The second Part of Henry the Sixt (Illustrated) E-Book

Willam Shakespeare

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Henry VI, Part 2 (often written as 2 Henry VI) is a history play by William Shakespeare believed to have been written in 1591, and set during the lifetime of King Henry VI of England. Whereas 1 Henry VI deals primarily with the loss of England's French territories and the political machinations leading up to the Wars of the Roses, and 3 Henry VI deals with the horrors of that conflict, 2 Henry VI focuses on the King's inability to quell the bickering of his nobles, the death of his trusted adviser Humphrey, Duke 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 may not have been 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. It was the success of this sequence of plays that firmly established Shakespeare's reputation as a playwright. Henry VI, Part 2 has the largest cast of all Shakespeare's plays,[a] and is seen by many critics as the best of the Henry VI trilogy

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Willam Shakespeare

The second Part of Henry the Sixt (Illustrated)

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Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.

Flourish of Trumpets: Then Hoboyes.

Enter King, Duke Humfrey, Salisbury, Warwicke, and Beauford on

the one

side. The Queene, Suffolke, Yorke, Somerset, and Buckingham, on

the other.

Suffolke. As by your high Imperiall Maiesty,

I had in charge at my depart for France,

As Procurator to your Excellence,

To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace;

So in the Famous Ancient City, Toures,

In presence of the Kings of France, and Sicill,

The Dukes of Orleance, Calaber, Britaigne, and Alanson,

Seuen Earles, twelue Barons, & twenty reuerend Bishops

I haue perform'd my Taske, and was espous'd,

And humbly now vpon my bended knee,

In sight of England, and her Lordly Peeres,

Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene

To your most gracious hands, that are the Substance

Of that great Shadow I did represent:

The happiest Gift, that euer Marquesse gaue,

The Fairest Queene, that euer King receiu'd

King. Suffolke arise. Welcome Queene Margaret,

I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue

Then this kinde kisse: O Lord, that lends me life,

Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse:

For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face

A world of earthly blessings to my soule,

If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts

Queen. Great King of England, & my gracious Lord,

The mutuall conference that my minde hath had,

By day, by night; waking, and in my dreames,

In Courtly company, or at my Beades,

With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne,

Makes me the bolder to salute my King,

With ruder termes, such as my wit affoords,

And ouer ioy of heart doth minister

King. Her sight did rauish, but her grace in Speech,

Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty,

Makes me from Wondring, fall to Weeping ioyes,

Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content.

Lords, with one cheerefull voice, Welcome my Loue

All kneel. Long liue Qu[eene]. Margaret, Englands happines

Queene. We thanke you all.

Florish

Suf. My Lord Protector, so it please your Grace,

Heere are the Articles of contracted peace,

Betweene our Soueraigne, and the French King Charles,

For eighteene moneths concluded by consent

Glo. Reads. Inprimis, It is agreed betweene the French K[ing].

Charles, and William de la Pole Marquesse of Suffolke,

Ambassador

for Henry King of England, That the said Henry shal

espouse the Lady Margaret, daughter vnto Reignier King of

Naples, Sicillia, and Ierusalem, and Crowne her Queene of

England, ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing.

Item, That the Dutchy of Aniou, and the County of Main,

shall be released and deliuered to the King her father

King. Vnkle, how now?

Glo. Pardon me gracious Lord,

Some sodaine qualme hath strucke me at the heart,

And dim'd mine eyes, that I can reade no further

King. Vnckle of Winchester, I pray read on

Win. Item, It is further agreed betweene them, That the

Dutchesse of Aniou and Maine, shall be released and deliuered

ouer to the King her Father, and shee sent ouer of the King of

Englands owne proper Cost and Charges, without hauing any

Dowry

King. They please vs well. Lord Marques kneel down,

We heere create thee the first Duke of Suffolke,

And girt thee with the Sword. Cosin of Yorke,

We heere discharge your Grace from being Regent

I'th parts of France, till terme of eighteene Moneths

Be full expyr'd. Thankes Vncle Winchester,

Gloster, Yorke, Buckingham, Somerset,

Salisburie, and Warwicke.

We thanke you all for this great fauour done,

In entertainment to my Princely Queene.

Come, let vs in, and with all speede prouide

To see her Coronation be perform'd.

Exit King, Queene, and Suffolke.

Manet the rest.

Glo. Braue Peeres of England, Pillars of the State,

To you Duke Humfrey must vnload his greefe:

Your greefe, the common greefe of all the Land.

What? did my brother Henry spend his youth,

His valour, coine, and people in the warres?

Did he so often lodge in open field:

In Winters cold, and Summers parching heate,

To conquer France, his true inheritance?

And did my brother Bedford toyle his wits,

To keepe by policy what Henrie got:

Haue you your selues, Somerset, Buckingham,

Braue Yorke, Salisbury, and victorious Warwicke,

Receiud deepe scarres in France and Normandie:

Or hath mine Vnckle Beauford, and my selfe,

With all the Learned Counsell of the Realme,

Studied so long, sat in the Councell house,

Early and late, debating too and fro

How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,

And hath his Highnesse in his infancie,

Crowned in Paris in despight of foes,

And shall these Labours, and these Honours dye?

