Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought: But whether 'twas the coldness of the king. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then. What would your Grace have done unto him now? Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks. And shall have your will, because our king: Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too? But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell. Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay. and that succession be determined. Thou shouldst be mad; And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. And cried 'all hail!' I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak. Whiles lions war and battle for their dens. what! Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother; I'll hence to London on a serious matter: Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. This team includes Andrew, Alex, Luke, Jake, Indiana, Patrick and more. And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth. In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends. and give no foot of ground!'. Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son. And where's that brave hunchbacked monster, your boy Dicky, that cheered up his dad with his grumbly voice during the fight? why, now thou hast thy will: For raging wind blows up incessant showers, And when the rage allays, the rain begins. it is my father's face. and give no foot of ground!'. When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him. Come, make him stand on this molehill over here, And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder. For I have murdered where I should not kill. So, underneath the belly of their steeds. Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds; No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight: For at their hands I have deserved no pity. Your total lack of self-control makes you abominable. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown; Master lieutenant, now that God and friends. And all his lands and goods be confiscate. Read every line of Shakespeare's original text alongside a modern English translation. Well I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd: They shall have wars and pay for their presumption. This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight. Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak: That cries 'Retire,' if Warwick bid him stay. Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world. Off with the crown and, with the crown, his head; And whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead. NORTHUMBERLAND and CLIFFORD grab YORK. Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer. But how is it possible that the great Plantagenet has crowned so quickly? was it you that would be England's king? Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past. And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. You ask me to be angry? Hold, Clifford! And hath bereft thee of thy life too late! how lovely! Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland, Come, make him stand upon this molehill here That raught at mountains with outstretchd arms, Yet parted but the shadow with his hand. And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey. Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath? Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power. We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. The game features 6 levels that will challenge you to beat it. Ay, this is he that took King Henrys chair. Enter a Son that has killed his father, dragging in the dead body, Enter a Father that has killed his son, bringing in the body, Alarums: excursions. Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends. And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame? And once again bestride our foaming steeds, And once again cry 'Charge upon our foes!'. O, tis a fault too too unpardonable! Read every line of Shakespeare's original text alongside a modern English translation. and, lords, bow low to him. Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy! Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. Made issue from the bosom of the boy; thy priesthood saves thy life. Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught. Then fare you well, for I will hence again: Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. Hold, Clifford! My conscience tells me he is lawful king. and, lords, bow low to him: Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham, Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept; But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring. why, now thou hast thy will: For raging wind blows up incessant showers. is't for my life? art thou king, and wilt be forced? Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies. Alas poor York! Richard and Hastings: let them go; here is The duke. I must do the deed, for my father's sake. Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom. Next scene Act I, Scene 4 Another part of the field. And I am weak and cannot escape their rage. That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France. To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart; Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears. They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all. And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood. what hope of good? Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs. You should be mad! These soldiers shall be levied. nay, then the world goes hard. You are as opposite to everything that is good as people living on the other side of the world in the Antipodesare to us, or as the south is to the north. Think on the history these two characters have together and what the truth of this situation is for Margaret. A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!' With this, we charged again: but, out, alas! My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth. Panic so I can sing and dance! The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee. Alas, poor York! was it you that would be England's king? To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice. Are you there, butcher? Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords; And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears; Yea even my foes will shed fast-falling tears. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLIFFORD,] NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest] Henry VI. Or with the rest, where is your darling, Rutland? That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point. I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind; As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep, Ah, cousin York! Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends? Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right. Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade. Look, York: I stain'd this napkin with the blood That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point, Made issue from the bosom of the boy; And if thine eyes can water for his death, I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal. The queen with all the northern earls and lords. How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd! for a thousand causes. No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay: These words will cost ten thousand lives this day. O brave young prince! Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator, But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear. Not even hungry cannibals would have touched Rutland's face or stained it with blood. You'll think it strange if I should marry her. Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee. What! Was ever king so grieved for subjects' woe? How did he break his sacred promise? Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. Keep fighting!" What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown? That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring. Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance; Like to a dismal clangour heard from far, 'Warwick, revenge! Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind. For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go; My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell; Even for the loss of thee, having no more. No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth. Wont: Likely wilt thou go along? Come, make him stand on this molehill here. Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live. Oh, Clifford, use your brain once again, and think over the life I have lived. Sweet rest his soul! Well, now your wish will come true. My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee. And over-shine the earth as this the world. But such as I, without your special pardon. Which argued thee a most unloving father. if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with. But you are more inhuman, more inexorable. In blood of those that had encounter'd him: And when the hardiest warriors did retire, Richard cried 'Charge! That raught at mountains with outstretched arms. Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will; We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die. If that be right which Warwick says is right. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends. why, now thou hast thy will: For raging wind blows up incessant showers. And set up Lancaster. If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. The common people swarm like summer flies; And whither fly the gnats but to the sun? Merry: Happy Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both. Enter YORK. Lets take a look. Why, courage then! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words? Thou wouldst be fee'd, I see, to make me sport: York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown. Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! The wanton Edward, and the lusty George? Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause. His statutes cancell'd and his treasure spent; And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil. That taught his son the office of a fowl! Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state. To some man else, as this dead man doth me. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me? When he might spurn him with his foot away? Thus do I leave thee. Enter the Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers. how sweet! I mean our princely father, Duke of York. With powerful policy strengthen themselves. Men well inclined to hear what thou command'st: And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved. Sport: Play/Entertain. What! And made an evening at the noontide prick. And though the edge hath something hit ourselves. Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run. If Warwick knew in what estate he stands. But only got their shadows. Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland. Shall have a high reward, and he his life? He reached for mountains with his outstretched arms, but he only managed to obtain the shadow of a mountain. Instant PDF downloads. For strokes received, and many blows repaid. My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words. Off with the crown and, with the crown, his head; And whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead. It must and shall be so: content thyself. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow. So triumph thieves upon their conquerd booty. But why come you in arms? Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds. And spend her strength with over-matching waves. I dare your quenchless fury to more rage: With downright payment, show'd unto my father. And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him. Where are your mess of sons to back you now? Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland? See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears: This cloth thou dip'dst in blood of my sweet boy. WARWICK and the rest following them, The drum playing and trumpet sounding, reenter WARWICK, SOMERSET, and the rest, bringing KING EDWARD IV out in his gown, sitting in a chair. but that I hate thee deadly, Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born. You said so much before, and yet you fled. 2. for we want thy help. Wait, Clifford! Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee. I am his king, and he should bow his knee; Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear. If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords. O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! What! Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down. But see where Somerset and Clarence come! Where is your dear Rutland? High Descent: Important Ancestors From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears. York and young Rutland could not satisfy. Well, now your wish will come true. March. And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge. You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace. recommend understanding the journey of this character by reading parts 1 and 2 of Henry VI. Then, enter the Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and Others, with white roses in their hats. And thrice cried 'Courage, father! And will you steal his crown while hes still alive and break your holy oath? Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now: By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers, Exeunt King Edward and his company. Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair. And many strokes, though with a little axe. Nay, stay, lets hear the orisons he makes. But for a kingdom any oath may be broken: I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year. Thy father bears the type of King of Naples. Come, make him stand upon this molehill here. At our enlargement what are thy due fees? [Aside] If that go forward, Henry's hope is done. Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair; Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us: What counsel give you? There to be crowned England's royal king: From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France. fight it out! To take their rooms, ere I can place myself: Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty; And spies a far-off shore where he would tread. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean; And when thou fail'st--as God forbid the hour!--. And, yet brought forth less than a mother's hope. Had left no mourning widows for our death; And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace. And attack they do. Resolve my doubt. And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks. And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long. let us lay hands upon him. My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them: But this I know, they have demean'd themselves Like men born to renown by life or death. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give: 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother. Sound trumpets! Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick? What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will? I come to tell you things sith then befall'n. That we could hear no news of his repair? Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. To entail him and his heirs unto the crown. Open your gates of mercy, kind God! Ah, what a life were this! What, was it you that would be Englands king? Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts. Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland, I dare your quenchless fury to more rage: I am your butt, and I abide your shot. Both of my uncles died as they were rescuing me. Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears; And now, to add more measure to your woes. And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. multitudes, and fear? Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost; And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. they join, embrace, and seem to kiss. O, speak no more, for I have heard too much. Thou hast undone thyself, thy son and me; And given unto the house of York such head. A scepter or a tomb!". Then get your husband's lands, to do them good. do not honour him so much: To prick thy finger, though . The knights and gentlemen to come with thee: Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, the PRINCE OF WALES, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, with drum and trumpets QUEEN MARGARET. Three times did Richard make a lane to me. You twain, of all the rest. And made a preachment of your high descent? Tis virtue that doth make them most admird. Why then it sorts, brave warriors, let's away. I will not bandy with thee word for word. I cleft his beaver with a downright blow: That this is true, father, behold his blood. Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death. Here in this country, where we now remain. They prosper best of all when I am thence. To tell thee whence thou camest, of whom derived, Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand. for all your friends are fled. My dead body may provoke my followers to take revenge on all of you, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Why art thou patient, man? On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends. Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I. And I will mock you now to make you mad. Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength. He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. I should not for my life but weep with him. How did he break his sacred promise? Thou shouldst be mad; And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. I must stay here, and my life must end here. Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; It shall be eased, if France can yield relief. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father. Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all: If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. The loss of those three lords torments my heart: I'll write unto them and entreat them fair. Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. What, was it you that would be Englands king? So shall you bind me to your highness' service. Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown? And you were sworn true subjects unto me: And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths? Like to his island girt in with the ocean. When I was crown'd I was but nine months old. 'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down. StageMilk Team is made up of professional actors and writers from around the world. No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York: The next degree is England's royal throne; For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd, And he that throws not up his cap for joy. Came on the part of York, press'd by his master; And I, who at his hands received my life, him. Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard; What other pleasure can the world afford? That your estate requires and mine can yield. Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland. It's not even dishonorable for ten men to attack one. By this account then Margaret may win him; Her sighs will make a battery in his breast; Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn; To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears. O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable. And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain. Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call. Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him. Five men to twenty! I cannot judge: but to conclude with truth. And you're just like thieves enjoying the goods they've stolen. Now to London. To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. Your email address will not be published. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave. Enter your email address to receive notifications of new content via email. Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised. I thought, at least, he would have said the king; Or did he make the jest against his will? Was't you that revell'd in our parliament, And made a preachment of your high descent? Act, Scene, Line (Click to see in context) Speech text: 1. Of threescore and two years; a silly time. Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow. I want you to have as much comfort as your too cruel hand is now giving me! thou shouldst be mad; And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. That raught at mountains with outstretched arms. Was't you that revell'd in our Parliament And made a preachment of your high descent? He struggles against them. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it; And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand. was it you that would be England's king? but that I hate thee deadly, I should lament thy miserable state. Great Albion's queen in former golden days: But now mischance hath trod my title down. You are the king King Edward hath deposed; And we his subjects sworn in all allegiance. Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus? The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it. See how the morning opes her golden gates. Women are soft, mild, compassionate and yielding. Breathe out invectives gainst the officers. In blood of those that had encounter'd him: And when the hardiest warriors did retire, Richard cried 'Charge! 'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king. But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset? Short tale to make, we at Saint Alban's met. May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars. From off the gates of York fetch down the head. And this the regal seat: possess it, York; For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'. Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound; With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague, That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion. Nor how to study for the people's welfare. What will your grace have done with Margaret? To whom do lions cast their gentle looks? With bootless labour swim against the tide. Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece? And I am faint and cannot fly their fury: And were I strong, I would not shun their fury: The sands are number'd that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here my life must end. A crown for York! I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares: Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. come to me, friend or foe. Plantagenet embrace him. Touching the jointure that your king must make. And rear it in the place your father's stands. And thrice cried 'Courage, father! He'll soon find means to make the body follow. