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

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Henry VI, Part 3 (often written as 3 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 with loss of England's French territories and the political machinations leading up to the Wars of the Roses, and 2 Henry VI focuses on the King's inability to quell the bickering of his nobles, and the inevitability of armed conflict, 3 Henry VI deals primarily with the horrors of that conflict, with the once ordered nation thrown into chaos and barbarism as families break down and moral codes are subverted in the pursuit of revenge and power. 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 which firmly established Shakespeare's reputation as a playwright. Henry VI, Part 3 features the longest soliloquy in all of Shakespeare (3.2.124–195), and has more battle scenes (four on stage, one reported) than any other of Shakespeare's plays.

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William Shakespeare

The third Part of Henry the Sixt (Illustrated)

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Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.

Alarum.

Enter Plantagenet, Edward, Richard, Norfolke, Mountague,

Warwicke, and

Souldiers.

Warwicke. I Wonder how the King escap'd our hands?

Pl. While we pursu'd the Horsmen of y North,

He slyly stole away, and left his men:

Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,

Whose Warlike eares could neuer brooke retreat,

Chear'd vp the drouping Army, and himselfe.

Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-brest

Charg'd our maine Battailes Front: and breaking in,

Were by the Swords of common Souldiers slaine

Edw. Lord Staffords Father, Duke of Buckingham,

Is either slaine or wounded dangerous.

I cleft his Beauer with a down-right blow:

That this is true (Father) behold his blood

Mount. And Brother, here's the Earle of Wiltshires blood,

Whom I encountred as the Battels ioyn'd

Rich. Speake thou for me, and tell them what I did

Plan. Richard hath best deseru'd of all my sonnes:

But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?

Nor. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gaunt

Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henries head

Warw. And so doe I, victorious Prince of Yorke.

Before I see thee seated in that Throne,

Which now the House of Lancaster vsurpes,

I vow by Heauen, these eyes shall neuer close.

This is the Pallace of the fearefull King,

And this the Regall Seat: possesse it Yorke,

For this is thine, and not King Henries Heires

Plant. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will,

For hither we haue broken in by force

Norf. Wee'le all assist you: he that flyes, shall dye

Plant. Thankes gentle Norfolke, stay by me my Lords,

And Souldiers stay and lodge by me this Night.

They goe vp.

Warw. And when the King comes, offer him no violence,

Vnlesse he seeke to thrust you out perforce

Plant. The Queene this day here holds her Parliament,

But little thinkes we shall be of her counsaile,

By words or blowes here let vs winne our right

Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this House

Warw. The bloody Parliament shall this be call'd,

Vnlesse Plantagenet, Duke of Yorke, be King,

And bashfull Henry depos'd, whose Cowardize

Hath made vs by-words to our enemies

Plant. Then leaue me not, my Lords be resolute,

I meane to take possession of my Right

Warw. Neither the King, nor he that loues him best,

The prowdest hee that holds vp Lancaster,

Dares stirre a Wing, if Warwick shake his Bells.

Ile plant Plantagenet, root him vp who dares:

Resolue thee Richard, clayme the English Crowne.

Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland,

Westmerland, Exeter,

and the rest.

Henry. My Lords, looke where the sturdie Rebell sits,

Euen in the Chayre of State: belike he meanes,

Backt by the power of Warwicke, that false Peere,

To aspire vnto the Crowne, and reigne as King.

Earle of Northumberland, he slew thy Father,

And thine, Lord Clifford, & you both haue vow'd reuenge

On him, his sonnes, his fauorites, and his friends

Northumb. If I be not, Heauens be reueng'd on me

Clifford. The hope thereof, makes Clifford mourne in

Steele

Westm. What, shall we suffer this? lets pluck him down,

My heart for anger burnes, I cannot brooke it

Henry. Be patient, gentle Earle of Westmerland

Clifford. Patience is for Poultroones, such as he:

He durst not sit there, had your Father liu'd.

My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament

Let vs assayle the Family of Yorke

North. Well hast thou spoken, Cousin be it so

Henry. Ah, know you not the Citie fauours them,

And they haue troupes of Souldiers at their beck?

Westm. But when the Duke is slaine, they'le quickly

flye

Henry. Farre be the thought of this from Henries heart,

To make a Shambles of the Parliament House.

Cousin of Exeter, frownes, words, and threats,

Shall be the Warre that Henry meanes to vse.

Thou factious Duke of Yorke descend my Throne,

And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet,

I am thy Soueraigne

Yorke. I am thine

Exet. For shame come downe, he made thee Duke of

Yorke

Yorke. It was my Inheritance, as the Earledome was

Exet. Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne

Warw. Exeter thou art a Traytor to the Crowne,

In following this vsurping Henry

Clifford. Whom should hee follow, but his naturall

King?

Warw. True Clifford, that's Richard Duke of Yorke

Henry. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my Throne?

Yorke. It must and shall be so, content thy selfe

Warw. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be King

Westm. He is both King, and Duke of Lancaster,

And that the Lord of Westmerland shall maintaine

Warw. And Warwick shall disproue it. You forget,

That we are those which chas'd you from the field,

And slew your Fathers, and with Colours spread

Marcht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates

Northumb. Yes Warwicke, I remember it to my griefe,

And by his Soule, thou and thy House shall rue it

Westm. Plantagenet, of thee and these thy Sonnes,

Thy Kinsmen, and thy Friends, Ile haue more liues

Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines

Cliff. Vrge it no more, lest that in stead of words,

I send thee, Warwicke, such a Messenger,

As shall reuenge his death, before I stirre

Warw. Poore Clifford, how I scorne his worthlesse

Threats

Plant. Will you we shew our Title to the Crowne?

If not, our Swords shall pleade it in the field

Henry. What Title hast thou Traytor to the Crowne?

