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THE LARGER
TEMPLE SHAKESPEARE



By the kind permission of Messrs Macmillan 55* Co,
and W. Aldis Wright, Esq., the text here
used is that of the ' ' Cambridge " Edition, Jn
the present issue of the " Temple Shakespeare "
the Editor has introduced some fetv textual
changes ; these have been carefully noted in
each case.



THE WORKS

OF

SHAKESPEARE



EDITED BY

ISRAEL GOLLANCZ

VOLUME SEVEN

THE SECOND PART ^J^^^^k °^ KING HENRY VI.

OF KING HENRY VI. (M^U^^^ THE TRAGEDY OF

THE THIRD PART «^^SI^^^ KING RICHARD III.



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•' Enter King and Salsbury, and then the curtaines be draivne,
and the Cardinal! is discovered in his bed, raving and staring
as if he luere madde.

Car. Oh death, if thou wilt let me live but one whole
yeare,
He give thee as much gold as will purchase such another
iland.
Kiny. Oh see my Lord of Salsbury how he is troubled.
Lord Cardinall, remember Christ must save thy soule

Car. Why died he not in his bed ?
What would you have me to do then?
Can I make men live whether they will or no ?
Sirra, go fetch me the strong poison which the Pothicary

sent me.
Oh see where Duke Humphreys ghoast doth stand,
And stares me in the face. Looke, looke, coame downe

his haire,
So now hees gone againe : Oh, oh, oh.

Sal. See how the panges of death doth gripe his heart.
King. Lord Cardinall, if thou diest assured of heavenly
blisse,
Hold up thy hand and make some signe to us.

\The Cardinall dies
Oh see he dies, and makes no signe at all.
Oh God forgive his soule.

Sal. So bad an ende did never none behold.
But as his death, so was his life in all.

King. Forbeare to iudge, good Salsbury forbeare,
For God will iudge us all.
Go take him hence, and see his funerals be performde

\_Extt omnes."
" The First Part of the Contention" Sc. xi. ;
cp. "2 Henry FI.," III. iii.



DRAMATIS PERSONS.

King Henry the Sixth.

Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, his uncle.

Cardinal Beaufort, Bishop of Winchester, great-uncle to the King,

Richard Plantagenet, Duke of Tori.

Edward and Richard, his sons.

Duke of Somerset.

Duke of Suffolk.

Duke of Buckingham.

Lord Cufford.

Young Clifford, his son.

Earl of Salisbury

Earl of Warwick.

Lord Scales.

Lord Say

Sir Humphrey Stafford, and William Stafford, his brother

Sir John Stanley

Vaux.

Matthew Goffe.

A Sea-captain, Master, and Master's-Mate, and Walter Whitmore

Two Gentlemen, prisoners ivith Suffolk

John Hume and John Southwell, priests

Bolingbroke, a conjurer

Thomas Horner, an armourer Peter, his man.

Clerk of Cliatham. Mayor of Saint Alban's

Simpcox, an impostor.

Alexander Iden, a Kentish gentleman

Jack Cade, a rebel

George Bevis, John Holland, Dick the butcher, Smith the iveaver,

Michael, &.c.,follo-wers of Cade.
Two Murderers

Margaret, Queen to King Henry
Eleanor, Duchess of Gloucester
Margaret Jourdain, a -wttch.
Wife to Simpcox.

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants, Petitioners, Aldermen, a Herald, a
Beadle, Sheriff, and Officers, Citizens, 'Prentices, Falconers,
Guards, Soldiers, Messengers, &c.

A Spirit.

Scene : England,



The Second Part of

King Henry VI.

ACT FIRST.
Scene I.

Lofidon. The palace.

Flourish of trumpets : then hautboys. Enter, the King,
Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, Salisbury, JVarnvick,
and Cardinal Beaufort, on the otie side ; The Qiieen,
Suffolk, Tork, Somerset, and Buckingham, on the
other.

Suf As by your high imperial majesty

I had in charge at my depart for France,

As procurator to your excellence,

To marry Princess Margaret for your grace.

So, in the famous ancient city Tours,

In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil,

The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne and

Alen9on,
Seven earls, twelve barons, and twenty reverend

bishops,
I have perform'd my task and was espoused ;
And humbly now upon my bended knee, lo

In sight of England and her lordly peers.
Deliver up my title in the queen
To your most gracious hands, that are the substance
Of that great shadow I did represent ;
7 a



Act I. Sc. i. THE SECOND PART OF

The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,
The fairest queen that ever king received.
K^ng. Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret :
I can express no kinder sign of love
Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me hfe,
Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness ! 20

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
Quee.. Great King of England and -y.g - -^°f
The mutual conference that my mmd hath had,
By day, by night, waking and in my dreams.
In courtly company or at my beads,
With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign,
Makes me the bolder to salute my king
With ruder terms, such as my wit affords 3°

And over-joy of heart doth minister. ^
Kin,. Her sight did ravish ; but her grace m speech,
Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty.
Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys ;
Such is the fulness of my heart's content.
Lords with one cheerful voice welcome my love
M^ZZl Long live Queen Margaret, England s

haPP'^^^^^ '• ,, [Flourish.

