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

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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 III, Scene 2

London. The palace.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's field
This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,
His lands then seized on by the conqueror:
Her suit is now to repossess those lands;
Which we in justice cannot well deny,
Because in quarrel of the house of York
The worthy gentleman did lose his life.

Richard III
Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;
It were dishonour to deny it her.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.

Richard III
[Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?
I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
Before the king will grant her humble suit.

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)
[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He knows the game: how true
he keeps the wind!

Richard III
[Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Widow, we will consider of your suit;
And come some other time to know our mind.

Queen Elizabeth
Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:
May it please your highness to resolve me now;
And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.

Richard III
[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant
you all your lands,
An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)
[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I fear her not, unless she
chance to fall.

Richard III
[Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that! for he'll
take vantages.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
How many children hast thou, widow? tell me.

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)
[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I think he means to beg a
child of her.

Richard III
[Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, whip me then: he'll rather
give her two.

Queen Elizabeth
Three, my most gracious lord.

Richard III
[Aside to CLARENCE] You shall have four, if you'll
be ruled by him.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands.

Queen Elizabeth
Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit.

Richard III
[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, good leave have you; for
you will have leave,
Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?

Queen Elizabeth
Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
And would you not do much to do them good?

Queen Elizabeth
To do them good, I would sustain some harm.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Then get your husband's lands, to do them good.

Queen Elizabeth
Therefore I came unto your majesty.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.

Queen Elizabeth
So shall you bind me to your highness' service.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?

Queen Elizabeth
What you command, that rests in me to do.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
But you will take exceptions to my boon.

Queen Elizabeth
No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.

Queen Elizabeth
Why, then I will do what your grace commands.

Richard III
[Aside to CLARENCE] He plies her hard; and much rain
wears the marble.

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)
[Aside to GLOUCESTER] As red as fire! nay, then
her wax must melt.

Queen Elizabeth
Why stops my lord, shall I not hear my task?

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.

Queen Elizabeth
That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.

Queen Elizabeth
I take my leave with many thousand thanks.

Richard III
[Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it
with a curtsy.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean.

Queen Elizabeth
The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?

Queen Elizabeth
My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.

Queen Elizabeth
Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
But now you partly may perceive my mind.

Queen Elizabeth
My mind will never grant what I perceive
Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.

Queen Elizabeth
To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.

Queen Elizabeth
Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;
For by that loss I will not purchase them.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.

Queen Elizabeth
Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.
But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
Accords not with the sadness of my suit:
Please you dismiss me either with 'ay' or 'no.'

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request;
No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand.

Queen Elizabeth
Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.

Richard III
[Aside to CLARENCE] The widow likes him not, she
knits her brows.

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)
[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He is the bluntest wooer in
Christendom.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
[Aside] Her looks do argue her replete with modesty;
Her words do show her wit incomparable;
All her perfections challenge sovereignty:
One way or other, she is for a king;
And she shall be my love, or else my queen.--
Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?

Queen Elizabeth
'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord:
I am a subject fit to jest withal,
But far unfit to be a sovereign.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee
I speak no more than what my soul intends;
And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.

Queen Elizabeth
And that is more than I will yield unto:
I know I am too mean to be your queen,
And yet too good to be your concubine.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.

Queen Elizabeth
'Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
No more than when my daughters call thee mother.
Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor,
Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing
To be the father unto many sons.
Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.

Richard III
[Aside to CLARENCE] The ghostly father now hath done
his shrift.

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)
[Aside to GLOUCESTER] When he was made a shriver,
'twas for shift.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.

Richard III
The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
You'll think it strange if I should marry her.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Why, Clarence, to myself.

Richard III
That would be ten days' wonder at the least.

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)
That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.

Richard III
By so much is the wonder in extremes.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both
Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.

Nobleman
My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,
And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.

King Edward IV (Plantagenet)
See that he be convey'd unto the Tower:
And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
To question of his apprehension.
Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.

Richard III
Ay, Edward will use women honourably.
Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,
That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
To cross me from the golden time I look for!
And yet, between my soul's desire and me--
The lustful Edward's title buried--
Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies,
To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:
A cold premeditation for my purpose!
Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty;
Like one that stands upon a promontory,
And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way:
So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;
And so I say, I'll cut the causes off,
Flattering me with impossibilities.
My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,
Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
What other pleasure can the world afford?
I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
And deck my body in gay ornaments,
And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
O miserable thought! and more unlikely
Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb:
And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,
To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;
To make an envious mountain on my back,
Where sits deformity to mock my body;
To shape my legs of an unequal size;
To disproportion me in every part,
Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
That carries no impression like the dam.
And am I then a man to be beloved?
O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,
But to command, to cheque, to o'erbear such
As are of better person than myself,
I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head
Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
And yet I know not how to get the crown,
For many lives stand between me and home:
And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood,
That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
Seeking a way and straying from the way;
Not knowing how to find the open air,
But toiling desperately to find it out,--
Torment myself to catch the English crown:
And from that torment I will free myself,
Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart,
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face to all occasions.
I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
I can add colours to the chameleon,
Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.

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