The Second Part of King Henry the Sixth

William Shakespeare

The Second Part of King Henry the Sixth

Dramatis Personae

KING HENRY THE SIXTH

HUMPHREY, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, his uncle

CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, great-uncle to the King

RICHARD PLANTAGENET, DUKE OF YORK

EDWARD and RICHARD, his sons

DUKE OF SOMERSET

DUKE OF SUFFOLK

DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM

LORD CLIFFORD

YOUNG CLIFFORD, his son

EARL OF SALISBURY

EARL OF WARWICK

LORD SCALES

LORD SAY

SIR HUMPHREY STAFFORD

WILLIAM STAFFORD, his brother

SIR JOHN STANLEY

VAUX

MATTHEW GOFFE

A LIEUTENANT, a SHIPMASTER, a MASTER'S MATE, and WALTER

WHITMORE

TWO GENTLEMEN, prisoners with Suffolk

JOHN HUME and JOHN SOUTHWELL, two priests

ROGER BOLINGBROKE, a conjurer

A SPIRIT raised by him

THOMAS HORNER, an armourer

PETER, his man

CLERK OF CHATHAM

MAYOR OF SAINT ALBANS

SAUNDER SIMPCOX, an impostor

ALEXANDER IDEN, a Kentish gentleman

JACK CADE, a rebel

GEORGE BEVIS, JOHN HOLLAND, DICK THE BUTCHER, SMITH THE WEAVER,

MICHAEL, &c., followers of Cade

TWO MURDERERS

MARGARET, Queen to King Henry

ELEANOR, Duchess of Gloucester

MARGERY JOURDAIN, a witch

WIFE to SIMPCOX

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Petitioners, Aldermen, a Herald,

a Beadle, a Sheriff, Officers, Citizens, Prentices, Falconers,

Guards, Soldiers, Messengers, &c.

SCENE: England

ACT I

SCENE I. London. The palace

Flourish of trumpets; then hautboys. Enter the KING, DUKE

HUMPHREY OF GLOUCESTER, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and CARDINAL BEAUFORT, on the one side;

the QUEEN, SUFFOLK, YORK, SOMERSET, and BUCKINGHAM, on the other

  SUFFOLK. 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 Alencon,    Seven earls, twelve barons, and twenty reverend bishops,    I have perform'd my task, and was espous'd;    And humbly now upon my bended knee,    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:    The happiest gift that ever marquis gave,    The fairest queen that ever king receiv'd.  KING HENRY. Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:    I can express no kinder sign of love    Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life,    Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!    For thou hast given me in this beauteous face    A world of earthly blessings to my soul,    If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.  QUEEN. Great King of England, and my gracious lord,    The mutual conference that my mind 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    And over-joy of heart doth minister.  KING HENRY. Her sight did ravish, but her grace in speech,    Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty,    Makes me from wond'ring fall to weeping joys,    Such is the fulness of my heart's content.    Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.  ALL. [Kneeling] Long live Queen Margaret, England's happiness!  QUEEN. We thank you all. [Flourish]  SUFFOLK. My Lord Protector, so it please your Grace,    Here are the articles of contracted peace    Between our sovereign and the French King Charles,    For eighteen months concluded by consent.

GLOUCESTER. [Reads] 'Imprimis: It is agreed between the French King Charles and William de la Pole, Marquess of Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, that the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing.

Item: That the duchy of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released and delivered to the King her father'-

[Lets the paper fall]

  KING HENRY. Uncle, how now!  GLOUCESTER. 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 HENRY. Uncle of Winchester, I pray read on.

CARDINAL. [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 England's own proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.'

