Henry VI, Pt. 3
Act III, Scene 2
London. A palace room.
- Enter King Edward, Gloucester, Clarence, Lady Grey.
King Edward
1 - 7- Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Albans field
- This lady’s husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,
- His land then seiz’d on by the conqueror.
- Her suit is now to repossess those lands,
- Which we in justice cannot well deny,
- Because in quarrel of the house of York
- The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
Duke of Gloucester
8 - 9- Your Highness shall do well to grant her suit;
- It were dishonor to deny it her.
King Edward
10- It were no less, but yet I’ll make a pause.
Duke of Gloucester
11 - 13- Aside to Clarence.
- Yea, is it so?
- I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
- Before the King will grant her humble suit.
Duke of Clarence
14- Aside to Gloucester
- He knows the game; how true he keeps the wind!
Duke of Gloucester
15- Aside to Clarence.
- Silence!
King Edward
16 - 17- Widow, we will consider of your suit,
- And come some other time to know our mind.
Lady Grey
18 - 20- Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay.
- May it please your Highness to resolve me now,
- And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.
Duke of Gloucester
21 - 23- Aside to Clarence.
- Ay, widow? Then I’ll warrant you all your lands,
- And if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
- Fight closer or, good faith, you’ll catch a blow.
Duke of Clarence
24- Aside to Gloucester
- I fear her not, unless she chance to fall.
Duke of Gloucester
25- Aside to Clarence.
- God forbid that, for he’ll take vantages.
King Edward
26- How many children hast thou, widow? Tell me.
Duke of Clarence
27- Aside to Gloucester
- I think he means to beg a child of her.
Duke of Gloucester
28- Aside to Clarence.
- Nay then whip me; he’ll rather give her two.
Lady Grey
29- Three, my most gracious lord.
Duke of Gloucester
30- Aside to Clarence.
- You shall have four and you’ll be rul’d by him.
King Edward
31- ’Twere pity they should lose their father’s lands.
Lady Grey
32- Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
King Edward
33- Lords, give us leave. I’ll try this widow’s wit.
Duke of Gloucester
34 - 35- Aside to Clarence.
- Ay, good leave have you, for you will have leave
- Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
- Gloucester and Clarence retire.
King Edward
36- Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
Lady Grey
37- Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
King Edward
38- And would you not do much to do them good?
Lady Grey
39- To do them good I would sustain some harm.
King Edward
40- Then get your husband’s lands, to do them good.
Lady Grey
41- Therefore I came unto your Majesty.
King Edward
42- I’ll tell you how these lands are to be got.
Lady Grey
43- So shall you bind me to your Highness’ service.
King Edward
44- What service wilt thou do me if I give them?
Lady Grey
45- What you command that rests in me to do.
King Edward
46- But you will take exceptions to my boon.
Lady Grey
47- No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
King Edward
48- Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
Lady Grey
49- Why then I will do what your Grace commands.
Duke of Gloucester
50- Aside to Clarence.
- He plies her hard, and much rain wears the marble.
Duke of Clarence
51- Aside to Gloucester
- As red as fire? Nay then, her wax must melt.
Lady Grey
52- Why stops my lord? Shall I not hear my task?
King Edward
53- An easy task, ’tis but to love a king.
Lady Grey
54- That’s soon perform’d, because I am a subject.
King Edward
55- Why then, thy husband’s lands I freely give thee.
Lady Grey
56- I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
Duke of Gloucester
57- Aside to Clarence.
- The match is made, she seals it with a cur’sy.
King Edward
58- But stay thee, ’tis the fruits of love I mean.
Lady Grey
59- The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
King Edward
60 - 61- Ay, but I fear me in another sense.
- What love, think’st thou, I sue so much to get?
Lady Grey
62 - 63- My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers—
- That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
King Edward
64- No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
Lady Grey
65- Why then you mean not as I thought you did.
King Edward
66- But now you partly may perceive my mind.
Lady Grey
67 - 68- My mind will never grant what I perceive
- Your Highness aims at, if I aim aright.
King Edward
69- To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
Lady Grey
70- To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
King Edward
71- Why then thou shalt not have thy husband’s lands.
Lady Grey
72 - 73- Why then mine honesty shall be my dower,
- For by that loss I will not purchase them.
King Edward
74- Therein thou wrong’st thy children mightily.
Lady Grey
75 - 78- Herein your Highness wrongs both them and me.
- But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
- Accords not with the sadness of my suit.
- Please you dismiss me, either with ay or no.
King Edward
79 - 80- Ay, if thou wilt say ay to my request;
- No, if thou dost say no to my demand.