Shall Henries Conquest, Bedfords vigilance,

Your Deeds of Warre, and all our Counsell dye?

O Peeres of England, shamefull is this League,

Fatall this Marriage, cancelling your Fame,

Blotting your names from Bookes of memory,

Racing the Charracters of your Renowne,

Defacing Monuments of Conquer'd France,

Vndoing all as all had neuer bin

Car. Nephew, what meanes this passionate discourse?

This preroration with such circumstance:

For France, 'tis ours; and we will keepe it still

Glo. I Vnckle, we will keepe it, if we can:

But now it is impossible we should.

Suffolke, the new made Duke that rules the rost,

Hath giuen the Dutchy of Aniou and Mayne,

Vnto the poore King Reignier, whose large style

Agrees not with the leannesse of his purse

Sal. Now by the death of him that dyed for all,

These Counties were the Keyes of Normandie:

But wherefore weepes Warwicke, my valiant sonne?

War. For greefe that they are past recouerie.

For were there hope to conquer them againe,

My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no teares.

Aniou and Maine? My selfe did win them both:

Those Prouinces, these Armes of mine did conquer,

And are the Citties that I got with wounds,

Deliuer'd vp againe with peacefull words?

Mort Dieu

Yorke. For Suffolkes Duke, may he be suffocate,

That dims the Honor of this Warlike Isle:

France should haue torne and rent my very hart,

Before I would haue yeelded to this League.

I neuer read but Englands Kings haue had

Large summes of Gold, and Dowries with their wiues,

And our King Henry giues away his owne,

To match with her that brings no vantages

Hum. A proper iest, and neuer heard before,

That Suffolke should demand a whole Fifteenth,

For Costs and Charges in transporting her:

She should haue staid in France, and steru'd in France

Before -

Car. My Lord of Gloster, now ye grow too hot,

It was the pleasure of my Lord the King

Hum. My Lord of Winchester I know your minde.

'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike:

But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye,

Rancour will out, proud Prelate, in thy face

I see thy furie: 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 Humfrey.

Car. So, there goes our Protector in a rage:

'Tis knowne to you he is mine enemy:

Nay more, an enemy vnto you all,

And no great friend, I feare me to the King;

Consider Lords, he is the next of blood,

And heyre apparant to the English Crowne:

Had Henrie got an Empire by his marriage,

And all the wealthy Kingdomes of the West,

There's reason he should be displeas'd at it:

Looke to it Lords, let not his smoothing words

Bewitch your hearts, be wise and circumspect.

What though the common people fauour him,

Calling him, Humfrey the good Duke of Gloster,

Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voyce,

Iesu maintaine your Royall Excellence,

With God preserue the good Duke Humfrey:

I feare me Lords, for all this flattering glosse,

He will be found a dangerous Protector

Buc. Why should he then protect our Soueraigne?

He being of age to gouerne of himselfe.

Cosin of Somerset, ioyne you with me,

And altogether with the Duke of Suffolke,

Wee'l quickly hoyse Duke Humfrey from his seat

Car. This weighty businesse will not brooke delay,

Ile to the Duke of Suffolke presently.

Exit Cardinall.

Som. Cosin of Buckingham, though Humfries pride

And greatnesse of his place be greefe to vs,

Yet let vs watch the haughtie Cardinall,

His insolence is more intollerable

Then all the Princes in the Land beside,

If Gloster be displac'd, hee'l be Protector

Buc. Or thou, or I Somerset will be Protectors,

Despite Duke Humfrey, or the Cardinall.

Exit Buckingham, and Somerset.

Sal. Pride went before, Ambition followes him.

While these do labour for their owne preferment,

Behooues it vs to labor for the Realme.

I neuer saw but Humfrey Duke of Gloster,

Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman:

Oft haue I seene the haughty Cardinall,

More like a Souldier then a man o'th' Church,

As stout and proud as he were Lord of all,

Sweare like a Ruffian, and demeane himselfe

Vnlike the Ruler of a Common-weale.

Warwicke my sonne, the comfort of my age,

Thy deeds, thy plainnesse, and thy house-keeping,

Hath wonne the greatest fauour of the Commons,

Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey.

And Brother Yorke, thy Acts in Ireland,

In bringing them to ciuill Discipline:

Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,

When thou wert Regent for our Soueraigne,

Haue made thee fear'd and honor'd of the people,

Ioyne we together for the publike good,

In what we can, to bridle and suppresse

The pride of Suffolke, and the Cardinall,

With Somersets and Buckinghams Ambition,

And as we may, cherish Duke Humfries deeds,

While they do tend the profit of the Land

War. So God helpe Warwicke, as he loues the Land,

And common profit of his Countrey

Yor. And so sayes Yorke,

For he hath greatest cause

Salisbury. Then lets make hast away,

And looke vnto the maine

Warwicke. Vnto the maine?

