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'Have I no friend?' quoth he: he spake it twice,
And urged it twice together, did he not?
Servant:
He did.
EXTON:
And speaking it, he wistly look'd on me,
And who should say, 'I would thou wert the man'
That would divorce this terror from my heart;'
Meaning the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go:
I am the king's friend,... |
Music do I hear?
Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
So is it in the music of men's lives.
And here have I the daintiness of ear
To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string;
But for the concord of my state and time
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wasted ti... |
So proud that Bolingbroke was on his back!
That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
Would he not stumble? would he not fall down,
Since pride must have a fall, and break the neck
Of that proud man that did usurp his back?
Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee,
Si... |
Exton, thy fierce hand
Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land.
Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high;
Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.
EXTON:
As full of valour as of royal blood:
Both have I spill'd; O would the deed were good!
For now the devil, that told me I did well,
Says ... |
Exton, thy fierce hand
Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land.
Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high;
Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.
EXTON:
As full of valour as of royal blood:
Both have I spill'd; O would the deed were good!
For now the devil, that told me I did well,
Says ... |
To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
SAMPSON:
A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
GREGORY:
That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
to the wall.
SAMPSON:
True; and therefore women, ... |
Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
BENVOLIO:
Part, fools!
Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
TYBALT:
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
BENVOLIO:
I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.
TYBALT:
What, dra... |
Came more and more and fought on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part.
LADY MONTAGUE:
O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
BENVOLIO:
Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk a... |
What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
ROMEO:
Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
BENVOLIO:
In love?
ROMEO:
Out--
BENVOLIO:
Of love?
ROMEO:
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
BENVOLIO:
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
ROMEO:
Alas, that love, whos... |
ROMEO:
A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
BENVOLIO:
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
ROMEO:
Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
She will not stay the... |
his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
sent to find those persons whose names are here
writ, and can never find what names the writing
person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
BENVOLIO:
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn gidd... |
What, lamb! what, ladybird!
God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
JULIET:
How now! who calls?
Nurse:
Your mother.
JULIET:
Madam, I am here.
What, lamb! what, ladybird!
God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
JULIET:
How now! who calls?
Nurse:
Your mother.
JULIET:
What is your will?
LADY CAPULET:
This... |
God mark thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
An I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish.
LADY CAPULET:
Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
God mark thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
An I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wis... |
I must
hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
LADY CAPULET:
We follow thee.
Juliet, the county stays.
Nurse:
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
ROMEO:
What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without a apology?
BENVOLIO:
The date is out of such prolixity:
We'll have no Cupid h... |
Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
ROMEO:
Nay, that's not so.
MERCUTIO:
I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
Take our good meaning,... |
This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she--
ROMEO:
Peace,... |
Cheerly, boys; be
brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
CAPULET:
Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
Welcome, gent... |
What dares the slave
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
CAPULET:
Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
TYBALT:
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
A villain that is hither come in spite... |
What, cheerly, my hearts!
TYBALT:
Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
ROMEO:
JULIET:
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
F... |
What is yond gentleman?
Nurse:
The son and heir of old Tiberio.
JULIET:
What's he that now is going out of door?
Nurse:
Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
JULIET:
What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
Nurse:
I know not.
JULIET:
Go ask his name: if he be married.
My grave is like to be my weddi... |
Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name
I conjure only but to raise up him.
BENVOLIO:
Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
To be consorted with the humorous night:
Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
MERCUTIO:
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
And w... |
Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
ROMEO:
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
JULIET:
What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel?
ROMEO:
By a name
I know not how to tell t... |
O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove mo... |
To-morrow will I send.
ROMEO:
So thrive my soul--
JULIET:
A thousand times good night!
ROMEO:
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
JULIET:
Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
To lure this t... |
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
Thou art up-... |
Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
BENVOLIO:
Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
MERCUTIO:
A challenge, on my life.
BENVOLIO:
Romeo will answer it.
MERCUTIO:
Any man that can write may answer a letter.
BENVOLIO... |
What counterfeit did I give you?
MERCUTIO:
The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
ROMEO:
Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
MERCUTIO:
That's as much as to say, such a case as yours
constrains a man to bow in the hams.
ROMEO:
Meaning, to court'... |
Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
BENVOLIO:
Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
MERCUTIO:
O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
ROMEO:
Here's goodly gear!
MERCUTIO:
A sail, a sa... |
Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
and as I told you, my young lady bade... |
mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for
the--No; I know it begins with some other
letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of
it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good
to hear it.
ROMEO:
Commend me to thy lady.
Nurse:
Ay, a thousand times.
Peter!
PETER:
Anon!
Nurse:
Peter, take my fan, and go before... |
but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
ways, wench; serve God. |
What, have you dined at home?
JULIET:
No, no: but all this did I know before.
What says he of our marriage? what of that?
Nurse:
Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
To catch my... |
What, have you dined at home?
JULIET:
No, no: but all this did I know before.
What says he of our marriage? what of that?
Nurse:
Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
To catch my... |
BENVOLIO:
I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
MERCUTIO:
Thou art like one of those fellows that when he
enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword
upon the table and says ... |
'Zounds, consort!
