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Henry VI, Part 3 - Act 4, scene 8
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Navigate this workHenry VI, Part 3 - Act 4, scene 8
Act 4, scene 8
King Henry, left at the Bishop’s Palace in London while Warwick and other Lancastrian leaders search for additional troops, is captured by King Edward and once again imprisoned. King Edward then marches toward Coventry to combat Warwick.Flourish. Enter King ⌜Henry,⌝ Warwick, Montague,
Clarence, Oxford, and ⌜Exeter, all wearing the red rose.⌝
2389 What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
2390 With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
2391 Hath passed in safety through the Narrow Seas,
2392 And with his troops doth march amain to London,
2393 5 And many giddy people flock to him.
2394 Let’s levy men and beat him back again.
2395 A little fire is quickly trodden out,
2396 Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.
2397 In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,
2398 10 Not mutinous in peace yet bold in war.
2399 Those will I muster up; and thou, son Clarence,
2400 Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent
p. 2072401 The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.—
2402 Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
2403 15 Northampton, and in Leicestershire shalt find
2404 Men well inclined to hear what thou command’st.—
2405 And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,
2406 In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.—
2407 My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
2408 20 Like to his island girt in with the ocean,
2409 Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
2410 Shall rest in London till we come to him.
2411 Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.—
2412 Farewell, my sovereign.
2413 25 Farewell, my Hector and my Troy’s true hope.
2414 In sign of truth, I kiss your Highness’ hand.
2415 Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate.
2416 Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
2417 And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
⌜He kisses Henry’s hand.⌝
2418 30 Sweet Oxford and my loving Montague
2419 And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
2420 Farewell, sweet lords. Let’s meet at Coventry.
⌜All but King Henry and Exeter⌝ exit.
2421 Here at the palace will I rest awhile.
2422 Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your Lordship?
2423 35 Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
2424 Should not be able to encounter mine.
2425 The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
p. 209KING HENRY
2426 That’s not my fear. My meed hath got me fame.
2427 I have not stopped mine ears to their demands,
2428 40 Nor posted off their suits with slow delays.
2429 My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
2430 My mildness hath allayed their swelling griefs,
2431 My mercy dried their water-flowing tears.
2432 I have not been desirous of their wealth
2433 45 Nor much oppressed them with great subsidies,
2434 Nor forward of revenge, though they much erred.
2435 Then why should they love Edward more than me?
2436 No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace;
2437 And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
2438 50 The lamb will never cease to follow him.
Shout within “À ⌜York!⌝ À ⌜York!⌝”
2439 Hark, hark, my lord, what shouts are these?
Enter ⌜King⌝ Edward ⌜and Richard⌝ and Soldiers,
⌜all wearing the white rose.⌝
2440 Seize on the shamefaced Henry, bear him hence,
2441 And once again proclaim us King of England.—
2442 You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow.
2443 55 Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry
2444 And swell so much the higher by their ebb.—
2445 Hence with him to the Tower. Let him not speak.
⌜Soldiers⌝ exit with King Henry ⌜and Exeter.⌝
2446 And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
2447 Where peremptory Warwick now remains.
2448 60 The sun shines hot, and if we use delay,
2449 Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
2450 Away betimes, before his forces join,
2451 And take the great-grown traitor unawares.
2452 Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.