The Hollow Crown - Season 2 Edit

A crown for York.

A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

A goodly gift?

A napkin,

A persecutor I am sure, thou art.

A thousand fold it doth.

A wilderness is populous enough,

About what?

Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes.

After God,

After many scorns, many foul taunts,

After yourself and your young son, the Prince,

Ah, cousin York,

Ah, Exeter.

Ah, kill me with thy weapons, not with words.

Ah, timorous wretch!

Ah, Warwick.

Ah, what a life were this,

Ah, wretched man!

Alas, I am not cooped here for defense.

Alas, my Queen.

Alas, poor Clarence, is it for a wife

All hail, King Edward.

All in haste and as I guess.

All will revolt from me and turn to him.

Although my head

Ambitious York did level at thy crown.

An easy task 'tis but to love a king.

An evil sign.

An oath for his friends,

An oath is of no moment, being not took before a true and lawful magistrate

And am I then a man to be beloved?

And am rewarded at the last with shame?

And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice

And bid thee battle, Edward,

And bids her farewell to the glorious sun.

And come some other time to know our mind.

And could command no more content than I?

And cried, All hail

And cry Content!

And did corrupt frail nature with some bribe.

And disinherited thine only son.

And Exeter,

And force the tyrant from ms seat by war.

And frame my face to all occasions.

And from that torment I will free myself.

And happy always was it for that son

And harmful pity must be laid aside.

And haste is needful in this desp'rate case.

And he nor sees

And henceforth I am thy true servitor.

And here is the hand

And here's to right

And hideous tempest shook down trees.

And I choose only Clarence

And I forgive and quite forget old faults,

And I the House of York!

And I will venge thy death or die by attempting it.

And I, like one lost in a thorny wood,

And I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.

And if the rest be true which I have...

And in choosing for yourself, you've shown your judgment

And in despite of those that shall withstand you.

And joy that thou becom'st King Henry's friend.

And learn this lesson.

And leave not one alive, I live in hell.

And less than I was born to.

And let them fight that will.

And live we how we can,

And lo...

And long live thou, and these thy forward sons.

And made him to resign the crown perforce.

And made our footstool of security.

And Margaret, this for you,

And more such days as these to us befall!

And more unlikely than to accomplish

And murder whiles I smile.

And myself have in our armors watched the winter's night

And never seen thee, never borne thee son,

And not be tied unto his brother's will.

And not betray thy treason with a blush?

And not in me.

And not King Henry's heirs.

And now the battle's ended, if friend or foe,

And obtain no grace.

And of our labors thou shalt reap the gain.

And once again cry Charge! upon our foes.

And over shine the earth as this the world.

And over the chair of state, where now he sits,

And pardon thee.

And pardon, Father,

And replant Henry in his former state.

And return to Henry.

And see where Clarence waits.

And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself,

And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?

And seized upon their towns and provinces!

And set up Lancaster.

And shall have your will, because our king.

And shall I stand and thou sit in my throne?

And shall you have all kindness at my hand

And she is no more queen than thou art prince.

And smooths the frowns of war with peaceful looks.

And so, proud hearted Warwick,

And spend my latter days

And spies a far off shore.

And steel thy melting heart.

And still is friend to him and Margaret.

And thank you for your motion.

And that is more than I will yield unto.

And that is to enjoy thee for my love.

And that the Lord of Westmorland shall maintain.

And that the people

And the promised flames of the last day

And their true sovereign whom they must obey?

And then to confirm that friendship

And there it doth remain.

And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.

And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?

And this is he was his adopted heir.

And this is the heart that triumphs in their death.

And this soft courage makes your followers faint.

And this the regal seat.

And this word love,

And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.

And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.

And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine!

And thou, misshapen Dick

And thus I prophesy

And till I root out their accursed line

And to it, lords!

And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.

And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.

And unfeigned love.

And utter ruin of the House of York.

And wallows in our spilt blood.

And Warwick shall disprove it.

And wet my cheeks with artificial tears.

And what answer makes King Louis unto our letters?

And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.

And when the King comes, offer him no violence

And when thou fail'st,

And when with grief he wept,

And where this breach

And where thou art not...

And who slew your father, youthful Clifford.

And why not Queen?

And will not pity.

And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.

And with a puissant and a mighty power is marching hitherward

And with the crown, his head!

And with the other fling it at thy face, than bear so low a sail.

And with your hands your hearts,

And would my father had left me no more.

And would you not do much to do him good?

And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope

And yet I know not how to get the crown,

And yet...

And, having France our friend,

And, Richard,

And, that I love the tree

And, whiles I live, account this world but hell.

And, whilst I live, to honor me as thy king and sovereign.

And...

Are you there, butcher?

Arghh!

Arise a knight,

Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?

