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    The Oxford Shakespeare: The Complete Works

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      EDWARD (to York)

      See, noble father, where they both do come—

      The only props unto the house of York!

      SALISBURY

      Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought today;

      By th’ mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard.

      God knows how long it is I have to live,

      And it hath pleased him that three times today

      You have defended me from imminent death.

      Well, lords, we have not got that which we have—

      ’Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,

      Being opposites of such repairing nature.

      YORK

      I know our safety is to follow them,

      For, as I hear, the King is fled to London,

      To call a present court of Parliament.

      Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.

      What says Lord Warwick, shall we after them?

      WARWICK

      After them? Nay, before them if we can!

      Now by my hand, lords, ’twas a glorious day!

      Saint Albans battle won by famous York

      Shall be eternized in all age to come.

      Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all,

      And more such days as these to us befall!

      ⌈Flourish.⌉ Exeunt

      ADDITIONAL PASSAGES

      A. We adopt the 1594 Quarto version of the Queen’s initial speech, 1.1.24—9; the Folio version, which follows, is probably the author’s original draft.

      QUEEN MARGARET

      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 overjoy of heart doth minister.

      B. For 1.4.39―40.2 the Quarto substitutes the following; it may report a revision made in rehearsal to cover the Spirit’s descent.

      The Spirit sinks down again

      BOLINGBROKE

      Then down, I say, unto the damned pool

      Where Pluto in his fiery wagon sits

      Riding, amidst the singed and parched smokes,

      The road of Ditis by the River Styx.

      There howl and burn for ever in those flames.

      Rise, Jordan, rise, and stay thy charming spells—

      Zounds, we are betrayed!

      C. The entire debate on Duke Humphrey’s death in 3. 1

      is handled differently by the Quarto from the Folio. We

      retain the Folio version of the debate, but the Quarto

      version may represent authorial revision. The following

      Q lines, roughly corresponding to 3.1.310―30.1, are of

      particular interest because they supply Buckingham with

      speeches for this latter part of the scene.

      [YORK]

      Let me have some bands of chosen soldiers,

      And York shall try his fortune ‘gainst those kerns.

      QUEEN MARGARET

      York, thou shalt. My lord of Buckingham,

      Let it be your charge to muster up such soldiers

      As shall suffice him in these needful wars.

      BUCKINGHAM

      Madam, I will, and levy such a band

      As soon shall overcome those Irish rebels.

      But, York, where shall those soldiers stay for thee?

      YORK

      At Bristol I will expect them ten days hence.

      BUCKINCHAM

      Then thither shall they come, and so farewell.

      Exit

      YORK

      Adieu, my lord of Buckingham.

      QUEEN MARGARET

      Suffolk, remember what you have to do—

      And you, Lord Cardinat—concerning Duke Humphrey.

      ‘Twere good that you did see to it in time.

      Come, let us go, that it may be performed.

      Exeunt all but York

      D. We adopt the Quarto version of the confrontation between Clifford and York at 5.3.20—30; the Folio version, an edited text of which follows, is probably the author’s original draft.

      CLIFFORD

      What seest thou in me, York? Why dost thou pause?

      YORK

      With thy brave bearing should I be in love,

      But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

      CLIFFORD

      Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,

      But that ’tis shown ignobly and in treason.

      YORK

      So let it help me now against thy sword,

      As I in justice and true right express it.

      CLIFFORD

      My soul and body on the action, both.

      YORK

      A dreadful lay. Address thee instantly.

      CLIFFORD

      La fin couronne les oeuvres.

      Alarms. They fight. York kills Clifford

      YORK

      Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.

      Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will. Exit

      RICHARD DUKE OF YORK

      (3 HENRY VI)

      THE play printed in the 1623 Folio as The Third Part of Henry the Sixth, with the Death of the Duke of York was described on the title-page of its first, unauthoritative publication in 1595 as The True Tragedy of Richard, Duke of York, and the Death of Good King Henry the Sixth, with the whole Contention between the two houses Lancaster and York. It is clearly a continuation of The First Part of the Contention, taking up the story where that play had ended, with the aspirations of Richard, Duke of York to the English throne, and was probably composed immediately afterwards.