BENVOLIO:
We talk here in the public haunt of men:
Either withdraw unto some private place,
And reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
MERCUTIO:
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
TYBALT:
Well, peace be wi... |
Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out.
TYBALT:
I am for you.
ROMEO:
Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
MERCUTIO:
Come, sir, your passado.
ROMEO:
Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
Tybalt, Me... |
A plague o' both your houses!
They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
And soundly too: your houses!
ROMEO:
This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
Thy bea... |
Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
Your high displeasure: all this uttered
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
With pi... |
Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
Think true love acted simple modesty.
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou d... |
O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
That Romeo bid thee fetch?
Nurse:
Ay, ay, the cords.
JULIET:
Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
Nurse:
Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, ... |
O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
That Romeo bid thee fetch?
Nurse:
Ay, ay, the cords.
JULIET:
Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
Nurse:
Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, ... |
Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
JULIET:
Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
Back, foolis... |
'Romeo is banished!'
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
Nurse:
Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
JULIET:
Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
When... |
'Romeo is banished!'
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
Nurse:
Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
JULIET:
Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
When... |
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
To mangle me with that word 'banished'?
FRIAR LAURENCE:
Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
ROMEO:
O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
FRIAR LAURENCE:
I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
Adversity's sweet milk, philos... |
O, tell me, friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.
FRIAR LAURENCE:
Hold thy desperate hand:
Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a beast:
Unseemly woman in a seemin... |
And he shall signify from time to time
Every good hap to you that chances here:
Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
ROMEO:
But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.
CAPULET:
Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
That we have had no time to move... |
Light to my chamber, ho!
Afore me! it is so very very late,
That we may call it early by and by.
Good night.
JULIET:
Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe me, love, it was the... |
Nurse:
Madam!
JULIET:
Nurse?
Nurse:
Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
The day is broke; be wary, look about.
JULIET:
Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
ROMEO:
Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
JULIET:
Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
I must hear from thee every da... |
O, how my heart abhors
To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
LADY CAPULET:
O, how my heart abhors
To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
Find thou the means, and I'll fi... |
How now, wife!
Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
LADY CAPULET:
Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
I would the fool were married to her grave!
CAPULET:
Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
Unw... |
Wife, we scarce thought us blest
That God had lent us but this only child;
But now I see this one is one too much,
And that we have a curse in having her:
Out on her, hilding!
Nurse:
God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
CAPULET:
And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
Good prudence; ... |
I think it best you married with the county.
O, he's a lovely gentleman!
Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
As Paris hath. |
Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.
JULIET:
Speakest thou from thy heart?
Nurse:
And from my soul too;
Or else beshrew them both.
JULIET:
Amen!
Nurse:
What?... |
Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.
JULIET:
Speakest thou from thy heart?
Nurse:
And from my soul too;
Or else beshrew them both.
JULIET:
Amen!
Nurse:
What?... |
FRIAR LAURENCE:
Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
It strains me past the compass of my wits:
I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
On Thursday next be married to this county.
JULIET:
Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give... |
Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
FRIAR LAURENCE:
Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
JULIET:
Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
Farewell, dear father!
CAPULET:
So many guests invite as here are... |
Well, I will walk myself
To County Paris, to prepare him up
Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
JULIET:
Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night,
For I have need of many orisons
To move the heavens to smile upon my ... |
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
LADY CAPULET:
Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spi... |
Will it not be?
What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
LADY CAPULET:
What noise is here?
Nurse:
O lamentable day!
LADY CAPULET:
What is the matter?... |
There she lies,
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
PARIS:
Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
LADY CAPULET:
Accursed, unhappy, wre... |
Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid:
Your part in her you could not keep from death,
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was her promotion;
For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
And weep ye now, seeing she is advan... |
I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
I'll fa you; do you note me?
First Musician:
An you re us and fa us, you note us.
I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
I'll fa you; do you note me?
First Musician:
Second Musician:
Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
PETER:
Then have at you with my wit! I w... |
It is 'music with her silver sound,'
because musicians have no gold for sounding:
'Then music with her silver sound
With speedy help doth lend redress.'
First Musician:
What a pestilent knave is this same!
Second Musician:
Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
mourners, and stay dinner.
ROMEO:
If I may ... |
It is 'music with her silver sound,'
because musicians have no gold for sounding:
'Then music with her silver sound
With speedy help doth lend redress.'
First Musician:
What a pestilent knave is this same!
Second Musician:
Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
mourners, and stay dinner.
ROMEO:
If I may ... |
I see that thou art poor:
Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins
That the life-weary taker may fall dead
And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
As violently as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
A... |
Friar John, go hence;
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
Unto my cell.
FRIAR JOHN:
Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
FRIAR LAURENCE:
Now must I to the monument alone;
Within three hours will fair Juliet wake:
She will beshrew me much that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents;
But I will write again t... |
Take thou that:
Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.
BALTHASAR:
ROMEO:
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
PARIS:
This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
Take thou ... |
Let me peruse this face.
Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
What said my man, when my betossed soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
One writ wi... |
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The door... |
O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath;
there rust, and let me die.