Art thou king, and wilt be forced?

As he is famed for mildness,

As I bethink me, you should not be king

As I do long and wish to be a subject.

As I now reap from thy too cruel hand.

As if they vowed some league inviolable.

As symbol white of my blood drinking hate.

Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will.

At a strife?

At Edgecote field this lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey,

At my feet!

At nine months old.

At the very heart of Louis' court.

Away with her and waft her hence to France.

Away with her. I charge ye, bear her hence

Away, madam, away, the King is missing.

Away!

Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.

Ay, but my deeds shall stay thy fury soon.

Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.

Ay, crookback,

Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.

Ay, good My Lord, and leave us to our fortune.

Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair.

Ay, this is the hand

Ay, what of that?

Ay.

Ay.

Backing of the Duke of York,

Base Suffolk!

Base, fearful and despairing Henry!

Be Duke of Lancaster.

Be it with resolution, then, to fight!

Be no more unconstant.

Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland.

Be pitiful, dread Lord, and grant it then.

Be resident in men like one another,

Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.

Because thy father Henry did usurp,

Before I would have granted to that act.

Before the King will grant

Before you answer Warwick

Begins our lasting joy.

Being so far off.

Belike she minds to play the Amazon.

Blows and revenge for me.

Blows twice two for one.

Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed

Boys!

Bred by necessity,

Brother?

But be it as it may.

But buckle with thee

But by thy help to this distressed queen?

But Duke of York.

But ere I go, brother Richard...

But for a kingdom any oath may be broken.

But from deceit.

But grief and woe?

But here comes one whose heavy looks foretell

But how is it that great Plantagenet

But I have reasons strong and forcible!

But I was made a king,

But in this troublous time, what's to be done?

But little thinks we shall be of her council.

But most himself, if he could see his shame.

But only slaughtered by the ireful arm

But say, is Warwick

But severed in a pale clear shining sky.

But that 'tis shows ignobly and in treason.

But that the next heir should succeed and reign.

But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

But thou preferr'st thy life to thine honor.

But thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.

But welcome, George,

But what said Henry's queen?

But what said Warwick to these injuries?

But when the Duke is slain, they will quickly fly.

But wherefore dids't thou come?

But who can cease to weep and look on this?

But you will take exceptions to my boon.

But, if thou be a king,

By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,

By heaven, wretch, we'll plague ye for that word.

By many hands your father was subdued,

By my state I swear to thee, I mean no more

By my thwarting stars.

By such a lowly vassal as thyself.

By words and blows here let us claim our right.

Call forth our troops and bid them arm themselves!

Call me thy king and at my hands beg mercy

Call Warwick patron and be penitent,

Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?

Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head.

Canst thou speak 'gainst thy true king

Charge!

Cheer up your spirits.

Civil dissension

Clarence and Gloucester,

Clarence.

Clifford approaches! Go!

Clifford, ask mercy

Clifford...

Come

Come forth and fight with me!

Come hither,

Come lords, to the field.

Come, boys!

Come, Clarence, come.

Come, cousin, let us tell the Queen these news.

Come, Richard,

Come, Richard! Edmond!

Come, rough Westmorland,

Come, sit by me.

Come, son. Edmund.

Come, Suffolk. Defend thy rose!

Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down.

Come, we must away from here.

Come.

Come.

Conditionally,

Confess who set thee up and plucked thee down?

Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,

Content thyself.

Could this kiss be printed in thy hand?

Cousin of Exeter, frowns,

Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?

Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells.

Dark cloudy death o'ershades

Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?

Dear brother,

Dear God.

Descend my throne and kneel for grace and mercy

Desolation.

Did anyone see or hear the fate of Somerset,

Did I impale him with the regal crown?

Did I put Henry from his native right?

Didst thou never hear that things ill got

Didst yield consent to disinherit him,

Die, prophet in thy speech!

Dispatch me here!

Dispatch me, Richard.

Dispatch, Henry.

Dispatch...

Disperse me, Richard, have mercy!

Do not frown upon my faults, for I will henceforth

Do right unto this princely Duke of York

Do you love your son?

Dogs howled,

Dost thou know who speaks to thee?

Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.

Doth not the object cheer your heart, My Lord?

Down, down to hell, and say I sent thee thither

Draw thy sword in right.

Duke of York, be king,

Duke of York.

Durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?

Each one a perfect sun.

Earl of Richmond.

Edmond! Richard!

Edmund and Richard will follow thee.

Edward and George, you both shall stay with me.

Edward,

Edward, George...

Edward, kneel down.

Edward...

Edward's brother, were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.

Either they are thine,

Else might I think that Clarence,

Enforced thee!

England's hope.

Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.

Enough.

Ere the battle joined.

Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.

Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be.