Oh Father, Maine is lost,

That Maine, which by maine force Warwicke did winne,

And would haue 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 slaine.

Exit Warwicke, and Salisbury. Manet Yorke.

Yorke. Aniou and Maine are giuen to the French,

Paris is lost, the state of Normandie

Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:

Suffolke concluded on the Articles,

The Peeres agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd,

To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire daughter.

I cannot blame them all, what is't to them?

'Tis thine they giue away, and not their owne.

Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage,

And purchase Friends, and giue to Curtezans,

Still reuelling like Lords till all be gone,

While as the silly Owner of the goods

Weepes ouer them, and wrings his haplesse hands,

And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloofe,

While all is shar'd, and all is borne away,

Ready to sterue, and dare not touch his owne.

So Yorke must sit, and fret, and bite his tongue,

While his owne Lands are bargain'd for, and sold:

Me thinkes the Realmes of England, France, & Ireland,

Beare that proportion to my flesh and blood,

As did the fatall brand Althaea burnt,

Vnto the Princes heart of Calidon:

Aniou and Maine both giuen vnto the French?

Cold newes for me: for I had hope of France,

Euen as I haue of fertile Englands soile.

A day will come, when Yorke shall claime his owne,

And therefore I will take the Neuils parts,

And make a shew of loue to proud Duke Humfrey,

And when I spy aduantage, claime the Crowne,

For that's the Golden marke I seeke to hit:

Nor shall proud Lancaster vsurpe my right,

Nor hold the Scepter in his childish Fist,

Nor weare the Diadem vpon his head,

Whose Church-like humors fits not for a Crowne.

Then Yorke be still a-while, till time do serue:

Watch thou, and wake when others be asleepe,

To prie into the secrets of the State,

Till Henrie surfetting in ioyes of loue,

With his new Bride, & Englands deere bought Queen,

And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres:

Then will I raise aloft the Milke-white-Rose,

With whose sweet smell the Ayre shall be perfum'd,

And in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke,

To grapple with the house of Lancaster,

And force perforce Ile make him yeeld the Crowne,

Whose bookish Rule, hath pull'd faire England downe.

Exit Yorke.

Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor.

Elia. Why droopes my Lord like ouer-ripen'd Corn,

Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load?

Why doth the Great Duke Humfrey knit his browes,

As frowning at the Fauours of the world?

Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth,

Gazing on that which seemes to dimme thy sight?

What seest thou there? King Henries Diadem,

Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world?

If so, Gaze on, and grouell on thy face,

Vntill thy head be circled with the same.

Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold.

What, is't too short? Ile lengthen it with mine,

And hauing both together heau'd it vp,

Wee'l both together lift our heads to heauen,

And neuer more abase our sight so low,

As to vouchsafe one glance vnto the ground

Hum. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost loue thy Lord,

Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts:

And may that thought, when I imagine ill

Against my King and Nephew, vertuous Henry,

Be my last breathing in this mortall world.

My troublous dreames this night, doth make me sad

Eli. What dream'd my Lord, tell me, and Ile requite it

With sweet rehearsall of my mornings dreame?

Hum. Me thought this staffe mine Office-badge in

Court

Was broke in twaine: by whom, I haue forgot,

But as I thinke, it was by'th Cardinall,

And on the peeces of the broken Wand

Were plac'd the heads of Edmond Duke of Somerset,

And William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolke.

This was my dreame, what it doth bode God knowes

Eli. Tut, this was nothing but an argument,

That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters groue,

Shall loose his head for his presumption.

But list to me my Humfrey, my sweete Duke:

Me thought I sate in Seate of Maiesty,

In the Cathedrall Church of Westminster,

And in that Chaire where Kings & Queens wer crownd,

Where Henrie and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me,

And on my head did set the Diadem

Hum. Nay Elinor, then must I chide outright:

Presumptuous Dame, ill-nurter'd Elianor,

Art thou not second Woman in the Realme?

And the Protectors wife belou'd of him?

Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,

Aboue the reach or compasse of thy thought?

And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery,

To tumble downe thy husband, and thy selfe,

From top of Honor, to Disgraces feete?

Away from me, and let me heare no more

Elia. What, what, my Lord? Are you so chollericke

With Elianor, for telling but her dreame?

Next time Ile keepe my dreames vnto my selfe,

And not be check'd

Hum. Nay be not angry, I am pleas'd againe.

Enter Messenger.

Mess. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highnes pleasure,

You do prepare to ride vnto S[aint]. Albons,

Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke

Hu. I go. Come Nel thou wilt ride with vs?

Ex[it]. Hum[frey]

Eli. Yes my good Lord, Ile follow presently.

Follow I must, I cannot go before,

While Gloster beares this base and humble minde.

Were I a Man, a Duke, and next of blood,

I would remoue these tedious stumbling blockes,

And smooth my way vpon their headlesse neckes.

And being a woman, I will not be slacke

To play my part in Fortunes Pageant.

Where are you there? Sir Iohn; nay feare not man,

We are alone, here's none but thee, & I.

Enter Hume.

Hume. Iesus preserue your Royall Maiesty