Act 2 - Scene 2
Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, CLIFFORD, and NORTHUMBERLAND,
with drum and trumpets
Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.
Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy
That sought to be
encompass'd with your crown:
Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
KING HENRY VI
Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck:
To see this sight, it irks my very soul.
dear God! 'tis not my fault,
Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow.
My gracious liege, this too much lenity
And harmful pity must be laid aside.
To whom do lions cast their
Not to the beast that would usurp their den.
Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?
his that spoils her young before her face.
Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?
Not he that sets
his foot upon her back.
The smallest worm will turn being trodden on,
And doves will peck in safeguard
of their brood.
Ambitious York doth level at thy crown,
Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows:
a duke, would have his son a king,
And raise his issue, like a loving sire;
Thou, being a king, blest with a
Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
Which argued thee a most unloving father.
creatures feed their young;
And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,
Yet, in protection of their tender
Who hath not seen them, even with those wings
Which sometime they have used with fearful flight,
war with him that climb'd unto their nest,
Offer their own lives in their young's defence?
For shame, my
liege, make them your precedent!
Were it not pity that this goodly boy
Should lose his birthright by his
And long hereafter say unto his child,
'What my great-grandfather and his grandsire got
careless father fondly gave away'?
Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy;
And let his manly face,
Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart
To hold thine own and leave thine own with
KING HENRY VI
Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator,
Inferring arguments of mighty force.
But, Clifford, tell me, didst
thou never hear
That things ill-got had ever bad success?
And happy always was it for that son
father for his hoarding went to hell?
I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
And would my father had
left me no more!
For all the rest is held at such a rate
As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep
in possession and jot of pleasure.
Ah, cousin York! would thy best friends did know
How it doth grieve
me that thy head is here!
My lord, cheer up your spirits: our foes are nigh,
And this soft courage makes your followers faint.
promised knighthood to our forward son:
Unsheathe your sword, and dub him presently.
KING HENRY VI
Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.
My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
And in that quarrel use it to
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