Queen. We thank you all. l

Suf My lord protector, so it please your grace.

Here are the articles of contracted peace 4°

Between o.. sovereign and the French king Charles,
por eighte.. months -clude^i by cons^^^ ^^^
GIou. [Reads] ' Imprimis, It is agreea

French king Charles and William de la role.
Marquess of Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King



KING HENRY VI. Act I. Sc. i.

of England, that the said Henry shall espouse
the Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King
of Naples, Sicilia and Jerusalem, and crown her
Oueen of England ere the thirtieth of May next
ensuing. Item, that the duchy of Anjou and the 50
county of Maine shall be released and delivered
to the king her father — ' [Lets the paper fall.

King. Uncle, how now !

Gloii. Pardon me, gracious lord ;

Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart,
And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further.

King. Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.

Car. [Reads'] ' Item, It is further agreed between
them, that the duchies of Anjou and Maine
shall be released and delivered over to the king
her father, and she sent over of the King of 60
England's own proper cost and charges, with-
out having any dowry.'

King. They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down :
We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,
And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
We here discharge your grace from being regent
I' the parts of France, till term of eighteen months
Be full expired. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,
Salisbury, and Warwick; ']o

We thank you all for this great favour done,
In entertainment to my princely queen.
Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
To see her coronation be perform'd.

[Exeunt King, Queen, and Siiffolk.

Glou. Brave peers of England, pillars of the state.



Act I. Sc. i. THE SECOND PART OF

To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief.

Your grief, the common grief of all the land.

What ! did my brother Henry spend his youth,

His valour, coin, and people, in the wars ?

Did he so often lodge in open field, 8o

In winter's cold and summer's parching heat.

To conquer France, his true inheritance ?

And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,

To keep by policy what Henry got ?

Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,

Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,

Received deep scars in France and Normandy ?

Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself.

With all the learned council of the realm,

Studied so long, sat in the council-house 90

Early and late, debating to and fro

How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,

And had his highness in his infancy

Crowned in Paris in despite of foes ?

And shall these labours and these honours die ?

Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance.

Your deeds of war and all our counsel die ?

O peers of England, shameful is this league !

Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame.

Blotting your names from books of memory, lOO

Razing the characters of your renown.

Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,

Undoing all, as all had never been !

Cm: Nephew, what means this passionate discourse,
This peroration with such circumstance ?
For France, 'tis ours ; and we will keep it still.

Glou. Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can;



KING HENRY VI. Act I. Sc. i.

But now it is impossible we should :
Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,
Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine no

Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style
Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.

Sa/. Now, by the death of Him that died for all,
These counties were the keys of Normandy.
But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son .-*

War. For grief that they are past recovery :

For, were there hope to conquer them again,

My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.

Anjou and Maine ! myself did win them both ;

Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer:

And are the cities, that I got with wounds, 121

Deliver'd up again with peaceful words }

Mort Dieu !

l^ork. For Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate,
That dims the honour of this warlike isle !
France should have torn and rent my very heart,
Before I would have yielded to this league.
I never read but England's kings have had
Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives ;
And our King Henry gives away his own, 130

To match with her that brings no vantages.

G/ou. A proper jest, and never heard before.

That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth

For costs and charges in transporting her !

She should have stay'd in France and starved in

France,
Before —

Car. My lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot :
It was the pleasure of my lord the king.



Act I. Sc. i. THE SECOND PART OF

Glou. My lord of Winchester, I know your mind ;

'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike, 140

But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.

Rancour will out : proud prelate, in thy face

I see thy fury: if I longer stay,

We shall begin our ancient bickerings.

Lordings, farewell ; and say, when I am gone,

I prophesied France will be lost ere long. [Exit.

Car. So, there goes our protector in a rage.
'Tis known to you he is mine enemy.
Nay, more, an enemy unto you all.
And no great friend, I fear me, to the king. 150

Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,
And heir apparent to the English crown :
Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
There's reason he should be displeased at it.
Look to it, lords ; let not his smoothing words
Bewitch your hearts ; be wise and circumspect.
What though the common people favour him,
Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of

Gloucester,'
Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,
'Jesu maintain your royal excellence!' 161

With * God preserve the good Duke Humphrey ! '
I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss.
He will be found a dangerous protector.

Buck. Why should he, then, protect our sovereign,
He being of age to govern of himself?
Cousin of Somerset, join you with me.
And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk,
We '11 quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his scat.