Even at this sight,

Even of pure love,

Even upon thy conscience, Is Edward your true king?

Excuse me to the King, my brother.

Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown

Fair lords?

Far be the thought of it from Henry's heart

Farewell, faint hearted and degenerate King,

Farewell, My Lord.

Farewell, sweet lords, let's meet at Tewkesbury.

Father of Warwick, know you what this means?

Father, do but think how sweet a thing it is to wear a crown.

Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head!

Father, we'll win them, fear it not.

Father!

Father!

Father!

Father...

Fear not that, My Lord.

First, to crave a league of amity,

For 'tis Clifford.

For a thousand causes I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.

For all the trouble thou hast turned me to?

For by that loss I will not purchase them.

For he could not so resign his crown

For here I hope

For how can I help them, and not myself?

For how can tyrants safely govern home

For I am sure that she was there in place.

For I command no more,

For I have bought it with an hundred blows.

For I knew not thee.

For I myself

For I were loath to link with him that were not lawful chosen.

For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter,

For in thy shoulder do I build my seat.

For king of England shalt thou be proclaimed

For many lives stand between me and home.

For men may talk of kings, and why not I?

For mocking marriage with a dame of France!

For never henceforth shall I joy again.

For now the House of York, burns with revenging fire.

For often have I heard my mother say

For one or both of us, the time is come.

For Protector.

For shame, come down. He made thee Duke of York.

For shame, Oxford,

For the chair and dukedom,

For the poor King's death.

For this amongst the rest, was I ordained

For thou art fortunate

For thy foul misleading me.

For what is in this world

For where thou art,

For wise men say it is the wisest course!

For with a band of strongly armed men comes Warwick,

For you shall sup with Jesus Christ tonight.

Forbear awhile.

Forthwith I'll take him hence to Brittany,

Forward!

Foul stigmatic,

Friends with Margaret?

From off the city gates fetch down the head,

From them that wish the downfall of our house.

From this misdeed of Edward's...

From whence thou sprang'st.

From whom I know not.

From worthy Edward, King of Albion,

Gentle heaven, pity!

George, of Clarence.

Give me some reason why thou disapproves

Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold,

Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade to shepherds

Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,

Go to thy sister's house. Do not look back.

Go, Mother, we will follow!

Go, Mother!

Go, Richard. Look to thy mother!

Go, send him hence, I will not hear him speak.

God forbid that I should wish them severed

God forbid the hour...

God forbid your grace should be forsworn.

God save King Edward, fourth of that name!

God save King Henry!

God save Queen Margaret!

God save the King!

Good day, My Lord.

Good fortune bids us pause,

Good King of England

Good Warwick.

Gracious sovereign, they are so linked in friendship

Ha!

Had ever bad success?

Had I been there,

Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,

Had left no mourning widows for our death.

Hadst thou been killed when first thou didst presume,

Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I?

Hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,

Hail the House of York!

Hang the traitor.

Hard hearted Clifford, take me from the world,

Harry, 'tis no land of thine.

Has your king married the Lady Grey?

Hath made us bywords to our enemies.

Have at thee!

Have by my hands of life bereaved him.

Have mercy...

Have shaped my body so,

Have turned my hate to love,

Having my country's peace and brothers' loves,

He is a prince soon won with moving words

He is both king and Duke of Lancaster,

He is lawful king.

He is the House of Lancaster.

He is the last descendent of old John of Gaunt.

He rose against him

He was the author,

He, but a duke, would have his son a king.

He, more incensed against your majesty than all the rest,

He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.

Hear me but one word.

Hear me speak

Heavy times, begetting such events!

Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity.

Henry had none, but did usurp his place.

Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.

Her humble suit.

Her suit is now to repossess those lands.

Here I stand to answer thee.

Here is the Duke of Somerset,

Here!

Here's for my father's death!

Here's to avenge beloved Somerset.

Herein Your Highness wrongs both him and me,

His beams of life,

His demand springs not from Edward's well meant honest love

His dukedom and his chair with me is left.

His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee,

His queen, My Lord?

His sword.

Hmm.

Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.

Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much.

Hold, Warwick! Seek you out

Hold!

Hours, days, months, and years,

How hast thou injured both thyself and us?

How it doth grieve me

How like you our choice of wife?

How many children hast thou, widow, tell me?

How many days will finish up the year.

How many hours bring about the day,

How many make the hour full, complete.

How many years a mortal man may live.

How now,

How shall Bona be revenged

How sweet, how lovely.

I am content.

I am far better born than is the King

I am like no brother.

I am myself alone.

I am ready to put armor on.

I am so sorry for my trespass made

I am the Queen!

I am the Queen.

I am the son of Henry the Fifth,

I am thine.

I am thy sovereign.

I am too mean a subject for thy wrath.

I am your king, and I must have my will.