PAGE:
This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.
First Watchman:
The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath;
there rust, and let me die.
PAGE:
This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.
Fir... |
I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
To County Paris: then comes she to me,
And, wi... |
Then all alone
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
But when I came, some minute ere the time
Of her awaking, here untimely lay
The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
She wakes; and I entreated her... |
Then all alone
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
But when I came, some minute ere the time
Of her awaking, here untimely lay
The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
She wakes; and I entreated her... |
YORK:
Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.
But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
NORFOLK:
Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
RICHARD:
Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.
WARWICK:
And so do I. |
Victorious Prince of York,
Before I see thee seated in that throne
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
This is the palace of the fearful king,
And this the regal seat: possess it, York;
For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'
YORK:
Assist me, then, sweet Warwick... |
Victorious Prince of York,
Before I see thee seated in that throne
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
This is the palace of the fearful king,
And this the regal seat: possess it, York;
For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'
YORK:
Assist me, then, sweet Warwick... |
And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
YORK:
It must and shall be so: content thyself.
WARWICK:
Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.
WESTMORELAND:
He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
WARWICK:
And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
That we are those wh... |
Why faint you, lords?
My title's good, and better far than his.
WARWICK:
Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
KING HENRY VI:
Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
YORK:
'Twas by rebellion against his king.
KING HENRY VI:
YORK:
What then?
KING HENRY VI:
An if he may, then am I lawful king;
For Richard, i... |
What good is this to England and himself!
WESTMORELAND:
Base, fearful and despairing Henry!
CLIFFORD:
How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
WESTMORELAND:
I cannot stay to hear these articles.
NORTHUMBERLAND:
Nor I.
CLIFFORD:
Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.
WESTMORELAND:
Farewell, faint-hearte... |
Ah, timorous wretch!
Thou hast undone thyself, thy son and me;
And given unto the house of York such head
As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
What is it, but to make thy sepulchre
And creep into it far before thy time?
Warwick is chancellor and the lord of Calais;
Ah... |
Come, son, let's away;
Our army is ready; come, we'll after them.
KING HENRY VI:
Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
QUEEN MARGARET:
Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.
KING HENRY VI:
Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
QUEEN MARGARET:
Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.
PRINCE EDWARD:
Whe... |
Come, son, let's away;
Our army is ready; come, we'll after them.
KING HENRY VI:
Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
QUEEN MARGARET:
Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.
KING HENRY VI:
Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
QUEEN MARGARET:
Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.
PRINCE EDWARD:
Whe... |
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.
YORK:
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.
MONTAGUE:
Brother, I go; ... |
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.
MONTAGUE:
Brother, I go; ... |
Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
RUTLAND:
Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!
CLIFFORD:
Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.
3 KING HENRY VI
YORK:
The army of the queen ha... |
So doth the cony struggle in the net.
YORK:
So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;
So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd.
NORTHUMBERLAND:
What would your grace have done unto him now?
QUEEN MARGARET:
Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,
That raug... |
Thou art as opposite to every good
As the Antipodes are unto us,
Or as the south to the septentrion.
O tiger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide!
How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?
Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible;
Th... |
And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
How well resembles it the prime of youth,
Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!
EDWARD:
Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
RICHARD:
Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
Not separated with the racking clouds,
But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
See... |
Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun:
For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say;
Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.
WARWICK:
How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad?
RICHARD:
Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount
Our baleful news, and at each word's deliverance
Stab poniards in ... |
Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.
WARWICK:
Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out;
And therefore comes my brother Montague.
Attend me, lords. |
The proud insulting queen,
With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,
And of their feather many more proud birds,
Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax.
He swore consent to your succession,
His oath enrolled in the parliament;
And now to London all the crew are gone,
To frustrate both his oath and what beside
M... |
The proud insulting queen,
With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,
And of their feather many more proud birds,
Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax.
He swore consent to your succession,
His oath enrolled in the parliament;
And now to London all the crew are gone,
To frustrate both his oath and what beside
M... |
For shame, my liege, make them your precedent!
Were it not pity that this goodly boy
Should lose his birthright by his father's fault,
And long hereafter say unto his child,
'What my great-grandfather and his grandsire got
My careless father fondly gave away'?
Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy;
And let his ma... |
Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! dare you speak?
When you and I met at Saint Alban's last,
Your legs did better service than your hands.
WARWICK:
Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine.
CLIFFORD:
You said so much before, and yet you fled.
WARWICK:
'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.
NORTHUMB... |
Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike,
We'll never leave till we have hewn thee down,
Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.
EDWARD:
And, in this resolution, I defy thee;
Not willing any longer conference,
Since thou deniest the gentle king to speak.
Sound trumpets! let our bloody colours wave!
And eith... |
Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,
Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall.
CLIFFORD:
Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:
This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York;
And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;
And here's the heart that triumphs in their d... |
And I, who at his hands received my life, him
Have by my hands of life bereaved him.
Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did!
And pardon, father, for I knew not thee!
My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;
And no more words till they have flow'd their fill.
KING HENRY VI:
O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
While... |
KING HENRY VI:
Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:
Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
Whither the queen intends. |
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