KING HENRY VI. Act I. Sc. i.

Car. This weighty business will not brook delay ; 1 70

I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently. [^Exit.

Som. Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride
And greatness of his place be grief to us,
Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal :
His insolence is more intolerable
Than all the princes in the land beside :
If Gloucester be displaced, he '11 be protector.

Buck. Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector,
Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.

\_Exeunt Buckingham and Somerset.

Sal. Pride went before, ambition follows him. 180

While these do labour for their own preferment.
Behoves it us to labour for the realm.
I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester
Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal.
More like a soldier than a man o' the church,
As stout and proud as he were lord of all,
Swear like a ruffian, and demean himself
Unlike the ruler of a commonweal.
Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age, ipo

Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy housekeeping,
Hath won the greatest favour of the commons.
Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey :
And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
In bringing them to civil discipline.
Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
When thou wert regent for our sovereign.
Have made thee fear'd and honoured of the people :
Join we together, for the public good,
In what we can, to bridle and suppress 200



Act I. Sc. i. THE SECOND PART OF

The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal,
With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition ;
And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey's deeds,
While they do tend the profit of the land.

War. So God help Warwick, as he loves the land,
And common profit of his country !

york. [^Aside] And so says York, for he hath greatest
cause.

Sal. Then let 's make haste away, and look unto the
main.

War. Unto the main ! O father, Maine is lost ;

That Maine which by main force Warwick did win.
And would have kept so long as breath did last ! 21 1
Main chance, father, you meant ; but I meant Maine,
Which I will win from France, or else be slain.

\_Exeunt Warivick and Salisbury.

Tork. Anjou and Maine are given to the French j
Paris is lost ; the state of Normandy
Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone :
Suffolk concluded on the articles,
The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased
To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter.
I cannot blame them all : what is't to them ? 220

'Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage.
And purchase friends and give to courtezans.
Still revelling like lords till all be gone ;
While as the silly owner of the goods
Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands.
And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof,
While all is shared and all is borne away,
Ready to starve and dare not touch his own :



KING HENRY VI. Act I. Sc. i.

So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue, 230
While his own lands are bargain'd for and sold.
Methinks the realms of England, France and Ireland
Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood
As did the fatal brand Althsea burn'd
Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.
Anjou and Maine both given unto the French !
Cold news for me, for I had hope of France,
Even as I have of fertile England's soil.
A day will come when York shall claim his own ;
And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts 240

And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey,
And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown.
For that 's the golden mark I seek to hit :
Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head.
Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown.
Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve :
Watch thou and wake when others be asleep.
To pry into the secrets of the state ; 250

Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen,
And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars :
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose.
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed j
And in my standard bear the arms of York,
To grapple with the house of Lancaster ;
And, force perforce, I '11 make him yield the crown,
Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.

[Exit.



Act I. Sc. ii. THE SECOND PART OF

Scene II.

The Duke of Gloucester's house.
Enter Duke Humphrey and his nv'ife Eleanor.

Duch. Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn,
Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load ?
Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
As frowning at the favours of the world ?
Why are thine eyes fix'd to the sullen earth,
Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight ?
What seest thou there ? King Henry's diadem,
Enchased with all the honours of the world ?
If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face.
Until thy head be circled with the same. lo

Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine;
And, having both together heaved it up,
We 'Jl both together lift our heads to heaven,
And never more abase our sight so low
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.

Glou. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.
And may that thought, when I imagine ill
Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry, 20
Be my last breathing in this mortal world !
My troublous dream this night doth make me sad.

Duch. What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it
With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.

Glou. Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court,
Was broke in twain ; by whom I have forgot,
But, as I think, it was by the cardinal ;
And on the pieces of the broken wand



KING HENRY VI. Act I. Sc. ii.

Were placed the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,
And William de la Pole, first Duke of Suffolk. go
This was my dream : what it doth bode, God knows.

Duch. Tut, this was nothing but an argument,

That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove

Shall lose his head for his presumption.

But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke :

Methought I sat in seat of majesty.

In the cathedral church of Westminster,

And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd ;

Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel'd to me.

And on my head did set the diadem. 40

Glou. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright :
Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,
Art thou not second woman in the realm.
And the protector's wife, beloved of him ?
Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought ?
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honour to disgrace's feet }
Away from me, and let me hear no more ! ^o

Duch. What, what, my lord ! are you so choleric
With Eleanor, for telling but her dream ?
Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
And not be check'd.

Glou. Nay, be not angry ; I am pleased again.

Enter Alessenger.

Mess. My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure
You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's,
Where as the king and queen do mean to hawk.



Act I. Sc. ii. THE SECOND PART OF

Glou. I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us ?