I and ten thousand in this luckless realm

I bid you farewell

I came into this world with my legs forward.

I cannot stay to hear these articles.

I cannot weep.

I come in kindness

I dare your quenchless fury to more rage.

I defy thee,

I did mean my queen.

I fear me, love, if that I were dead

I give my hand.

I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.

I greet mine own land

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow

I have no brother,

I here entail the crown to thee and to thine heirs forever.

I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe.

I here protest, in sight of heaven

I here renounce him.

I here resign my government to thee,

I hold it cowardice to rest mistrustful

I knew not what I did.

I know by that he's dead.

I know my duty. You are all undutiful.

I know thee, Somerset.

I long till Edward fall by war's mischance

I make you both protectors of this land.

I mean to take possession of my right.

I need to levy men and make for war,

I rather wish for foes than hollow friends.

I see the lady has a thing to grant

I shame to hear thee speak.

I stabbed your father's bosom,

I stain this napkin with the blood that valiant Clifford,

I tell ye all I am your better.

I that have neither pity, love, nor fear!

I think his understanding is bereft.

I think it cites us, brother, to the field,

I throw my infamy at thee.

I took an oath

I was a woeful looker on when as the noble Duke of York was slain,

I will defend our crown unto the death.

I will make amends.

I will not bandy with thee word for word,

I will not rest until the white rose I wear

I will not ruinate my father's house,

I will prove the opposite,

I will provide thee.

I will revenge this wrong to Lady Bona

I will unto the field presently

I wonder how our princely father scaped.

I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.

I would Your Highness would keep from the field.

I'll bear thee hence,

I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.

I'll have more lives than drops of blood were in my father's veins.

I'll hear no more!

I'll hence to London on a serious matter.

I'll join mine youngest daughter,

I'll leave my son

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,

I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown.

I'll pluck it down.

I'll undertake to land them on our coast

If any spark of life be yet remaining,

If for the last, Say, Ay!

If God's good will were so.

If I but had thy heavenly company.

If I claim by open war.

If it be so, then go, depart to him.

If it be thy Will.

If it be true the King has fled to London,

If murdering innocents be executing,

If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell!

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

If secret powers

If thou dar'st.

If thou vouchsafe to grant

If you will hear me speak.

III blows the wind that profits nobody.

In all thy deeds.

In cruelty will I seek out my fame.

In devotion,

In every borough as we pass along.

In following this usurping Henry.

In lawful marriage.

In mind, and that's enough.

In proud array.

In sound alliance by marrying the proud King Louis' sister

In this, the heaven figures some event.

In thy suggestion I become thy whore.

In whose cold blood

Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of.

Injurious Margaret...

Instead whereof let he supply the room.

Intends here to besiege you in your house.

Is a viperous worm

Is as a fury to torment my soul!

Is crowned so soon and broke his solemn oath?

Is dyed even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart!

Is either slain or wounded dangerously.

Is Louis so brave?

Is not a dukedom, sir,

Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?

Is vain and frivolous.

Is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?

Is't for my life?

It grieves me to see thee once more a traitor.

It irks my very soul.

It is impossible that I should die

It is impossible.

It is my eldest son.

It is my father's face.

It must and shall be so.

It shall be done, My Sovereign, with all speed.

It shall be so.

It was my inheritance, as the earldom was.

It was my will and grant, and for this once my will shall stand for law.

It were dishonor to deny it her.

It will outrun you, Father, in the end.

Judas kissed his master

Kill me, too!

King Edward!

King Louis and Lady Bona,

King Louis cannot greatly sting to hurt,

King Louis hath been tainted with remorse

King Louis,

Kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.

Kneel down!

Knit earth and heaven together!

Know us by these colors for thy foes.

Know you not the city favors them,

Lady Anne

Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George.

Laughed in his face,

Leave Henry, and call Edward King

Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king

Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.

Let him be gently used.

Let him be king.

Let me embrace the sour adversaries,

Let me entreat,

Let me for this my lifetime reign as king.

Let me give humble thanks for all at once.

Let me pray before I take my death.

Let us assail the family of York.

Let us hear him speak

Let's hear the orisons he makes.

Let's issue forth and bid them battle straight.

Let's levy men, meet Edward in the field.

Let's pluck him down.

Lift up that fatal screech owl to our house

Like one that stands upon a promontory

Listen to me, widow...

Listen to me.

Lo where youthful Prince Ned comes.

Lo, now my glory smeared in dust and blood.

Long live King Henry!

Long live King Henry.

Long live Prince Edward!

Long live Prince Edward!

Long live Prince Edward!

Look here,

Look on the boy,

Look to Anne and keep her safe.

Look to my daughter, Oxford,

Look where the sturdy rebel stands.