      The final scenes of The First Part of the Contention briefly introduce two of York’s sons, Edward (the eldest) and Richard (already described as a ‘foul, indigested lump, | As crooked in . . . manners as [in] shape’). They, along with their brothers Edmund, Earl of Rutland, and George (later Duke of Clarence), figure more prominently in Richard Duke of York. The first scenes show York apparently fulfilling his ambition, as Henry VI weakly cedes his rights to the throne after his death; but Queen Margaret leads an army against York, and, when he is captured, personally taunts him with news of the murder of his youngest son, stabs York to death, and commands that his head be ‘set on York gates’. (This powerful scene includes the line ‘O tiger’s heart wrapped in a woman’s hide’, paraphrased by Robert Greene before September 1592, which establishes the upward limit of the play’s date.)

      Though Richard of York dies early in the action, the remainder of the play centres on his sons’ efforts (aided by Warwick’s politic schemings) to avenge his death and to establish the dominance of Yorkists over Lancastrians. The balance of power shifts frequently, and the brothers’ alliance crumbles, but finally Queen Margaret, with her French allies, is defeated and captured, and Richard of York’s surviving sons avenge their father’s death by killing her son, Edward, before her eyes. Richard of Gloucester starts to clear his way to the throne by murdering ‘Good King Henry’ in the Tower, and the play ends with the new King Edward IV exulting in his ‘country’s peace and brothers’ loves’ while Richard makes clear to the audience that Edward’s self-confidence is ill-founded.

      Though the play is loud and strife-ridden with war, power politics, and personal ambition, a concern with humane values emerges in the subtle and touching continuing portrayal of the quietist Henry VI, a saintly fool who meditates on the superiority of humble contentment to regal misery in an emblematic scene (2.5) that epitomizes the tragedy of civil strife.

      Richard Duke of York, like The First Part of the Contention, draws extensively on English chronicle history. Historically, the period of the action covers about sixteen years (1455 to 1471), but events are telescoped and rearranged; for instance, the opening scenes move rapidly from the Battle of St Albans (1445) to York’s death (1460); the future Richard III wa
    s only three years old, and living abroad, at the time of this opening battle in which he takes an active part; and Richard’s murder of Henry owes more to legend than to fact.

      THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY

      Of the King’s Party

      KING HENRY VI

      QUEEN MARGARET

      PRINCE EDWARD, their son

      Duke of S0MERSET

      Duke of EXETER

      Earl of NORTHUMBERLAND

      Earl of WESTMORLAND

      Lord CLIFFORD

      Lord Stafford

      SOMERVILLE

      Henry, young Earl of Richmond

      A SOLDIER who has killed his father

      A HUNTSMAN who guards King Edward

      The Divided House of Neville

      Earl of WARWICK, first of York’s party, later of Lancaster’s

      Marquis of MONTAGUE, his brother, of York’s party

      Earl of OXFORD, their brother-in-law, of Lancaster’s party

      Lord HASTINGS, their brother-in-law, of York’s party

      Of the Duke of York’s Party

      Richard Plantagenet, Duke of YORK

      EDWARD, Earl of March, his son, later Duke of York and

      KING EDWARD IV

      LADY GRAY, a widow, later Edward’s wife and queen

      Earl RIVERS, her brother

      GEORGE, Edward’s brother, later Duke OF CLARENCE

      RICHARD, Edward’s brother, later Duke OF GLOUCESTER

      Earl of RUTLAND, Edward’s brother

      Rutland’s TUTOR, a chaplain

      SIR JOHN Mortimer, York’s uncle

      Sir Hugh Mortimer, his brother

      Duke of NORFOLK

      Sir William Stanley

      Earl of Pembroke

      Sir John MONTGOMERY

      A NOBLEMAN

      Two GAMEKEEPERS

      Three WATCHMEN, who guard King Edward’s tent

      LIEUTENANT of the Tower

      The French

      KING LOUIS

      LADY BONA, his sister-in-law

      Lord Bourbon, the French High Admiral

      Others

      A SOLDIER who has killed his son

      Mayor of Coventry

      MAYOR of York

      Aldermen of York

      Soldiers, messengers, and attendants

      The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth

      1.1 A chair of state. Alarum. Enter Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York, his two sons Edward, Earl of March, and Crookback Richard, the Duke of Norfolk, the Marquis of Montague, and the Earl of Warwick, ⌈with drummers⌉ and soldiers. ⌈They all wear white roses in their hats⌉

      WARWICK

      I wonder how the King escaped our hands?

      YORK

      While we pursued the horsemen of the north,

      He slyly stole away and left his men;

      Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,

      Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,

      Cheered up the drooping army; and himself,

      Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast,

      Charged our main battle’s front, and, breaking in,

      Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

      EDWARD

      Lord Stafford’s father, Duke of Buckingham,

      Is either slain or wounded dangerous.

      I cleft his beaver with a downright blow.

