History of Henry VI, Part III (1590-2)

Intro
Title Variant: The Third Part of Henry the Sixth; or, The Tragedy of Richard Duke of York
by Christopher Marlowe, Thomas Nashe, and Anonymous, adapted by Shakespeare
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Act I, Scene 2

Sandal Castle.

Richard III
Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
No, I can better play the orator.

Marquess of Montague
But I have reasons strong and forcible.

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)
Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?
What is your quarrel? how began it first?

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
No quarrel, but a slight contention.

Richard III
About that which concerns your grace and us;
The crown of England, father, which is yours.

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)
Mine boy? not till King Henry be dead.

Richard III
Your right depends not on his life or death.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:
By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
It will outrun you, father, in the end.

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)
I took an oath that he should quietly reign.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.

Richard III
No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)
I shall be, if I claim by open war.

Richard III
I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)
Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.

Richard III
An oath is of no moment, being not took
Before a true and lawful magistrate,
That hath authority over him that swears:
Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
Why do we finger thus? I cannot rest
Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)
Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.
Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk,
And tell him privily of our intent.
You Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,
With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise:
In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more,
But that I seek occasion how to rise,
And yet the king not privy to my drift,
Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
[Enter a Messenger]
But, stay: what news? Why comest thou in such post?

Messenger
The queen with all the northern earls and lords
Intend here to besiege you in your castle:
She is hard by with twenty thousand men;
And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)
Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou that we fear them?
Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
My brother Montague shall post to London:
Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
Whom we have left protectors of the king,
With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.

Marquess of Montague
Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not:
And thus most humbly I do take my leave.
[Exit]
[Enter JOHN MORTIMER and HUGH MORTIMER]
Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
The army of the queen mean to besiege us.

Sir John Mortimer
She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)
What, with five thousand men?

Richard III
Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:
A woman's general; what should we fear?

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
I hear their drums: let's set our men in order,
And issue forth and bid them battle straight.

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)
Five men to twenty! though the odds be great,
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
Many a battle have I won in France,
When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
Why should I not now have the like success?

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