance,Your 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,Defacing monuments of conquer’d France,Undoing all, as all had never been!

CARDINAL

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

GLOUCESTER

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 duchy of Anjou and MaineUnto the poor King Reignier, whose large styleAgrees not with the leanness of his purse.

SALISBURY

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

WARWICK

For grief that they are past recovery:For, 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,Delivered up again with peaceful words?Mort Dieu!

YORK

For Suffolk’s duke, may he be suffocate,That dims the honour of this warlike isle!France should have torn and rent my very heart,Before 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.

GLOUCESTER

A proper jest, and never heard before,That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenthFor costs and charges in transporting her!She should have stayed in France and starvedin France, Before--

CARDINAL

My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot:It was the pleasure of my lord the King.

GLOUCESTER

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

Exit

CARDINAL

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,And 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 displeased at it.Look to it, lords! let not his smoothing wordsBewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect.What though the common people favour him,Calling him ‘Humphrey, the good Duke ofGloucester,’Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,‘Jesu maintain your royal excellence!’With ‘God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!’I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,He will be found a dangerous protector.

BUCKINGHAM

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

CARDINAL

This weighty business will not brook delay:I’ll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.

Exit

SOMERSET

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:If Gloucester be displaced, he’ll be protector.

BUCKINGHAM

Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector,Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.

Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and SOMERSET

SALISBURY

Pride went before, ambition follows him.While these do labour for their own preferment,Behoves it us to labour for the realm.I never saw but Humphrey Duke of GloucesterDid bear him like a noble gentleman.Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal,More like a soldier than a man o’ the church,As 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 housekeeping,Hath 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,When 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,With Somerset’s and Buckingham’s ambition;And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey’s deeds,While they do tend the profit of the land.

WARWICK

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

YORK

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

SALISBURY

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

WARWICK

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!Main 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:Suffolk concluded on the articles,The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleasedTo 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.Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillageAnd 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 handsAnd shakes his head and trembling stands aloof,While all is shared and all is borne away,Ready to starve and dare not touch his own:So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue,While his own lands are bargain’d for and sold.Methinks the realms of England, France and IrelandBear that proportion to my flesh and bloodAs did the fatal brand Althaea burn’dUnto the prince’s heart of Calydon.Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!Cold 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,And, 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,Whose church-like humours fits 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,With 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 perfumed;And in my standard bear the arms of YorkTo grapple with the house of Lancaster;And, force perforce, I’ll make him yield the crown,Whose bookish rule hath pull’d fair England down.

Exit

SCENE II. GLOUCESTER’S HOUSE.

Enter GLOUCESTER and his DUCHESS

DUCHESS

Why droops my lord, like over-ripen’d corn,Hanging the head at Ceres’ plenteous load?Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,As frowning at the favours of the world?Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?What seest thou there? King Henry’s diadem,Enchased with all the honours of the world?If 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 heaved it up,We’ll both together lift our heads to heaven,And never more abase our sight so lowAs to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.

GLOUCESTER

O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.And 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.

DUCHESS

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

GLOUCESTER

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 wandWere placed 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.

DUCHESS

Tut, this was nothing but an argumentThat he that breaks a stick of Gloucester’s groveShall 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;Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel’d to meAnd on my head did set the diadem.

GLOUCESTER

Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,Art thou not second woman in the realm,And the protector’s wife, beloved 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