      That this is true, father, behold his blood.

      He shows a bloody sword

      MONTAGUE ⌈to York⌉

      And, brother, here’s the Earl of Wiltshire’s blood,

      He shows a bloody sword

      Whom I encountered as the battles joined.

      RICHARD (to Somerset’s head, which he shows) Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.

      YORK

      Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.

      (To the head) But is your grace dead, my lord of

      Somerset?

      NORFOLK

      Such hap have all the line of John of Gaunt.

      RICHARD

      Thus do I hope to shake King Henry’s head.

      ⌈He holds aloft the head, then throws it down⌉

      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 (pointing to the chair of state), the regal

      seat—possess it, York,

      For this is thine, and not King Henry’s heirs’.

      YORK

      Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will,

      For hither we have broken in by force.

      NORFOLK

      We’ll all assist you—he that flies shall die.

      YORK

      Thanks, gentle Norfolk. Stay by me, my lords

      And soidiers—stay, and lodge by me this night.

      They go up upon the state

      WARWICK

      And when the King comes, offer him no violence

      Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.

      ⌈The soldiers withdraw⌉

      YORK

      The Queen this day here holds her Parliament,

      But little thinks we shall be of her council;

      By words or blows here let us win our right.

      RICHARD

      Armed as we are, let’s stay within this house.

      WARWICK

      ‘The Bloody Parliament’ shall this be called,

      Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,

      And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice

      Hath made us bywords to our enemies.

      YORK

      Then leave me not, my lords. Be resolute—

      I mean to take possession of my right.

      WARWICK

      Neither the King nor he that loves him best—

      The proudest he that holds up Lancaster—

      Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells.

      I’ll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.

      Resolve thee, Richard—claim the English crown.

      ⌈York sits in the chair.⌉

      Flourish. Enter King Henry, Lord Clifford, the Earls

      of Northumberland and Westmorland, the Duke of

      Exeter, and the rest. ⌈They all wear red roses in

      their hats⌉

      KING HENRY

      My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits—

      Even in the chair of state! Belike he means,

      Backed by the power of Warwick, that false peer,

      To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.

      Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father—

      And thine, Lord Clifford—and you both have vowed

      revenge

      On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.

      NORTHUMBERLAND

      If I be not, heavens be revenged on me.

      CLIFFORD

      The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.

      WESTMORLAND

      What, shall we suffer this? Let’s pluck him down.

      My heart for anger burns—I cannot brook it.

      KING HENRY

      Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland.

      CLIFFORD

      Patience is for poltroons, such as he (indicating York).

      He durst not sit there had your father lived.

      My gracious lord, here in the Parliament

      Let us assail the family of York.

      NORTHUMBERLAND

      Well hast thou spoken, cousin, be it so.

      KING HENRY

      Ah, know you not the city favours them,

      And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?

      EXETER

      But when the Duke is slain, they’ll quickly fly.

      KING HENRY

      Far be the thought of this from Henry’s heart,

      To make a shambles of the Parliament House.

      Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats


      Shall be the war that Henry means to use.

      (To York) Thou factious Duke of York, descend my

      throne

      And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet.

      I am thy sovereign.

      YORK I am thine.

      EXETER

      For shame, come down—he made thee Duke of York.

      YORK

      It was mine inheritance, as the earldom was.

      EXETER

      Thy father was a traitor to the crown.

      WARWICK

      Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown

      In following this usurping Henry.

      CLIFFORD

      Whom should he follow but his natural king?

      WARWICK

      True, Clifford, and that’s Richard Duke of York.

      KING HENRY (to York)

      And shall I stand and thou sit in my throne?

      YORK

      It must and shall be so—content thyself.

      WARWICK (to King Henry)

      Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be king.

      WESTMORLAND

      He is both king and Duke of Lancaster—

      And that, the Lord of Westmorland shall maintain.

      WARWICK

      And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget

      That we are those which chased you from the field,

      And slew your fathers, and, with colours spread,

      Marched through the city to the palace gates.

      NORTHUMBERLAND

      Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief,

      And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.

      WESTMORLAND (to York)

      Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons,

      Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I’ll have more lives

      Than drops of blood were in my father’s veins.

      CLIFFORD (to Warwick)

      Urge it no more, lest that, instead of words,

      I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger

      As shall revenge his death before I stir.

      WARWICK ⌈to York⌉

      Poor Clifford, how I scorn his worthless threats.

      YORK ⌈to King Henry⌉

      Will you we show our title to the crown?

      If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.

      KING HENRY

      What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?

      Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;

     


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