  KING HENRY. They please us well. Lord Marquess, kneel down.    We here create thee the first Duke of Suffolk,    And girt thee with the sword. Cousin of York,    We here discharge your Grace from being Regent    I' th' parts of France, till term of eighteen months    Be full expir'd. Thanks, uncle Winchester,    Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,    Salisbury, and Warwick;    We thank you all for this great favour doneIn 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 SUFFOLK

  GLOUCESTER. Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,    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,    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,    Receiv'd 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    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,    Razing the characters of your renown,    Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,    Undoing all, as all had never been!  CARDINAL. Nephew, what means this passionate discourse,    This peroration with such circumstance?    For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.  GLOUCESTER. Ay, uncle, we will keep it if we can;    But now it is impossible we should.    Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,    Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine    Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style    Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.  SALISBURY. Now, by the death of Him that died for all,    These counties were the keys of Normandy!    But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?  WARWICK. 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    Deliver'd up again with peaceful words?    Mort Dieu!  YORK. 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    To match with her that brings no vantages.  GLOUCESTER. 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 starv'd in France,    Before-  CARDINAL. My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot:    It was the pleasure of my lord the King.  GLOUCESTER. My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind;    'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,    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  CARDINAL. 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.    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 displeas'd 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!'    With 'God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!'    I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,    He will be found a dangerous Protector.  BUCKINGHAM. 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'll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat.  CARDINAL. This weighty business will not brook delay;    I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently. Exit  SOMERSET. 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 displac'd, he'll be Protector.  BUCKINGHAM. Or thou or I, Somerset, will be Protector,    Despite Duke Humphrey or the Cardinal.

Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and SOMERSET

  SALISBURY. Pride went before, ambition follows him.    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' th' 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,    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 honour'd of the people:    Join we together for the public good,    In what we can, to bridle and suppress    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.  WARWICK. So God help Warwick, as he loves the land    And common profit of his country!  YORK. And so says York- [Aside] for he hath greatest cause.  SALISBURY. Then let's make haste away and look unto the main.  WARWICK. 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.    Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,    Which I will win from France, or else be slain.

Exeunt WARWICK and SALISBURY

  YORK. Anjou and Maine are given to the French;    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 pleas'd    To changes two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter.    I cannot blame them all: what is't to them?    '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 shar'd and all is borne away,    Ready to starve and dare not touch his own.    So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue,    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 Althaea burnt    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,    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;    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 perfum'd,    And in my standard bear the arms of York,    To grapple with the house of Lancaster;    And force perforce I'll make him yield the crown,    Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down. Exit

SCENE II. The DUKE OF GLOUCESTER'S house

Enter DUKE and his wife ELEANOR

  DUCHESS. 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 see'st thou there? King Henry's diadem,    Enchas'd with all the honours of the world?    If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face    Until thy head be circled with the same.    Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.    What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine;    And having both together heav'd it up,    We'll both together lift our heads to heaven,    And never more abase our sight so low    As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.  GLOUCESTER. 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,    Be my last breathing in this mortal world!    My troublous dreams this night doth make me sad.  DUCHESS. What dream'd my lord? Tell me, and I'll requite it    With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.  GLOUCESTER. Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court,    Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot,    But, as I think, it was by th' Cardinal;    And on the pieces of the broken wand    Were plac'd the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset    And William de la Pole, first Duke of Suffolk.    This was my dream; what it doth bode God knows.  DUCHESS. 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 were crown'd;    Where Henry and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me,    And on my head did set the diadem.  GLOUCESTER. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright.    Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd Eleanor!    Art thou not second woman in the realm,    And the Protector's wife, belov'd 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!  DUCHESS. 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.  GLOUCESTER. Nay, be not angry; I am pleas'd again.

Enter a MESSENGER

  MESSENGER. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleasure    You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans,    Where as the King and Queen do mean to hawk.  GLOUCESTER. I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?  DUCHESS. Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.

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;    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; here's none but thee and I.

Enter HUME

  HUME. Jesus preserve your royal Majesty!  DUCHESS. 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.  DUCHESS. What say'st thou, man? Hast thou as yet conferr'd    With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch of Eie,    With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?    And will they undertake to do me good?  HUME. This they have promised, to show your Highness    A spirit rais'd from depth of underground    That shall make answer to such questions    As by your Grace shall be propounded him  DUCHESS. It is enough; I'll think upon the questions;    When from Saint Albans we do make return    We'll see these things effected to the full.    Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,    With thy confederates in this weighty cause. Exit  HUME. Hume must make merry with the Duchess' gold;    Marry, and shall. But, how now, Sir John Hume!    Seal up your lips and give no words but mum:    The business asketh silent secrecy.    Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:    Gold cannot come amiss were she a devil.    Yet have I gold flies from another coast-    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 buzz these conjurations in her brain.    They say 'A crafty knave does need no broker';    Yet am I Suffolk and the Cardinal's broker.    Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near    To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.    Well, so its stands; 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. Exit

SCENE III. London. The palace

Enter three or four PETITIONERS, PETER, the Armourer's man, being one

FIRST PETITIONER. 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.