Ditch. Yes, my good lord, I '11 follow presently. 60

^Exeunt Gloucester and Messenger .
Follow I must ; I cannot go before.
While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks
And smooth my way upon their headless necks j
And, being a woman, I will not be slack
To play my part in Fortune's pageant.
Where are you there ? Sir John ! nay, fear not, man,
We are alone j here 's none but thee and I.

Enter Hume.

Hume. Jesus preserve your royal majesty ! 70

Duch. What say'st thou ? majesty ! I am but grace.

Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,
Your grace's title shall be multiplied.

Duch. What say'st thou, man ? hast thou as yet conferr'd
With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer ?
And will they undertake to do me good .?

Hume. This they have promised, to show your highness
A spirit raised from depth of under-ground.
That shall make answer to such questions 80

As by your grace shall be propounded him.

Duch. It is enough ; I '11 think upon the questions :
When from Saint Alban's we do make return.
We'll sec these things effected to the full.
Here, Hume, take this reward j make merry, man,
With thy confederates in this weighty cause. \^Exit.

Hume. Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold;



KING HENRY VI. Act I. Sc. iii.

Marry, and shall. But, how now, Sir John Hume !

Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum :

The business asketh silent secrecy. 90

Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch :

Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.

Yet have I gold flies from another coast j

I dare not say, from the rich cardinal,

And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,

Yet I do find it so ; for, to be plain.

They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour,

Have hired me to undermine the duchess,

And buz these conjurations in her brain.

They say * A crafty knave does need no broker ; '

Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker. lOI

Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near

To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.

Well, so it stands j and thus, I fear, at last

Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck,

And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall :

Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all. [JSxit.

Scene III.

The pa/ace.

Enter three or four Petitioners, Peter, the Armourer'' s
man, being one.

First Petit. My masters, let 's stand close : my lord
protector will come this way by and by, and then
we may deliver our supplications in the quill.

Sec. Petit. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he 's
good man ! Jesu bless him !



Act I. Sc. iii. THE SECOND PART OF

Enter Siffolk ami Queen.

Peter. Here a' comes, methinks, and the queen with

him. I '11 be the first, sure.
Sec. Petit. Come back, fool ; this is the Duke of

Suffolk, and not my lord protector.
Suf. How now, fellow ! wouldst any thing with me? lo
First Petit. I pray, my lord, pardon me ; I took ye

for my lord protector.
Qiieen. \_Readi}ig\ ' To my Lord Protector ! ' Are your

supplications to his lordship ? Let me see them :

what is thine ."*
First Petit. Mine is, an 't please your grace, against

John Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for

keeping my house, and lands, and wife and all,

from me.
Suf. Thy wife too ! that 's some wrong, indeed. 20

What's yours? What's here! \_Reads'\ 'Against

the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons

of Melford.' How now, sir knave !
Sec. Petit. Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our

whole township.
Peter [giving his petitioti]. Against my master, Thomas

Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was

rightful heir to the crown.
Qiieen. What say'st thou .'* did the Duke of York say

he was rightful heir to the crown ,'' go

Peter. That my master was ? no, forsooth : my master

said that he was, and that the king was an

usurper.
Stif. Who is there ? [Enter Servant.'] Take this fellow

in, and send for his master with a pursuivant



KING HENRY VI. Act I. Sc. iii.

presently : we '11 hear more of your matter before

the king. ^£xii Servant with Peter

Queen. And as for you, that love to be protected

Under the wings of our protector's grace,

Begin your suits anew, and sue to him. 40

\Tears the supplications .

Away, base cullions ! Suffolk, let them go.
All. Come, let's be gone. \_Exeunt.

Queen. My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise.

Is this the fashion in the court of England ?

Is this the government of Britain's isle,

And this the royalty of Albion's king .?

What, shall King Henry be a pupil still

Under the surly Gloucester's governance ?

Am I a queen in title and in style.

And must be made a subject to a duke .? ^O

I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours

Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love.

And stolest away the ladies' hearts of France,

I thought King Henry had resembled thee

In courage, courtship and proportion :

But all his mind is bent to holiness.

To number Ave-Maries on his beads ;

His champions are the prophets and apostles.

His weapons holy saws of sacred writ,

His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves 60

Are brazen images of canonized saints.

I would the college of the cardinals

Would choose him pope and carry him to Rome,

And set the triple crown upon his head :

That were a state fit for his holiness.
Suf. Madam, be patient : as I was cause



Act I. Sc. iii. THE SECOND PART OF

Your highness came to England, so will I
In England work your grace's full content.

Qjteen. Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort,
The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham, 70
And grumbling York ; and not the least of these
But can do more in England than the king.

Suf. And he of these that can do most of all

Cannot do more in England than the Nevils :
Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.

Qiteen. Not all these lords do vex me half so much
As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife.
She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies.
More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife :



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