Act 5 - Scene 1
Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
Enter YORK, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours
From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
To entertain great England's lawful king.
Ah! sancta majestas,
who would not buy thee dear?
Let them obey that know not how to rule;
This hand was made to handle
naught but gold.
I cannot give due action to my words,
Except a sword or sceptre balance it:
shall it have, have I a soul,
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
To know the reason of these arms in peace;
Or why thou, being
a subject as I am,
Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
Should raise so great a power without his
Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.
[Aside] Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:
O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
I am so
angry at these abject terms;
And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
am far better born than is the king,
More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
But I must make fair
weather yet a while,
Till Henry be more weak and I more strong,
Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me,
have given no answer all this while;
My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
The cause why I have
brought this army hither
Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
Seditious to his grace and to the
That is too much presumption on thy part:
But if thy arms be to no other end,
The king hath yielded unto
The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.
Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.
Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
Meet me to-
morrow in St. George's field,
You shall have pay and every thing you wish.
And let my sovereign, virtuous
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