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- $Title{King Henry VI, Part III: Act V, Scene IV}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00350.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- KING HENRY VI, PART III
- (written about 1591-92)
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- ACT V
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- SCENE IV: Plains near Tewksbury.
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- {March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD,
- SOMERSET, OXFORD, and soldiers.}
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- QUEEN MARGARET: Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
- But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
- What though the mast be now blown overboard,
- The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,
- And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?
- Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he
- Should leave the helm and like a fearful lad
- With tearful eyes add water to the sea
- And give more strength to that which hath too much,
- Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, 10
- Which industry and courage might have saved?
- Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
- Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
- And Montague our topmost; what of him?
- Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
- Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
- And Somerset another goodly mast?
- The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
- And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
- For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? 20
- We will not from the helm to sit and weep,
- But keep our course, though the rough wind say no,
- From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
- As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.
- And what is Edward but ruthless sea?
- What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?
- And Richard but a ragged fatal rock?
- All these the enemies to our poor bark.
- Say you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while!
- Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink: 30
- Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
- Or else you famish; that's a threefold death.
- This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
- If case some one of you would fly from us,
- That there's no hoped-for mercy with the brothers
- More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks.
- Why, courage then! what cannot be avoided
- 'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
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- PRINCE EDWARD: Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
- Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, 40
- Infuse his breast with magnanimity
- And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
- I speak not this as doubting any here
- For did I but suspect a fearful man
- He should have leave to go away betimes,
- Lest in our need he might infect another
- And make him of like spirit to himself.
- If any such be here--as God forbid!--
- Let him depart before we need his help.
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- OXFORD: Women and children of so high a courage, 50
- And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
- O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
- Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live
- To bear his image and renew his glories!
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- SOMERSET: And he that will not fight for such a hope.
- Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
- If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
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- QUEEN MARGARET: Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.
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- PRINCE EDWARD: And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
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- {Enter a Messenger.}
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- Messenger: Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand. 60
- Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
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- OXFORD: I thought no less: it is his policy
- To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
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- SOMERSET: But he's deceived; we are in readiness.
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- QUEEN MARGARET: This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
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- OXFORD: Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
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- {Flourish and march. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER,
- CLARENCE, and soldiers.}
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- KING EDWARD IV: Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,
- Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,
- Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
- I need not add more fuel to your fire, 70
- For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out
- Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!
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- QUEEN MARGARET: Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
- My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
- Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
- Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
- Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
- His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
- His statutes cancell'd and his treasure spent;
- And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil. 80
- You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
- Be valiant and give signal to the fight.
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- [Alarum: Retreat: Excursions. Exeunt.]