Lady Grey
81- Then no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
Duke of Gloucester
82- Aside to Clarence.
- The widow likes him not, she knits her brows.
Duke of Clarence
83- Aside to Gloucester
- He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.
King Edward
84 - 89- Aside.
- Her looks doth argue her replete with modesty,
- Her words doth show her wit incomparable,
- All her perfections challenge sovereignty:
- One way or other, she is for a king,
- And she shall be my love or else my queen.—
- Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?
Lady Grey
90 - 92- ’Tis better said than done, my gracious lord.
- I am a subject fit to jest withal,
- But far unfit to be a sovereign.
King Edward
93 - 95- Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee
- I speak no more than what my soul intends,
- And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
Lady Grey
96 - 98- And that is more than I will yield unto.
- I know I am too mean to be your queen,
- And yet too good to be your concubine.
King Edward
99- You cavil, widow, I did mean my queen.
Lady Grey
100- ’Twill grieve your Grace my sons should call you father.
King Edward
101 - 106- No more than when my daughters call thee mother.
- Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children,
- And by God’s Mother, I, being but a bachelor,
- Have other some. Why, ’tis a happy thing
- To be the father unto many sons.
- Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
Duke of Gloucester
107- Aside to Clarence.
- The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.
Duke of Clarence
108- Aside to Gloucester
- When he was made a shriver, ’twas for shift.
King Edward
109- Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
Duke of Gloucester
110- The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
King Edward
111- You’ld think it strange if I should marry her.
Duke of Clarence
112- To who, my lord?
King Edward
113- Why, Clarence, to myself.
Duke of Gloucester
114- That would be ten days’ wonder at the least.
Duke of Clarence
115- That’s a day longer than a wonder lasts.
Duke of Gloucester
116- By so much is the wonder in extremes.
King Edward
117 - 118- Well, jest on, brothers. I can tell you both
- Her suit is granted for her husband’s lands.
- Enter a Nobleman.
Nobleman
119 - 120- My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,
- And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
King Edward
121 - 124- See that he be convey’d unto the Tower;
- And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
- To question of his apprehension.
- Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honorably.
- Exeunt. Manet Richard of Gloucester.
Duke of Gloucester
125 - 196- Ay, Edward will use women honorably.
- Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all,
- That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
- To cross me from the golden time I look for!
- And yet, between my soul’s desire and me—
- The lustful Edward’s title buried—
- Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
- And all the unlook’d-for issue of their bodies
- To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:
- A cold premeditation for my purpose!
- Why then I do but dream on sovereignty,
- Like one that stands upon a promontory
- And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
- Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
- And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
- Saying, he’ll lade it dry to have his way:
- So do I wish the crown, being so far off,
- And so I chide the means that keeps me from it,
- And so, I say, I’ll cut the causes off,
- Flattering me with impossibilities.
- My eye’s too quick, my heart o’erweens too much,
- Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
- Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
- What other pleasure can the world afford?
- I’ll make my heaven in a lady’s lap,
- And deck my body in gay ornaments,
- And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
- O miserable thought! And more unlikely
- Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
- Why, love forswore me in my mother’s womb;
- And for I should not deal in her soft laws,
- She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,
- To shrink mine arm up like a wither’d shrub,
- To make an envious mountain on my back,
- Where sits deformity to mock my body;
- To shape my legs of an unequal size,
- To disproportion me in every part,
- Like to a chaos, or an unlick’d bear-whelp
- That carries no impression like the dam.
- And am I then a man to be belov’d?
- O monstrous fault, to harbor such a thought!
- Then since this earth affords no joy to me
- But to command, to check, to o’erbear such
- As are of better person than myself,
- I’ll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
- And whiles I live, t’ account this world but hell,
- Until my misshap’d trunk that bears this head
- Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
- And yet I know not how to get the crown,
- For many lives stand between me and home;
- And I—like one lost in a thorny wood,
- That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns,
- Seeking a way, and straying from the way,
- Not knowing how to find the open air,
- But toiling desperately to find it out—
- Torment myself to catch the English crown;
- And from that torment I will free myself,
- Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
- Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
- And cry “Content” to that which grieves my heart,
- And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
- And frame my face to all occasions.
- I’ll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall,
- I’ll slay more gazers than the basilisk,
- I’ll play the orator as well as Nestor,
- Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could,
- And like a Sinon, take another Troy.
- I can add colors to the chameleon,
- Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
- And set the murderous Machevil to school.
- Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
- Tut, were it farther off, I’ll pluck it down.
- Exit.