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word: Let me for this my life-time reign as king. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick. What valour were it, when a cur doth grin, 56 For one to thrust his hand between his teeth, Why, now thou hast thy wish: Wouldst have me weep? use means for her recovery. I,1,232. And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns. And that will quickly dry thy melting tears. Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands. That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point. Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so. Summary Act I, Scenes ii-iv Summary At York's castle, Richard, Edward, and Montague enter in disagreement. The army of the queen mean to besiege us. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt. The words would add more anguish than the wounds. And yet, between my soul's desire and me--. And meaner than myself have had like fortune. And carried on about your great lineage? What, was it you that would be England's king? What may befall him, to his harm and ours: Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst. Our scouts have found the adventure very easy: With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents. Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: And, for I should not deal in her soft laws. These enemies who want to kill me are after me. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend. And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right? Come; make him stand upon this molehill here So doves do peck the falcons piercing talons. Ah, there, sir, now he looks like a king! Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats. And in thy thought o'er-run my former time; And, if though canst for blushing, view this face, And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice. Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible; Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless. And give sweet passage to my sinful soul! A deadly groan, like life and death's departing. And hither have they sent it for her ransom. (Richard Duke of York; Queen Margaret; Clifford; Northumberland; Prince Edward; Soldiers) Alarum. arm!' Queen Margaret says Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland, Come, make him stand upon this molehill here, That raught at mountains with outstretched arms, Yet parted but the shadow. And when the king comes, offer no violence. His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle. And made a preachment of your high descent? Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland? Was't you that revell'd in our parliament, And made a preachment of your high descent? why, 'twere perpetual shame. I will not bandy with thee word for word. murderers! Speak thou for me and tell them what I did. Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king! Your total lack of self-control makes you abominable. Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis. And made a preachment of your high descent? 'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small: 'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired; 'Tis government that makes them seem divine; How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child. Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland, Come, make him stand upon this molehill here, That raught at mountains with outstretched arms, Yet parted but the shadow with his hand. belike he thinks me Henry. and later in Act II, scene v, Henry says Here on this molehill will I sit me down. Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance. Two Cliffords, as the father and the son. Where are your mess of sons to back you now? Unless my hand and strength could equal them. I'll see your grace: till then I'll follow her. Refine any search. And I choose Clarence only for protector. And Edward came to me just as frequently, with bloodied sword, which was covered with blood of those that had fought him. Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords! Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head. And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral. That wrought at mountains with outstretched arms. I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean: So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months, and years. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way. King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown. My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. Actually understand Henry VI, Part 3 Act 1, Scene 4. Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland, come! Required fields are marked *. I prithee, grieve, to make me merry, York. Thou shouldst be mad; Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou. King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Only God know what has happened to my sons. Nor to be seen: my crown is called content: Well, if you be a king crown'd with content, Your crown content and you must be contented. Come and join the fun in our online acting class, Copyright 2023 StageMilk | an ARH Media PTY LTD website, Margaret of Anjou Monologue (Act 1, Scene 4), Today were going to be breaking down one of StageMilks all time best. [Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.--. And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven. Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult? I bed you, cry for me to make me happy. Is crownd so soon and broke his solemn oath? what shouts are these? Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland? loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick? Come, blood-thirsty Clifford, violent Northumberland. Now, messenger, what letters or what news. With these tears, I wash away the blood from this napkin that you dipped in the blood of my sweet son. These were her words, utter'd with mad disdain: 'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.'. By what safe means the crown may be recover'd. 'A Lancaster! And blow it to the source from whence it came: The very beams will dry those vapours up. has your king married the Lady Grey! Oh, that would be unforgivable! Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this: And if thou tell'st the heavy story right, Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears; Yea even my foes will shed fast-falling tears, And say 'Alas, it was a piteous deed!' Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud. And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause! For one to thrust his hand between his teeth. He reached for mountains with his outstretched arms, but he only managed to obtain the shadow of a mountain. 2. This battle fares like to the morning's war. Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay. To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. How now, my lord! These tears are my sweet Rutlands obsequies, And every drop cries vengeance for his death. And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, That Lewis of France is sending over masquers. So shalt thou sinew both these lands together; And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread. My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them: But this I know, they have demean'd themselves. And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile! and, lords, bow low to him: Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on. The raging wind blows rain showers up into the air, but when the wind calms down, the rain begins to fall. Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath?
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