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King Henry VI Part III
act i   Scene II.
William Shakespeare
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       Sandal Castle, near Wakefield, in Yorkshire
       Flourish. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and MONTAGUE
       RICHARD
       Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
       EDWARD
       No, I can better play the orator.
       MONTAGUE
       But I have reasons strong and forcible.
       Enter the DUKE OF YORK
       YORK
       Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?
       What is your quarrel? How began it first?
       EDWARD
       No quarrel, but a slight contention.
       YORK
       About what?
       RICHARD
       About that which concerns your Grace and us-
       The crown of England, father, which is yours.
       YORK
       Mine, boy? Not till King Henry be dead.
       RICHARD
       Your right depends not on his life or death.
       EDWARD
       Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now.
       By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
       It will outrun you, father, in the end.
       YORK
       I took an oath that he should quietly reign.
       EDWARD
       But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
       I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
       RICHARD
       No; God forbid your Grace should be forsworn.
       YORK
       I shall be, if I claim by open war.
       RICHARD
       I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.
       YORK
       Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.
       RICHARD
       An oath is of no moment, being not took
       Before a true and lawful magistrate
       That hath authority over him that swears.
       Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
       Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
       Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
       Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think
       How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
       Within whose circuit is Elysium
       And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
       Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest
       Until the white rose that I wear be dy'd
       Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.
       YORK
       Richard, enough; I will be King, or die.
       Brother, thou shalt to London presently
       And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
       Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk
       And tell him privily of our intent.
       You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,
       With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise;
       In them I trust, for they are soldiers,
       Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
       While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more
       But that I seek occasion how to rise,
       And yet the King not privy to my drift,
       Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
       Enter a MESSENGER
       But, stay. What news? Why com'st thou in such post?
       MESSENGER
       The Queen with all the northern earls and lords
       Intend here to besiege you in your castle.
       She is hard by with twenty thousand men;
       And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.
       YORK
       Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou that we fear them?
       Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
       My brother Montague shall post to London.
       Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
       Whom we have left protectors of the King,
       With pow'rful policy strengthen themselves
       And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.
       MONTAGUE
       Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not.
       And thus most humbly I do take my leave.
       Exit
       Enter SIR JOHN and SIR HUGH MORTIMER
       YORK
       Sir john and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles!
       You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
       The army of the Queen mean to besiege us.
       SIR JOHN
       She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.
       YORK
       What, with five thousand men?
       RICHARD
       Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need.
       A woman's general; what should we fear?
       [A march afar off]
       EDWARD
       I hear their drums. Let's set our men in order,
       And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
       YORK
       Five men to twenty! Though the odds be great,
       I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
       Many a battle have I won in France,
       When as the enemy hath been ten to one;
       Why should I not now have the like success?
       Exeunt
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Dramatis Personae
act i
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
   Scene III.
   Scene IV.
act ii
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
   Scene III.
   Scene IV.
   Scene V.
   Scene VI.
act iii
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
   Scene III.
act iv
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
   Scene III.
   Scene IV.
   Scene V.
   Scene VI.
   Scene VII.
   Scene VIII.
act v
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
   Scene III.
   Scene IV.
   Scene V.
   Scene VI.
   Scene VII.