Look, York,

Looking on their silly sheep,

Lord Hastings, farewell.

Lord Warwick,

Lords, give us leave.

Make him kneel upon this dung hill here.

Make much of him, lords.

Margaret, God,

Marrow, bones and all...

Marry, and shall

May it please Your Highness

May never be forgot.

May not be punished

May readily be stopped.

Measure for measure

Methinks it were a happy life, to be no better

Methinks Your Grace hath not done well

Mine, boy?

More than I seem,

More than the nature of a brother's love!

Much effuse of blood doth make me faint.

Must be answered.

Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!

Must hunt this deer to death.

Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.

My breast can better brook thy dagger's point

My brother flies to Warwick?

My conscience tells me

My Creator's praise.

My crown is called content.

My crown is in my heart,

My curse upon your heads!

My eye's too quick,

My father's blood hath stopp'd

My gracious father, by your kingly leave

My gracious Liege, this too much lenity

My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament

My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it!

My heart is turned to stone.

My heart o'erweens too much,

My hope is gone.

My king.

My Liege, it is young Henry,

My Liege!

My Liege...

My Lord of Warwick, this letter is for you,

My Lord of Warwick.

My Lord of York,

My Lord,

My Lord,

My Lord, their dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,

My Lord!

My Lord!

My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns.

My noble Queen, let former grudges pass,

MY Son!

My soul to heaven,

My title's good, and better far than his.

My virtuous deeds behind,

My younger daughter shall be thine.

Nay, never bear me hence!

Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,

Nay, shall obey, and love thee, too...

Nay, Stay.

Nay, then the world goes hard when Clifford cannot spare

Nay, when? Strike now, or else the iron cools.

Ned!

Ned! EDWARD IV: Bring forth the gallant.

Ned...

Neither the King,

Never.

No bending knee will call thee Caesar now.

No longer Earl of March,

No more my king, for he dishonors me,

No quarrel, but a slight contention.

No sooner was I crept out of my cradle

No spark of honor bides.

No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.

No, first shall war unpeople this my realm.

No, gracious Lord, except I cannot do it.

No, Harry.

No, I can better play the orator!

No, no.

No, not a man comes for redress of thee.

No, Warwick, no,

No.

Nor he that loves him best,

Nor hears us what we say.

Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,

Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,

Not I, no!

Not on my head, nor to be seen.

Not separated by the racking clouds,

Not till King Henry be dead.

Now am I seated as my soul delights,

Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun,

Now breathe we, lords,

Now Duke of York,

Now Edward, made so by his father's death.

Now friends, to London will we march,

Now here, to pledge my vow,

Now in our fortunes made

Now join your hands,

Now killed by me, will have no use for coins.

Now looks he like a king.

Now my soul's palace is become a prison.

Now split my breast.

Now tell me, madam,

Now to London, to see these honors in possession.

Now Warwick,

Now will ye stoop?

Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.

Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now.

Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,

Now, brother of Clarence,

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

Now, Warwick, wilt thou, as is thy duty,

Now, welcome more, and ten times more, beloved,

Now...

O 'tis a fault

O Clifford, boist'rous Clifford,

O God, forgive my sins,

O God!

O God!

O Henry,

O let the vile world end,

O may such purple tears be always shed

O miserable thought,

O monstrous fault, to harbor such a thought.

O never shall I see more joy!

O no!

O passing traitor,

O pity,

O pity, God, this miserable age!

O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide.

O unbid spite, is sportful Edward come?

O yes, it doth,

Obscure and lowly swain, away.

Of Elizabeth as my wife and England's queen.

Of sweet young Edmund, by rough Clifford slain. Oh...

Of this blessed land

Of this young Richmond,

Of unrelenting Clifford and the Queen,

Off with his head,

Off with the crown,

Off with the traitor's head,

Oh!

Oh! Sprawl'st thou?

Oh. Welcome, My Lords.

Oh...

On thy shoulder will I lean.

Once more we sit in England's royal throne.

One son, my gracious Lord.

Open the gate for Lord Warwick.

Open the gate!

Or as thy father and his father did,

Or else thou wert not his.

Or felt that pain which I did for him once?

Or hew my way out with a bloody ax.

Or I will fill the house with armed men,

Or nourished him as I did with my blood,

Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

Or shall we, on the helmets of our foes,

Orphans for their parents' timeless deaths,

Our foes are nigh,

Our gentle hearted king!

Our hope, will succor us.

Our prop to lean upon, now thou art gone,

Our sister shall be Edward's.

Pardon me, Edward,

Pardon me, God,

Pardon me, Margaret, The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforced me.

Passed over to the end they were created,

Peace and prayer.

Peace to his soul, heaven,

Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.

Perjured and unjust.

Pity?

Pity...

Plantagenet, I come, Plantagenet!

Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,

Plantagenet!

Plantagenet!

Plantagenet!

Plantagenet!

Possess it, York, for this is thine

Prepare your battle, for they are at hand.

Prince Edward, for thee, thine uncles

Prince of Wales,

Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.

Queen Margaret is a subtle orator.

Rather than have that savage duke thine heir

Repurchased with the blood of enemies.

Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, traitor.

Resolve thee, Richard, claim the English crown.

Revoke that doom of mercy,

Richard and Edmund, with thy mother fly.

Richard Plantagenet,

Richard resigned the crown to Henry the Fourth,

Richard, I bear thy name,

Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,

Richard!

Richard!

Richard!

Richard! Son!

Right hand of mine

Right, gracious Lord, I cannot brook delay.

Royal commanders, be in readiness,

Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?

Say...

See how my sword weeps

See how the morning opes her golden gates

See where the surly Warwick sits.

See, see,

Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father.

Seeking a way and straying from the way,

Sent from your brother.

Sent to My Liege these words...

Set it atop the city gates.

Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,

Shall be the war that Henry means to use.

Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.

Shall I not hear my task?

Shall join our lights together...

Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.

Shall sweep the ground,

Shall we go throw our coats of steel away?

Shame on himself, for my desert is honor!

She better would have suited me than Rivers.

She is hard by, My Lord.

She wolf of France,

She's with the Duke of Somerset within.

Should lose his birthright by his father's fault?

Show what cruelty thou can'st,

Sirrah, leave us to ourselves.

So do I wish for the crown,

So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf.

So have we all.

So I shall,

So long as Edward is thy constant friend

So many days my ewes have been with young.

So many hours must I tend my flock,

So many years ere I shall shear the fleece.

So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,

So part we sadly in this troublous world,

So shalt he sinew both these lands together,

So... Minutes,

Some dreadful story hanging on his tongue.

Some other chase.

Somerset!

Somerset!

Somerset!

Somerset?

Son Edward.

Sons, peace.

Soon to be a king.

Sound drum and trumpets, and to London all.

Sound drums and trumpets and the King will fly!

Sound drums and trumpets!

Speak freely what you think.

Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee?

Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York.

Speak not spite,

Speak suddenly, My Lord, are we all friends?

Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.

Speak, Clifford,

St George, and victory!

Stay by me then, My Lords.

Stay here, My Lords. Conceal thyselves awhile.

Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.

Steeped in the harmless blood

Still wear the crown,

Suffolk, I say!

Suffolk!

Suffolk!

Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,

Suppose he did it unconstrained,

Suppose that I am now my father's mouth.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

Sweet Duke of York,

Sweet father, do so, set it on your head.

Sweet widow,

Take her!

Take that...

Take this, to end thy agony.

Talk not of France, since thou hast lost it all.

Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,

Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,

Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,

Tell him I am ready to put armor on.

Tell him, quoth she,

Tell me if you love Warwick more than me.

Tell me,

Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?

Than a homely swain.

Than any home bred marriage.

Than can my ears that tragic history

Than doth a rich embroidered canopy

Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.

Than what my soul intends,

Thanks, gentle Vernon.

Thanks, noble Clarence.

That fear their subjects' treachery?

That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring

That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

That gold should round engirt these brows of mine.

That hath authority over him that swears.

That he should quietly reign.

That here thou take an oath to cease this civil war,

That hopes to rise again.

That I am clear

That I may concur fortune's spite,

That I,

That if King Louis will vouchsafe to furnish us

That in thy need such comfort come to thee

That is my office! For my father's sake.

That Louis of France is sending over masquers

That many a thousand, men for their sons,

That Margaret, your queen be sent for,

That no dissension hinder government.

That nothing sung but death to us and ours.

That nothing sung but death to us and ours.

That slew thy brother Edmund,

That sought to be encompassed with your crown.

That stabbed thy father York,

That the young prince will marry Warwick's daughter.

That this is true, Father, behold his blood.

That this my death

That thou art malcontent?

That thou art thus slain.

That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace.

That virtuous Lady Bona,

That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,

That your estate requires and mine can yield.

That, if our queen and this young prince agree,

That, though I want a kingdom,

That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,

That's more than thou canst tell.

That's soon performed, because I am a subject.

The Bloody Parliament shall it be called, unless Plantagenet,

The common people by numbers swarm to us.

The crown of England, Father, which is yours.

The Duke of York with Warwick has set out,

The foe is merciless

The foulest canker of the blood red rose?

The honorable blood of Lancaster

The Lord Protector lost it, and not I!

The lords that have forsworn thy coward colors

The next degree is England's royal throne.

The owl shriek'd at thy birth,

The passage where thy words should enter.

The Queen hath best success when you are absent.

