And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame? Herein your highness wrongs both them and me. Bids't thou me rage? So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing. Enter KING EDWARD IV, attended; QUEEN ELIZABETH, PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, and others, Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, and French soldiers, silent all, WARWICK and the rest cry all, 'Warwick! KING HENRY VI Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume, Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine. O Ned, sweet Ned! Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call. To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice. For many lives stand between me and home: That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns, But toiling desperately to find it out,--. Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds. what shouts are these? Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own. Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry. What! And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart. And he nor sees nor hears us what we say. Here on this molehill will I sit me down. I thought it would have mounted. 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. though the odds be great. But dreadful war shall answer his demand. Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes. Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd: Then why should they love Edward more than me? belike he thinks me Henry. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean: So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months, and years. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly. And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath. That if our queen and this young prince agree, I'll join mine eldest daughter and my joy. O traitors! To make a shambles of the parliament-house! Fell Warwick's brother and by that our foe. Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen. Whose father slew my father, he shall die. Margaret (along with her son) and King Edward each give encouraging speeches to their soldiers. We may surprise and take him at our pleasure? now arms must rule. The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege. Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love; For both of you are birds of selfsame feather. The army of the queen hath got the field: Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind. Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood, 'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'. And meaner than myself have had like fortune. Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st. Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester. They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward. They set the same; and there it doth remain. For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter; That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest. Having my country's peace and brothers' loves. And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood. What! Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown? I'll never pause again, never stand still, Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun; See, see! Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope. I'll open them. Shall have a high reward, and he his life? And rear it in the place your father's stands. And hither have they sent it for her ransom. I rather wish you foes than hollow friends: But if you mind to hold your true obedience. KING HENRY VI My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, Even in the chair of state: belike he means, Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer, To aspire unto the crown and reign as king. To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother! Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods. ... “I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear. Edward and Richard appeal for Edward's right to be king. belike, unlook'd-for friends. For matching more for wanton lust than honour. Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands? Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words! Clarence and others abandon him and Edward prepares to fight Warwick. Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love! Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son. Of threescore and two years; a silly time. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire. And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths. Off with his head, and set it on York gates; I wonder how our princely father 'scaped. 'tis no time to talk. Poor Clifford! Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears; And now, to add more measure to your woes. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick! Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York. They prosper best of all when I am thence. To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart? loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick? By this account then Margaret may win him; Her sighs will make a battery in his breast; Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn; To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears. Warwick organizes his army and prepares them to make an unexpected attack on Edward's camp. Sprawl'st thou? That Phaethon should cheque thy fiery steeds. He shall here find his friends with horse and men. And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st. Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state. You can browse and/or search so you can find a monologue whether you know which one you want, or you're looking for monologue ideas. And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest. And, father, do but think. Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him. 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. Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of. Explanations and citation info for 30,952 quotes across 1408 books. how sweet! Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles. For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee. Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound; With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague, That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion. Can neither call it perfect day nor night. The original text plus a side-by-side modern translation of. Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward's; And now forthwith shall articles be drawn. Thou wouldst be fee'd, I see, to make me sport: York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown. Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these? To set the crown once more on Henry's head: Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down, For trust not him that hath once broken faith,--.
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