Title Variant: The Second Part of Henry the Sixth; or The First Part of the Contention
by Christopher Marlowe, Thomas Nashe, and Anonymous, adapted by Shakespeare
Date variant: 1590-1
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Queen Margaret
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;
And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
Henry VI
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.
Earl of Suffolk
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.
Winchester
Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?
Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;
With such holiness can you do it?
Earl of Suffolk
No malice, sir; no more than well becomes
So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.
Winchester
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.
Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.
[Aside to CARDINAL]
Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this,
Or all my fence shall fail.
Winchester
[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Medice, teipsum--
Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
Henry VI
The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
How irksome is this music to my heart!
When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
Townsman
Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine,
Within this half-hour, hath received his sight;
A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
Henry VI
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
[Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's and his]
brethren, bearing SIMPCOX, between two in a
chair, SIMPCOX's Wife following]
Winchester
Here comes the townsmen on procession,
To present your highness with the man.
Henry VI
Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
Simpcox
At Berwick in the north, an't like your grace.
Henry VI
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.
Queen Margaret
Tell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance,
Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
Simpcox
God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,
By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simpcox, come,
Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'
Simpcox's Wife
Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
Simpcox
Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,
And made me climb, with danger of my life.
Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.
Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:
In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
Simpcox
Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and
Saint Alban.
Simpcox
Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in
Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou
mightest 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 his
cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple
to his legs again?
Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now, sirrah,
if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me
over this stool and run away.
Simpcox
Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone:
You go about to torture me in vain.
Beadle
I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your
doublet quickly.
Simpcox
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 they follow and cry, 'A miracle!']
Henry VI
O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?
Duke of Buckingham
Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
Under the countenance and confederacy
Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
The ringleader and head of all this rout,
Have practised dangerously against your state,
Dealing 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;
As more at large your grace shall understand.
Winchester
[Aside to GLOUCESTER] And so, my lord protector,
by this means
Your 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.
Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
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.
Henry VI
O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
Queen Margaret
Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest.
And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester
Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,
How I have loved my king and commonweal:
And, 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 forgot
Honour and virtue and conversed with such
As, like to pitch, defile nobility,
I banish her my bed and company
And give her as a prey to law and shame,
That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name.
Henry VI
Well, for this night we will repose us here:
To-morrow toward London back again,
To look into this business thoroughly
And call these foul offenders to their answers
And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.