The Queen this day here holds her parliament,

The Queen with all the northern earls and lords

The ruthless Queen gave him to dry his cheeks

The saddest spectacle that e'er I viewed.

The sight of any of the House of York

The soldiers should have tossed me on their pikes

The thief doth fear each bush an officer

The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn.

The Tower!

Then for the first of all your chief affairs

Then get your husband's lands, to do him good.

Then leave me not, My Lords, be resolute.

Then to divide the times,

Then to the palace with triumphant march,

Then, England's messenger, return in post, and tell false Edward,

Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick.

Then, nobly, York,

Then, since 'twas he that made you to depose

Then, since the heavens

Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,

Then, to have joined with France

There is one old supporter of the King

There is the world itself,

There to be crowned England's royal king.

There, take thy crown, and with thy crown my curse,

Thereby

Therefore I came unto Your Majesty.

Therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.

Therefore,

Therefore, die.

Therefore, I'll come.

Therefore, to arms.

Therefore... O let me pray,

Therein thou wrong'st thy child mightily.

Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honor.

These words

They all proclaim him king.

They are already, or quickly will be, landed.

They join, embrace and seem to kiss,

They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.

They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.

They took his head,

They will be here by morning.

Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?

Think, Margaret, on revenge and cease to weep.

Think'st thou I am an executioner?

Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,

This arm upholds the House of Lancaster.

This assures my constant loyalty,

This from our king unto Your Highness.

This is brother like.

This is the former king, let's seize upon him.

This is the palace of the fearful King.

This man like me, a humble foot soldier.

This oath I willingly take and will perform.

This pale and angry rose...

This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.

Thou brat of this accursed Duke of York,

Thou canst not, son,

Thou canst not, son,

Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.

Thou hast slain the flower of Europe for his chivalry.

Thou hast spoke too much already.

Thou kennel, puddle, sink,

Thou set me free.

Thou shall die.

Thou shalt know this strong

Thou shouldst be mad.

Thou speaks't truth.

Thou the instrument.

Thou wilt, if Warwick call.

Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart blood there,

Thou wouldst not mourn so much for me.

Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son,

Thou, factious Duke of York,

Though I be not the eldest, give me leave!

Though speak'st in vain, poor boy.

Three glorious suns,

Throne and kingdom say,

Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head!

Thus do I leave thee.

Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat

Thus Margaret used her state and birth

Thus yields the cedar to the ax's edge.

Thy balm washed off wherewith thou wast anointed.

Thy fair sister,

Thy father slew my father,

Thy father was a traitor to the crown.

Thy father was, as thou art,

Thy kinsman and thy friends,

Thy lips that kissed the Queen

Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain.

Thy place is filled, thy scepter wrung from thee,

Thy son I killed for his presumption.

Thy supposed king, that Louis of France is sending over masquers

Thy words move rage and not remorse in me.

Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.

Till storms be past of civil enmity.

Till that act of Parliament be repealed,

To cross me from the golden time I look for.

To disproportion me in every part. Like to a chaos!

To do him good, I would sustain some harm.

To England's king

To fill the world with words?

To gain sanctuary for her and her son

To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales

To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears...

To Henry's body, and supply his place.

To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.

To kings that...

To London.

To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

To make a shambles of the Parliament House.

To make the French king's sister Edward's queen.

To meet in heaven

To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem!

To place an envious mountain on my back,

To resolve me now,

To return from France with speed.

To revel it with him and his new bride.

To revel it with him and his new bride.

To say the truth,

To see the minutes how they run,

To see this sight,

To shape my legs of an unequal size.

To shrink mine arm up like a withered shrub.

To signify thou earnest to bite the world.

To sin's rebuke and

To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.

To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.

To that which grieves my heart.

To thee I pray, sweet Clifford, pity me!

To wit, an indigested and deformed lump

Too, too unpardonable.

Torment myself to catch the English crown.

Traitors as ye are,

True nobility is exempt from fear.

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

Trust me, My Lord, all hitherto goes well.

Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.

Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?

Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.

Unless my hand and strength could equal them.

Unless they seek for hatred at my hands.

Unsheathe your sword and dub him presently.

Until today, Louis was Henry's friend.

Unto the brother of your loving bride.

Untutored lad, thou art impudent.

Valiant Clifford!

Victory for York and victory for Edward.

Victory for York!

War hath given thee peace, now thou art still.

Warwick and Clarence give me both your hands.

Warwick calls!

Warwick,

Warwick,

Warwick, answer me one doubt...

Warwick, as ourself,

Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.

Warwick.

Warwick...

Was ever king that joyed an earthly throne

Was it you that would be England's king?

Was never subject longed to be a king

Was slain, his lands then seized on by Lancastrians.

We have no staff, no stay.

We must confer.

We shall not dread the scatter'd foe

We shall return to wear our crown.

