Act I, Scene ii
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| | RICHARD.: | |
| | Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave. | |
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| | EDWARD.: | |
| | No; I can better play the orator. | |
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| | MONTAGUE.: | |
| | But I have reasons strong and forcible. | |
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| | YORK.: | |
| | Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife? | |
| | What is your quarrel? how began it first? | |
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| | EDWARD.: | |
| | No quarrel, but a slight contention. | |
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| | RICHARD.: | |
| | About that which concerns your grace and us— | |
| | The crown of England, father, which is yours. | |
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| | YORK.: | |
| | Mine, boy? not till King Henry be dead. | |
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| | RICHARD.: | |
| | Your right depends not on his life or death. | |
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| | 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. | |
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| | YORK.: | |
| | I took an oath that he should quietly reign. | |
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| | EDWARD.: | |
| | But for a kingdom any oath may be broken; | |
| | I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year. | |
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| | RICHARD.: | |
| | No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn. | |
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| | YORK.: | |
| | I shall be, if I claim by open war. | |
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| | RICHARD.: | |
| | I'll prove the contrary if you'll hear me speak. | |
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| | YORK.: | |
| | Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. | |
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| | 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 't was 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 dyed | |
| | Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart. | |
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| | 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? | |
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| | But stay.—What news? Why com'st thou in such post? | |
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| | 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. | |
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| | 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, | |
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| | With powerful policy strengthen themselves, | |
| | And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths. | |
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| | MONTAGUE.: | |
| | Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: | |
| | And thus most humbly I do take my leave. | |
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[Enter SIR JOHN and SIR HUGH MORTIMER.]
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| | 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. | |
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| | SIR JOHN.: | |
| | She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field. | |
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| | YORK.: | |
| | What, with five thousand men? | |
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| | RICHARD.: | |
| | Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need. | |
| | A woman-general! what should we fear? | |
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| | EDWARD.: | |
| | I hear their drums; let's set our men in order, | |
| | And issue forth and bid them battle straight. | |
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| | 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 | |
| | Whenas the enemy hath been ten to one; | |
| | Why should I not now have the like success? | |
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