Act 2 - Scene 3
A hall of justice.
Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK,
and SALISBURY; the DUCHESS, MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE,
KING HENRY VI
Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife:
In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
the sentence of the law for sins
Such as by God's book are adjudged to death.
You four, from hence to
prison back again;
From thence unto the place of execution:
The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to
And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.
You, madam, for you are more nobly born,
of your honour in your life,
Shall, after three days' open penance done,
Live in your country here in banishment,
Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.
Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.
Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee:
I cannot justify whom the law condemns.
Exeunt DUCHESS and other prisoners, guarded
Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
Will bring thy
head with sorrow to the ground!
I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;
Sorrow would solace and
mine age would ease.
KING HENRY VI
Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,
Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself
Protector be; and
God shall be my hope,
My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet:
And go in peace, Humphrey, no less
Than when thou wert protector to thy King.
I see no reason why a king of years
Should be to be protected like a child.
God and King Henry govern
Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.
My staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff:
As willingly do I the same resign
As e'er thy father Henry made
And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it
As others would ambitiously receive it.
king: when I am dead and gone,
May honourable peace attend thy throne!
Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen;
And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself,
bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at once;
His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off.
This staff of honour
raught, there let it stand
Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.
Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;
Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.
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