We shall speak more of this.

We shall to London get,

We will pursue him there.

We'll all assist you, he that flies shall die.

We'll yoke together, like a double shadow

Weeping is for babes!

Welcome, brave Warwick!

Welcome, good Clarence,

Welcome, Queen Margaret.

Well then, mine honesty shall be my dower,

Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarned.

Well, if thou be a king crowned with content,

Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard,

Well, then I will do what Your Grace commands.

Well, then you mean not as I thought you did.

Were he as famous and as bold in war

Were it farther off,

Were it not pity that this godly boy

Wert thou as we are we might recover all our loss again.

What art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?

What brings thee to France?

What counsel, lords?

What danger or what sorrow can befall you

What is thy quarrel? How began it first?

What is Your Lordship's business in France?

What letters or what news from France, good Hastings?

What mutter you, or what conspire you, Lords?

What other pleasure can the world afford?

What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?

What satisfaction canst thou make

What scene of death hath we two now to act?

What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?

What stops, My Lord,

What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?

What wrong is this unto the Prince, your son!

What you command, that rests in me to do.

What youth is that, of whom you seem to have so tender care?

What, are ye daunted now?

What, at your book so hard?

What, not an oath?

What, shall we suffer this?

What, Warwick,

What, what...

What?

What? Can so young a thorn begin to prick?

What? The Tower.

When as he meant all harm.

When I was crowned I was but nine months old.

When this is known,

Where a noble heart hath pawned an open hand in sign of love,

Where are your crowns, old man?

Where George of Clarence sweeps along,

Where is the Queen?

Where is thy crown?

Where is your darling Edmund?

Where is your darling Edmund?

Where is your mess of sons to back you now?

Where sits deformity to mock my body

Where you are loved.

Where's my father?

Where's Richard gone?

Where's the Duke of Suffolk?

Whereby my son is disinherited.

Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?

Which am a silly woman,

Which argued thee a most unloving father.

Which being shallow,

Which chased you from the field.

Which gray beards call divine,

While I myself will lead a private life here

While life upholds this arm,

Who at his hands received my life,

Who crowned the gracious Duke in high despite.

Who gave his blood to lime the stones together

Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop

Who's this?

Whoa!

Whom God hath joined together!

Whom I encountered

Whom I unnaturally now disinherit.

Whom should he follow but his natural king?

Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?

Whose father slew my father,

Whose filth and dirt trouble the silver spring where England drinks.

Whose heir my father was, and I am his.

Whose soul is that who takes her heavy leave?

Why art thou patient, man?

Why do we linger thus?

Why dost thou pause?

Why should she live,

Why should you sigh, My Lord?

Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.

Why then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands?

Why then, thou art an executioner.

Why, I can smile,

Why, I do but dream on sovereignty.

Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb.

Why, so I am,

Why, that's my fortune, too,

Why, that's my son!

Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out.

Why, Warwick,

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?

Why! How now, sons...

Widow, we will consider your suit,

Will follow mine, to thy foul disgrace,

Will we show you our title to the crown?

Will you stand by us?

Wilt thou leave thy tent and fight?

With a nuptial knot,

With his weapon's spike made issue from the neck of a young boy.

With my wishful sight.

With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee to plague thee

With some few bands of chosen soldiers,

With thy brave bearing should I be in love, Exeter.

With whom an upright zeal to right prevails,

Withhold revenge,

Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.

Wives for their husbands,

Words and threats

Worthy brother, thanks.

Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.

Would he were wasted,

Would I had died a maid

Would more have strengthened this our commonwealth

Would that I were dead,

Would thy best friends did know

Write up his title with usurping blood!

Yay.

Yea, brother Richard, are you offended, too?

Yes, I accept.

Yes, I agree,

Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.

Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief.

Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen,

Yet die we must.

Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

Yet in marriage may I not prove inferior to yourself.

Yet look to have him buzz to offend thine ears.

Yield or die, Somerset.

Yonder's the head of that arch enemy

York and Warwick are here.

York cannot speak without a crown.

York triumphs

You are old enough now and yet, methinks, you lose

You do mistake my meaning, lady.

You forget that we are those

You must be contented to go along with us.

You promised knighthood to our forward son.

You shall give me leave to play the broker in mine own behalf,

You shall have aid.

Your father's head, which Clifford placed there,

Your Highness shall do well to grant her suit.

Your oath, My Lord,

Your right depends not on his life or death.

20 golden crowns!

and high on the city gates they set the same.

I will do thee service for so good a gift.

My Lord! Your Highness...

...and dispatch.

...Richard!

'Tis for a crown thou fight'st.

'Twas by rebellion against his King.

'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.

'Twas you that killed my brother, was it not?

'Twere pity he should lose his father's lands.