brave warriors, clifford and northumberland translation

A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!' Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock. I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will. That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point. Definitions and examples of 136 literary terms and devices. No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay. do not honour him so much: To prick thy finger, though . And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge. use means for her recovery. Henry VI Part 3 (1923) Yale/Text/Act I - Wikisource, the free online That hardly can I check my eyes from tears. Shed seas of tears and ne'er be satisfied! Huntsman, what say'st thou? Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward. From London by the king was I press'd forth; My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man. I was, I must confess. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham, Thou wouldst be feed, I see, to make me sport; Where are your mess of sons to back you now? With powerful policy strengthen themselves. StageMilk Team is made up of professional actors and writers from around the world. And in this vow do chain my soul to thine! And if thine eyes can water for his death. Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard; What other pleasure can the world afford? You ask me to be angry? Refine any search. No humble suitors press to speak for right. Or with the rest, where is your darling, Rutland? I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me? Was't you that revell'd in our parliament, And made a preachment of your high descent? Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland. Setting your scorns and your mislike aside. And made an evening at the noontide prick. How now, my lord! Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit. Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes. And so we fast forward. Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats. why, now thou hast thy wish: Wouldst have me weep? Hold, valiant Clifford! Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend. Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs. Yes, this is the man that took King Henry's throne and also the man who was chosen to be his heir. wert thou as we are. Keep fighting!" To do them good, I would sustain some harm. All speeches (lines) and cues for Lord Clifford in "Henry VI, Part III And prince shall follow with a fresh supply. [Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? 52 Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland. This team includes Andrew, Alex, Luke, Jake, Indiana, Patrick and more. And give them leave to fly that will not stay; And call them pillars that will stand to us; And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards. Away! fight it out! With this, we charged again: but, out, alas! Your grace hath still been famed for virtuous; For few men rightly temper with the stars: Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace. Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly: Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley. Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus. Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward. And heap'd sedition on his crown at home. Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay. His father revell'd in the heart of France. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. My mind presageth happy gain and conquest. Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour; For though usurpers sway the rule awhile. Scene I.: London. Bids't thou me rage? Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen; And haste is needful in this desperate case. His lands then seized on by the conqueror: Her suit is now to repossess those lands; Your highness shall do well to grant her suit; It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. fight it out! And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along. Of force enough to bid his brother battle; With whom an upright zeal to right prevails. Thou wouldst be feed, I see, to make me sport: York cannot speak unless he wear a crown. Where are your mess of sons to back you now? If I be not, heavens be revenged on me! I was the chief that raised him to the crown. Rapier: Sword such safety finds. for my desert is honour: Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love; And I forgive and quite forget old faults. I cleft his beaver with a downright blow: That this is true, father, behold his blood. Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside. 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. O, speak no more, for I have heard too much. The raging wind blows rain showers up into the air, but when the wind calms down, the rain begins to fall. They urge him to enjoy the throne now, for Henry shall surely outlive York. I stained this napkin with the blood that brave Clifford got from your son's chest with his sword. Verse Margaret 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. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words. Hold, valiant Clifford! 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. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers; That love which virtue begs and virtue grants. By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word. Should lose his birthright by his father's fault, 'What my great-grandfather and his grandsire got. Why art thou patient, man? Coming to you from none other than Queen Margaret of Anjou in King Henry VI Part 3. History of Henry VI, Part III (1590-2) - Shakespeare Network I will not bandy with thee word for word. Long live King Henry! Where are your mess of sons to back you now? Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd: Then why should they love Edward more than me? We may surprise and take him at our pleasure? was it you that would be England's king? What, hath thy fiery heart so parched thine entrails That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death? Till our King Henry had shook hands with death. Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers; From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy. And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him. That valiant Clifford with his rapiers point let's pluck him down: My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers, Exeunt King Edward and his company. Was't you that revell'd in our parliament, And made a preachment of your high descent? Exeunt SCENE II. And with his troops doth march amain to London; Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York. And don't let your feet touch the ground!" As I bethink me, you should not be king Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence: May that ground gape and swallow me alive. Look, York, I stained 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. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce. For choosing me when Clarence is in place. whither shall we fly? These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet; My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre. For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride? Well, now you'll get what you want. And though the edge hath something hit ourselves. And where's that brave hunchbacked monster, your boy. Came on the part of York, press'd by his master; And I, who at his hands received my life, him. Enter Richard Duke of York. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown. 'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous. 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. Torment myself to catch the English crown: And from that torment I will free myself. Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink: Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off. 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. Off with the crown and, with the crown, his head; And whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead. Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world: My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads! My parks, my walks, my manors that I had. Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own. Enter WARWICK, MONTAGUE, and their army, March. Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting? That makes him close his eyes? would I had died a maid. That raught And bow low to him, lords. It's not even dishonorable for ten men to attack one. for a thousand causes. What, doth she swoon? I came into the world with my legs forward: Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste. There, take the crown, and, with the crown, my curse; And in thy need such comfort come to thee. My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth. It must and shall be so: content thyself. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house. With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows. Shall we go throw away our coats of steel. Look, York. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. Hold, valiant Clifford! So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty; So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd. What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland? For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. I blame not her, she could say little less; She had the wrong. My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave. noble, worthy, excellent: 3H6 I.iv.66: Come make him stand vpon this Mole-hill here, Come, make him stand upon this molehill here : 3H6 I.iv.67: That raught at Mountaines with out-stretched Armes, Off with the crown and with the crown his head; Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. So shalt thou sinew both these lands together; And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread. wilt thou go along? Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair? So cowards fight when they can fly no further; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons; So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives. And carried on about your great lineage? I should not for my life but weep with him. Ah, listen! Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king! Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent. The army of the queen hath got the field: My uncles both are slain in rescuing me; And all my followers to the eager foe Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves. There, take the crown, and with the crown, my curse, And in thy need such comfort come to thee. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France. How could you drain the blood of a child and make the father wipe his eyes with it, and still appear to have a woman's face? Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? Oh, poor York! Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death. So cowards fight when they can fly no further. [Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose. Tis government that makes them seem divine. My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them; But this I know, they have demeand themselves. Teacher Editions with classroom activities for all 1746 titles we cover. You forget, That we are those which chased you from the field, And slew your fathers, and with colours spread. is't for my life? My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here. fight it out!' She brings an army to fight against York, and they capture him at the Battle of Wakefield. That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject. Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest. I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal. True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York. Off with his head, and put it on the gates of York, so that York's head may look over the town of York. How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? And to that end I shortly mind to leave you. Then, since this earth affords no joy to me, But to command, to cheque, to o'erbear such. With promise of high pay and great rewards: But all in vain; they had no heart to fight. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest. If this right hand would buy two hour's life, This hand should chop it off, and with the, Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst. But, with the first of all your chief affairs, That Margaret your queen and my son Edward. Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland - myShakespeare.me Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland? That we could hear no news of his repair? Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood: But you are more inhuman, more inexorable. ', With purple falchion, painted to the hilt. The knights and gentlemen to come with thee: Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find. Be sent for, to return from France with speed; For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear. Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee. has your king married the Lady Grey! Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right. Then fare you well, for I will hence again: Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies: And every drop cries vengeance for his death, 'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false. And this is he was his adopted heir. And warriors faint! My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs. Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance. I will not bandy with thee word for word. what! And blow it to the source from whence it came: The very beams will dry those vapours up. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath? What valor were it, when a cur doth grin. But, sad to say, we were overwhelmed again. Where are your mess of sons to back you now. Five men to twenty! And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven. Chaplain, away! Enforced thee! Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords; And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. The Third Part of King Henry the Sixth | Online Library of Liberty Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee. When I was crown'd I was but nine months old. That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood. You ask me to be angry? Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany. Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this! Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks. The sands in the hourglass of my life are running out. If friend or foe, let him be gently used. what hap? Not to the beast that would usurp their den. Who should that be? He struggles against them. And, lords, bow low to him; Hold you his hands whilest I do set it on. Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn! They are already, or quickly will be landed: Myself in person will straight follow you. Enter YORK] Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland. I cannot judge: but to conclude with truth. I should not for my life but weep with him. To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice. The designs are very colorful . Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike. But only got their shadows. Henry VI, Part iii. Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood. Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible; Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless. was it you that would be England's king? And this is the man who became his adopted heir. Monologues from Henry VI iii Shakespeare's Monologues The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse: As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince! (180 lines). He durst not sit there, had your father lived. Flourish. So cowards fight when they can fly no further;So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. York cannot speak unless he wear a crown. At that moment a messenger arrives to tell them all that Margeret and her army are about to attack. But, sad to say, we were overwhelmed again. If you weren't shameless, just saying where you came from and who your ancestors are would have been enough disgrace to make you feel ashamed. And here's to right our gentle-hearted king. My lord, cheer up your spirits: our foes are nigh. Only God know what has happened to my sons. That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister. Come, make him stand upon this molehill here. And, lords, bow low to him. Thou wouldst be fee'd, I see, to make me sport: York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown. And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; My brother was too careless of his charge. Courage, my masters! And, while I rest, take your time to kill him. With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath. why, now thou hast thy will: For raging wind blows up incessant showers, And when the rage allays, the rain begins. Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares: Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. To set the crown once more on Henry's head: Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down, For trust not him that hath once broken faith,--. Enter YORK. Revenged may she be on that hateful duke. What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide. Shall be my winding-sheet. Now tell me, madam, do you love your children? Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest; I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast. March'd toward Saint Alban's to intercept the queen. the fatal followers do pursue; 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. And all his lands and goods be confiscate. Unmerciful Clifford, take me away from this world! 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. Why stand we like soft-hearted women here. To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp. And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven. March. I well might hear, delivered with a groan. This battle fares like to the morning's war. If I didn't hate you so much, I would feel sorry that you're in such bad shape. The scatter'd foe that hopes to rise again; For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt. Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult? There, take the crown, and, with the crown, my curse; And in thy need such comfort come to thee. And, father, do but think. Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: And, for I should not deal in her soft laws. And do expect him here some two hours hence. Or felt that pain which I did for him once. Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns; Nay, be thou sure I'll well requite thy kindness. Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more. [Alarum. Come, blood-thirsty Clifford, violent Northumberland. And though man's face be fearful to their eyes, Who hath not seen them, even with those wings. Queen Margaret of Anjou - Henry VI Monologue Flashcards - Quizlet Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland, come! What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown? I prithee, grieve, to make me merry, York. With this, we charged again: but, out, alas! And spend her strength with overmatching waves. What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords? I,1,68. Alas, poor York! [To BONA] And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf. I must do the deed, for my father's sake. Brave Warriors Game - Play online at Y8.com To wife for Edward: if this news be true. On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends. how lovely! Should not become my wife and England's queen. Such as befits the pleasure of the court? art thou king, and wilt be forced? And thrice cried 'Courage, father! 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. And made an evening at the noontide prick. And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. For one to thrust his hand between his teeth. Making it easier to find monologues since 1997. My soul will go to heaven and my blood will be on your hands! Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there, Rather than have that savage duke thine heir. Alas poor York! Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves. Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with. And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning. Plantagenet embrace him. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty; So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd. why, now thou hast thy wish: Wouldst have me weep? Well, now your wish will come true. 'tis not my fault. Was it you that ruled in our Parliament, And made a preachment of your high descent? Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York; And when the morning sun shall raise his car. Men for their sons, wives for their husbands, And orphans for their parents timeless death--. Might in the ground be closed up in rest! For many lives stand between me and home: That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns, But toiling desperately to find it out,--. Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner, Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard. And in thy thought oerrun my former time; And if thou canst for blushing, view this face, And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, CLIFFORD, and NORTHUMBERLAND, with drum and trumpets QUEEN MARGARET Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York. Why are you so calm? Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance. But such as I, without your special pardon. Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love; Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother. And as for you yourself, our quondam queen. If case some one of you would fly from us, That there's no hoped-for mercy with the brothers. In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, But set his murdering knife unto the root. Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair. it is my father's face. ACT I. But that the next heir should succeed and reign. And this soft courage makes your followers faint. And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's. Tell me for truth the measure of his love, Myself have often heard him say and swear. Wasn't it you who said you would be the king of England? O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable. That Phaethon should cheque thy fiery steeds. And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st. The army of the queen hath got the field: Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham. Would not have touchd, would not have staind with blood; But you are more inhuman, more inexorable. And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do. I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears, Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold. Why then it sorts, brave warriors, let's away. I thought you weren't supposed to be king until King Henry had died. Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies? In this self-place where now we mean to stand. Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught. Oh, that would be unforgivable! With this, we charged again: but, out, alas! How well resembles it the prime of youth. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear; For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine. Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; It shall be eased, if France can yield relief. That if our queen and this young prince agree, I'll join mine eldest daughter and my joy. And hath bereft thee of thy life too late! Bidst thou me rage? And this the regal seat: possess it, York; For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'. Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power. Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay. Richard hath best deserved of all my sons. thou shouldst be mad; And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. Yes, there you go, now he looks like a King! Two Cliffords, as the father and the son. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed. My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them: But this I know, they have demean'd themselves. And you two soldiers hold him down while I put it on. I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; Change shapes with Proteus for advantages. [Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.--. Is kindling coals that fires all my breast. And meaner than myself have had like fortune. 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. Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves; For through this laund anon the deer will come; And in this covert will we make our stand. That winter should cut off our spring-time so. That hath authority over him that swears: Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose. Who should succeed the father but the son? 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, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather; 'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better: 'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike, And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'. Clifford says that's cute, but they've got something better planned. Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult? What! Why, how now, sons and brother! Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands; For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue. He reached for mountains with his outstretched arms, but he only managed to obtain the shadow of a mountain. No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace: Hark, hark, my lord! Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords; For he that interrupts him shall not live. And if you tell the tragic story right, I swear that the listeners will cry. Have caused him, by new act of parliament. He shall here find his friends with horse and men. Blown with the windy tempest of my heart. EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND. When a dog shows its teeth, is it brave to put your hand in his mouth when you could just as easily kick him away with your foot? Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us? Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this: And if thou tell'st the heavy story right. Who gave his blood to lime the stones together. Nay Warwick, single out some other chase; For I myself will hunt this wolf to death. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates. Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones. Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day. Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee. for a thousand causes: I would prolong awhile the traitor's life. And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral. And not with such a cruel threatening look. To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart? And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy, Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies? That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. That raught at mountains with outstretched arms. . Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence; And once again proclaim us King of England. Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay. Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside. Than Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daughter.

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