And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest. And hither have they sent it for her ransom. For shame, my liege, make them your precedent! Give me assurance with some friendly vow. But to defend his person from night-foes? Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast, Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in. Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond, So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts. The thief doth fear each bush an officer. [Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it. then, Clarence, do it thou. And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands. What! Away with her, and waft her hence to France. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother; I'll hence to London on a serious matter: Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. If you be king, why should not I succeed? Resolve my doubt. Ah, what a shame! What you command, that rests in me to do. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak. When he might spurn him with his foot away? Touching King Henry's oath and your succession. For this is he that moves both wind and tide. Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear! And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood. With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir. And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds. Chaplain, away! How it doth grieve me that thy head is here! Woe above woe! Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers, They fight. 'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence. But, in the midst of this bright-shining day. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of; For I have often heard … For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride? Ay, say you so? Where are your mess of sons to back you now? Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make. And all those friends that deign to follow me. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean. 3 is a play by William Shakespeare.It is a history play. And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. More than I seem, and less than I was born to: A man at least, for less I should not be; And men may talk of kings, and why not I? Against the Greeks that would have enter'd Troy. You, that are king, though he do wear the crown. To search the secret treasons of the world: The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak. The smallest worm will turn being trodden on. With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath. Thou art deceived: 'tis not thy southern power. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth. That you might still have worn the petticoat. The knights and gentlemen to come with thee: Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find. But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. Henry VI, Part 3 Act 1, scene 4. For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give: 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother. Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun. But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset? What, not an oath? Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say. While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more. And come some other time to know our mind. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York. And thou no more are prince than she is queen. We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing. The queen with all the northern earls and lords. Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death. See how the morning opes her golden gates. loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick? Yet lives our pilot still. To make prescription for a kingdom's worth. Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips. And set up Lancaster. The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun. That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood. For choosing me when Clarence is in place. To tell thee whence thou camest, of whom derived. Here sits a king more woful than you are. This battle fares like to the morning's war. Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love. Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair; Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us: What counsel give you? And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral. how lovely! Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak. Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought: But whether 'twas the coldness of the king. And when came George from Burgundy to England? is't for my life? Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves; For through this laund anon the deer will come; And in this covert will we make our stand. Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords; And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. And made him to resign his crown perforce. In haste, post-haste, are come to join with you: For in the marches here we heard you were. He rose against him, being his sovereign. Some of these images show actors in character, while others show the plays as if they were real-life events—telling the difference isn't always easy. And, father, do but think. Which sometime they have used with fearful flight. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats. And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do; Madam, what makes you in this sudden change? That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen; Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour. With aid of soldiers to this needful war. First, to do greetings to thy royal person; With a nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant. Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. think'st thou that we fear them? Than Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daughter. Here on this molehill will I sit me down. A history play by William Shakespeare, Henry VI Part 3 is the last of three plays describing the end of The Hundred Years War and the outbreak of the Wars of the Roses.In the final chapter of the trilogy, the houses of Lancaster and York wage bloody war against each other until one is victorious. Who should succeed the father but the son? Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: What, wilt thou not? A Midsummer Night's DreamThe TempestNathan the Wise, Streaming for freeFull performance + special features. All Folger programs and events will be held at other venues during construction. then I'll warrant. If Warwick knew in what estate he stands. When nature brought him to the door of death? I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had. Such as befits the pleasure of the court? I took an oath that he should quietly reign. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand. What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward? Warwick and Clarence give me both your hands: Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts. For strokes received, and many blows repaid. Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son. His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain. Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] I think he means to beg a, [Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, whip me then: he'll rather, [Aside to CLARENCE] You shall have four, if you'll. O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds! The play was included in the 1623 First Folio as The Third Part of Henry the Sixt (F1) in a version that is significantly longer than the earlier texts. Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest. The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd. 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 death, And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother. Mortimer, John Hamilton, 1740-1779, artist. 'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage. Act 1, Scene 2: Sandal Castle. And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, That Lewis of France is sending over masquers. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle. Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate. Choose from a variety of Folger events and programs, on Capitol Hill, around Washington, DC, and across the country. Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck: Withhold revenge, dear God! Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside. March'd toward Saint Alban's to intercept the queen. And hung their rotten coffins up in chains. Poor Clifford! Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off. O, welcome, Oxford! [Alarum. V, with notes by Samuel Johnson (1765) (external scan); The Third Part of King Henry the Sixth, edited by H. C. Hart, The Works of Shakespeare, Arden Shakespeare, 1st ser. Having my country's peace and brothers' loves. Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee. Yea, brother of Clarence, are thou here too? Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power. Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves. About Henry VI, Part 3. That you stand pensive, as half malcontent? Must help you more than you are hurt by me. Wright ; B. Eyles. Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these? Earl of Warwick. Would I were dead! 514 relations. 'tis not my fault. My tears gainsay; for every word I speak. Ah, who is nigh? Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly: Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley. In choosing for yourself, you show'd your judgment. Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept; But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring. But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour: And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself, The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours. That will encounter with our glorious sun, I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen, Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast. 'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king. Sound trumpets! Thy kinsman and thy friends, I'll have more lives. They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont. Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen. O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, and EXETER, Alarum and retreat. And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now? Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour. Then, England's messenger, return in post. honour now or never! how began it first? Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself. Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun; See, see! As well as Lewis of France, or the Earl of Warwick, Which are so weak of courage and in judgment. 'A Lancaster! Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer. Due to the quarto title of 2 Henry VI (The First Part of the Contention), and with the publication of True Tragedy in 1595, which makes no reference whatsoever to 1 Henry VI, some critics have argued that 2 Henry VI and 3 Henry VI were written prior to 1 Henry VI. History of Henry VI, Part I. print/save view : Previous scene: Play menu: Next scene Act V, Scene 3. Ah, that thy father had been so resolved! The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse: As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince! From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck. The queen is valued thirty thousand strong, If she have time to breathe be well assured. That his chief followers lodge in towns about him. And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt? Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk. Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame. I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown. Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York; Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March: Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop. March'd through the city to the palace gates. 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; My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much. Bids't thou me rage? That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee--, As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad--. York and young Rutland could not satisfy. But let me see: is this our foeman's face? As part of an NEH-funded project, the Folger digitized thousands of 18th-, 19th-, and early 20th-century images representing Shakespeare’s plays. Warwick and his company follow, Flourish and march. The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost. This may plant courage in their quailing breasts; Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone: Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York. [Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? henry vi, part 3 The earliest quarto of the play may have been a "pirated memory version" (Ogburn and Ogburn 318). My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here. For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded. Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised. Why linger we? Sprawl'st thou? Pass'd over to the end they were created. And, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face. In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends. Thy balm wash'd off wherewith thou wast anointed: No bending knee will call thee Caesar now. When I return with victory from the field. Well I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd: They shall have wars and pay for their presumption. Away! Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved. More than the nature of a brother's love! Enter KING HENRY VI, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest. He might have kept that glory to this day; And graced thy poor sire with his bridal-day. Peace, thou! That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content: We'll yoke together, like a double shadow, And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful. Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood. That thou art malcontent? Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve. But sound the trumpets, and about our task. Which industry and courage might have saved? That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring. Part 2-3] The vvhole contention betvveene the tvvo famous houses, Lancaster and Yorke. And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers, Exeunt King Edward and his company. Courage, my masters! I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will. That led calm Henry, though he were a king. And made an evening at the noontide prick. Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France; How could he stay till Warwick made return? Hold, valiant Clifford! You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords. As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland; But ere sunset I'll make thee curse the deed. Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown? More than my body's parting with my soul! My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond. Henry VII Part 3 is a play by William Shakespeare that was first published in 1595. Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds. And better 'twere you troubled him than France. He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester. Come on, my masters, each man take his stand: The king by this is set him down to sleep. That hath authority over him that swears: Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose. By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me. [Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more. For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care. For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure; But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free. And all his lands and goods be confiscate. Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept, The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheeks. strike now, or else the iron cools. Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light. York wiping away his tears (Act 1, scene 4; 18th century), Byam Shaw's illustration of the opening of the play (Act 1, scene 1; 1900), More images of 3 Henry VI can be seen in our digital image collection. And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's. Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught. And we shall have more wars before 't be long. Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground. and that succession be determined. And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick? Is't meet that he, Should leave the helm and like a fearful lad. it is my father's face. What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails. He is scared of losing his head for repeating their messages to Edward. I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause. What good is this to England and himself! True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York. A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day. To shepherds looking on their silly sheep. Look on the boy; Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart. fight it out! What though the mast be now blown overboard. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick! No, but the loss of his own royal person. The loss of those three lords torments my heart: I'll write unto them and entreat them fair. Will but amount to five and twenty thousand. Not of this railer here horse and men will charm your tongue too late enter Edward, art... 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