SECOND PETITIONER. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man, Jesu bless him!

Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN

FIRST PETITIONER. Here 'a comes, methinks, and the Queen with him.

I'll be the first, sure.

SECOND PETITIONER. Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk and not my Lord Protector.

SUFFOLK. How now, fellow! Wouldst anything with me?

FIRST PETITIONER. I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my Lord Protector.

QUEEN. [Reads] 'To my Lord Protector!' Are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them. What is thine?

FIRST PETITIONER. 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.

SUFFOLK. Thy wife too! That's some wrong indeed. What's yours?

What's here! [Reads] 'Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford.' How now, sir knave!

SECOND PETITIONER. Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.

PETER. [Presenting his petition] Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown.

QUEEN. What say'st thou? Did the Duke of York say he was rightful heir to the crown?

PETER. That my master was? No, forsooth. My master said that he was, and that the King was an usurper.

SUFFOLK. Who is there? [Enter servant] Take this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently. We'll hear more of your matter before the King.

Exit 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.                                       [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 fashions 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?    I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours    Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love    And stol'st 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    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.  SUFFOLK. Madam, be patient. As I was cause    Your Highness came to England, so will I    In England work your Grace's full content.  QUEEN. Beside the haughty Protector, have we Beaufort    The imperious churchman; Somerset, Buckingham,    And grumbling York; and not the least of these    But can do more in England than the King.  SUFFOLK. 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.  QUEEN. 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.    Strangers in court do take her for the Queen.    She bears a duke's revenues on her back,    And in her heart she scorns our poverty;    Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her?    Contemptuous base-born callet as she is,    She vaunted 'mongst her minions t' other day    The very train of her worst wearing gown    Was better worth than all my father's lands,    Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.  SUFFOLK. Madam, myself have lim'd a bush for her,    And plac'd a quire of such enticing birds    That she will light to listen to the lays,    And never mount to trouble you again.    So, let her rest. And, madam, list to me,    For I am bold to counsel you in this:    Although we fancy not the Cardinal,    Yet must we join with him and with the lords,    Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.    As for the Duke of York, this late complaint    Will make but little for his benefit.    So one by one we'll weed them all at last,    And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.

Sound a sennet. Enter the KING, DUKE HUMPHREY, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, YORK, SOMERSET, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER

  KING HENRY. For my part, noble lords, I care not which:    Or Somerset or York, all's one to me.  YORK. If York have ill demean'd himself in France,    Then let him be denay'd the regentship.  SOMERSET. If Somerset be unworthy of the place,    Let York be Regent; I will yield to him.  WARWICK. Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or no,    Dispute not that; York is the worthier.  CARDINAL. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.  WARWICK. The Cardinal's not my better in the field.  BUCKINGHAM. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.  WARWICK. Warwick may live to be the best of all.  SALISBURY. Peace, son! And show some reason, Buckingham,    Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this.  QUEEN. Because the King, forsooth, will have it so.  GLOUCESTER. Madam, the King is old enough himself    To give his censure. These are no women's matters.  QUEEN. If he be old enough, what needs your Grace    To be Protector of his Excellence?  GLOUCESTER. Madam, I am Protector of the realm;    And at his pleasure will resign my place.  SUFFOLK. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence.    Since thou wert king- as who is king but thou? -    The commonwealth hath daily run to wrack,    The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas,    And all the peers and nobles of the realm    Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.  CARDINAL. The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags    Are lank and lean with thy extortions.  SOMERSET. Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire    Have cost a mass of public treasury.  BUCKINGHAM. Thy cruelty in execution    Upon offenders hath exceeded law,    And left thee to the mercy of the law.  QUEEN. Thy sale of offices and towns in France,    If they were known, as the suspect is great,    Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.

Exit GLOUCESTER. The QUEEN drops QUEEN her fan Give me my fan. What, minion, can ye not?