My Father was as thou art, Duke of Yorke,

Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earle of March.

I am the Sonne of Henry the Fift,

Who made the Dolphin and the French to stoupe,

And seiz'd vpon their Townes and Prouinces

Warw. Talke not of France, sith thou hast lost it all

Henry. The Lord Protector lost it, and not I:

When I was crown'd, I was but nine moneths old

Rich. You are old enough now,

And yet me thinkes you loose:

Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers Head

Edward. Sweet Father doe so, set it on your Head

Mount. Good Brother,

As thou lou'st and honorest Armes,

Let's fight it out, and not stand cauilling thus

Richard. Sound Drummes and Trumpets, and the

King will flye

Plant. Sonnes peace

Henry. Peace thou, and giue King Henry leaue to

speake

Warw. Plantagenet shal speake first: Heare him Lords,

And be you silent and attentiue too,

For he that interrupts him, shall not liue

Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leaue my Kingly Throne,

Wherein my Grandsire and my Father sat?

No: first shall Warre vnpeople this my Realme;

I, and their Colours often borne in France,

And now in England, to our hearts great sorrow,

Shall be my Winding-sheet. Why faint you Lords?

My Title's good, and better farre then his

Warw. Proue it Henry, and thou shalt be King

Hen. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crowne

Plant. 'Twas by Rebellion against his King

Henry. I know not what to say, my Titles weake:

Tell me, may not a King adopt an Heire?

Plant. What then?

Henry. And if he may, then am I lawfull King:

For Richard, in the view of many Lords,

Resign'd the Crowne to Henry the Fourth,

Whose Heire my Father was, and I am his

Plant. He rose against him, being his Soueraigne,

And made him to resigne his Crowne perforce

Warw. Suppose, my Lords, he did it vnconstrayn'd,

Thinke you 'twere preiudiciall to his Crowne?

Exet. No: for he could not so resigne his Crowne,

But that the next Heire should succeed and reigne

Henry. Art thou against vs, Duke of Exeter?

Exet. His is the right, and therefore pardon me

Plant. Why whisper you, my Lords, and answer not?

Exet. My Conscience tells me he is lawfull King

Henry. All will reuolt from me, and turne to him

Northumb. Plantagenet, for all the Clayme thou lay'st,

Thinke not, that Henry shall be so depos'd

Warw. Depos'd he shall be, in despight of all

Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd:

'Tis not thy Southerne power

Of Essex, Norfolke, Suffolke, nor of Kent,

Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd,

Can set the Duke vp in despight of me

Clifford. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong,

Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence:

May that ground gape, and swallow me aliue,

Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father

Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words reuiue my heart

Plant. Henry of Lancaster, resigne thy Crowne:

What mutter you, or what conspire you Lords?

Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke,

Or I will fill the House with armed men,

And ouer the Chayre of State, where now he sits,

Write vp his Title with vsurping blood.

He stampes with his foot, and the Souldiers shew themselues.

Henry. My Lord of Warwick, heare but one word,

Let me for this my life time reigne as King

Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires,

And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st

Henry. I am content: Richard Plantagenet

Enioy the Kingdome after my decease

Clifford. What wrong is this vnto the Prince, your

Sonne?

Warw. What good is this to England, and himselfe?

Westm. Base, fearefull, and despayring Henry

Clifford. How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs?

Westm. I cannot stay to heare these Articles

Northumb. Nor I

Clifford. Come Cousin, let vs tell the Queene these

Newes

Westm. Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King,

In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides

Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke,

And dye in Bands, for this vnmanly deed

Cliff. In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome,

Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd

Warw. Turne this way Henry, and regard them not

Exeter. They seeke reuenge, and therefore will not

yeeld?

Henry. Ah Exeter

Warw. Why should you sigh, my Lord?

Henry. Not for my selfe Lord Warwick, but my Sonne,

Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite.

But be it as it may: I here entayle

The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer,

Conditionally, that heere thou take an Oath,

To cease this Ciuill Warre: and whil'st I liue,

To honor me as thy King, and Soueraigne:

And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie,

To seeke to put me downe, and reigne thy selfe

Plant. This Oath I willingly take, and will performe

Warw. Long liue King Henry: Plantagenet embrace

him

Henry. And long liue thou, and these thy forward

Sonnes

Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd

Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes.

Senet. Here they come downe.

Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord, Ile to my Castle

Warw. And Ile keepe London with my Souldiers

Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followers

Mount. And I vnto the Sea, from whence I came

Henry. And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court.

Enter the Queene.

Exeter. Heere comes the Queene,

Whose Lookes bewray her anger:

Ile steale away

Henry. Exeter so will I

Queene. Nay, goe not from me, I will follow thee

Henry. Be patient gentle Queene, and I will stay

Queene. Who can be patient in such extreames?

Ah wretched man, would I had dy'de a Maid?

And neuer seene thee, neuer borne thee Sonne,

Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father.

Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus?

Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I,

Or felt that paine which I did for him once,

Or nourisht him, as I did with my blood;

Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there,

Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire,

And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne

Prince. Father, you cannot dis-inherite me:

If you be King, why should not I succeede?

Henry. Pardon me Margaret, pardon me sweet Sonne,

The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me

Quee. Enforc't thee? Art thou King, and wilt be forc't?

I shame to heare thee speake: ah timorous Wretch,

Thou hast vndone thy selfe, thy Sonne, and me,

And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head,

As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance.

To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne,

What is it, but to make thy Sepulcher,

And creepe into it farre before thy time?

Warwick is Chancelor, and the Lord of Callice,

Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas,

The Duke is made Protector of the Realme,

And yet shalt thou be safe? Such safetie findes

The trembling Lambe, inuironned with Wolues.