Henry VI, Part 3 Scenes
A forest in the North of England.
(First Gamekeeper; Second Gamekeeper; King Henry)
Two gamekeepers lie in wait for deer, but find Henry instead; he discusses to himself how Margaret has gone to seek help in France, but how low the chances of success are. The two gamekeepers arrest him. He rebukes them mildly for breaking their oath to him, but they point how that they were only his subjects while he was king. He then goes with them, to be sent on to London. ( line)
Enter two Gamekeepers with cross-bows in their hands.
Under this thick-grown brake we’ll shroud ourselves,
For through this laund anon the deer will come,
And in this covert will we make our stand,
Culling the principal of all the deer.
I’ll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
That cannot be, the noise of thy crossbow
Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
Here stand we both and aim we at the best;
And for the time shall not seem tedious,
I’ll tell thee what befell me on a day
In this self place where now we mean to stand.
Here comes a man, let’s stay till he be past.
Enter the King Henry, disguised, with a prayer-book.
From Scotland am I stol’n, even of pure love,
To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
No, Harry, Harry, ’tis no land of thine;
Thy place is fill’d, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
Thy balm wash’d off wherewith thou was anointed.
No bending knee will call thee Caesar now,
No humble suitors press to speak for right,
No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
For how can I help them and not myself?
Ay, here’s a deer whose skin’s a keeper’s fee:
This is the quondam king; let’s seize upon him.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversities,
For wise men say it is the wisest course.
Why linger we? Let us lay hands upon him.
Forbear awhile, we’ll hear a little more.
My queen and son are gone to France for aid;
And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
Is thither gone to crave the French king’s sister
To wife for Edward. If this news be true,
Poor queen and son, your labor is but lost;
For Warwick is a subtle orator,
And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
By this account then, Margaret may win him,
For she’s a woman to be pitied much.
Her sighs will make a batt’ry in his breast,
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;
And Nero will be tainted with remorse
To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
Ay, but she’s come to beg; Warwick, to give:
She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry;
He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.
She weeps, and says her Henry is depos’d;
He smiles, and says his Edward is install’d;
That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;
Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
And in conclusion wins the King from her
With promise of his sister and what else,
To strengthen and support King Edward’s place.
O Margaret, thus ’twill be, and thou, poor soul,
Art then forsaken, as thou went’st forlorn!
Say, what art thou talk’st of kings and queens?
More than I seem, and less than I was born to;
A man at least, for less I should not be;
And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
Ay, but thou talk’st as if thou wert a king.
Why, so I am—in mind, and that’s enough.
But if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not deck’d with diamonds and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen. My crown is call’d content,
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
Well, if you be a king crown’d with content,
Your crown content and you must be contented
To go along with us; for, as we think,
You are the king King Edward hath depos’d;
And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance,
Will apprehend you as his enemy.
But did you never swear and break an oath?
No, never such an oath, nor will not now.
Where did you dwell when I was King of England?
Here in this country where we now remain.
I was anointed king at nine months old,
My father and my grandfather were kings;
And you were sworn true subjects unto me;
And tell me then, have you not broke your oaths?
For we were subjects but while you were king.
Why? Am I dead? Do I not breathe a man?
Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear!
Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
And as the air blows it to me again,
Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
And yielding to another when it blows,
Commanded always by the greater gust,
Such is the lightness of you common men.
But do not break your oaths, for of that sin
My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
Go where you will, the King shall be commanded;
And be you kings: command, and I’ll obey.
We are true subjects to the King, King Edward.
So would you be again to Henry,
If he were seated as King Edward is.
We charge you, in God’s name and the King’s,
To go with us unto the officers.
In God’s name lead; your king’s name be obey’d,
And what God will, that let your king perform;
And what he will, I humbly yield unto.