My sword make

    way for me, for here is no staying: in despite56 of the devils and

    hell, have through57 the very middest of you: and heavens and

    honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me, but

    only my followers’ base and ignominious treasons, makes

    me betake me60 to my heels.

Exit

BUCKINGHAM    What, is he fled? Go, some, and follow him,

    And he that brings his head unto the king

    Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.

Exeunt some of them

    Follow me, soldiers: we’ll devise a mean64

    To reconcile you all unto the king.

Exeunt all

[Act 4 Scene 9]

running scene 18

Sound Trumpets. Enter King [Henry VI], Queen [Margaret] and Somerset on the terrace [above]

KING HENRY VI    Was ever king that joyed1 an earthly throne,

    And could command no more content than I?

    No sooner was I crept out of my cradle

    But I was made a king at nine months old.

    Was never subject longed to be a king

    As I do long and wish to be a subject.

Enter Buckingham and Clifford

BUCKINGHAM    Health and glad tidings to your majesty.

KING HENRY VI    Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised8?

    Or is he but retired9 to make him strong?

Enter [below] Multitudes with halters about their necks

CLIFFORD    He is fled, my lord, and all his powers10 do yield,

    And humbly thus with halters on their necks,

    Expect your highness’ doom12 of life or death.

KING HENRY VI    Then, heaven, set ope13 thy everlasting gates,

    To entertain14 my vows of thanks and praise.

    Soldiers, this day have you redeemed your lives,

    And showed how well you love your prince and country:

    Continue still in this so good a mind,

    And Henry, though he be infortunate18,

    Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:

    And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,

    I do dismiss you to your several countries21.

ALL    God save the king! God save the king!

Enter a Messenger

MESSENGER    Please it your grace to be advertisèd23

    The Duke of York is newly24 come from Ireland,

    And with a puissant25 and a mighty power

    Of galloglasses and stout kerns26

    Is marching hitherward in proud array27,

    And still28 proclaimeth, as he comes along,

    His arms are only to remove from thee

    The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.

KING HENRY VI    Thus stands my state31, ’twixt Cade and York distressed,

    Like to a ship that, having scaped a tempest,

    Is straightway calmed33 and boarded with a pirate.

    But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed,

    And now is York in arms to second35 him.

    I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,

    And ask him what’s the reason of37 these arms:

    Tell him I’ll send Duke Edmund38 to the Tower,

    And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither,

    Until his army be dismissed from him.

SOMERSET    My lord,

    I’ll yield myself to prison willingly,

    Or unto death, to do my country good.

KING HENRY VI    In any case, be not too rough in terms44,

    For he is fierce and cannot brook45 hard language.

BUCKINGHAM    I will, my lord, and doubt not so to deal46

    As all things shall redound unto47 your good.

KING HENRY VI    Come, wife, let’s in, and learn to govern better,

    For yet49 may England curse my wretched reign.

Flourish. Exeunt

[Act 4 Scene 10]

running scene 19

Enter Cade

CADE    Fie1 on ambitions: fie on myself, that have a sword,

    and yet am ready to famish2. These five days have I hid me in

    these woods and durst not peep out, for all the country is laid3

    for me: but now am I so hungry that if I might have a lease of

    my life for a thousand years I could stay5 no longer. Wherefore

    o’er a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to see if I can

    eat grass, or pick a sallet another while7, which is not amiss to

    cool a man’s stomach this hot weather: and I think this word8

    ‘sallet’ was born to do me good: for many a time, but for a

    sallet, my brain-pan had been cleft with a brown bill10: and

    many a time when I have been dry11 and bravely marching, it

    hath served me instead of a quart pot to drink in: and now

    the word ‘sallet’ must serve me to feed on.

Enter Iden [and his Men]

IDEN    Lord, who would live turmoiled14 in the court,

    And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?

    This small inheritance my father left me

    Contenteth me, and worth a monarchy.

    I seek not to wax great by others’ waning18,

    Or gather wealth I care not with what envy19:

    Sufficeth that20 I have maintains my state

    And sends the poor well pleasèd21 from my gate.

CADE    Here’s the lord of the soil22 come to seize me for a

    stray, for entering his fee-simple23 without leave. Ah, villain,

    thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand crowns of24 the king

    by carrying my head to him: but I’ll make thee eat iron like

    an ostrich26, and swallow my sword like a great pin ere thou

    and I part.

IDEN    Why rude companion28, whatsoe’er thou be,

    I know thee not: why, then, should I betray thee?

    Is’t not enough to break into my garden,

    And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds,

    Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner,

    But thou wilt brave me with these saucy33 terms?

CADE    Brave thee? Ay, by the best blood that ever was

    broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I have eat35 no

    meat36 these five days, yet come thou and thy five men, and if I

    do not leave you all as dead as a doornail, I pray God I may

    never eat grass more.

IDEN    Nay, it shall ne’er be said, while England stands,

    That Alexander Iden, an esquire40 of Kent,

    Took odds41 to combat a poor famished man.

    Oppose thy steadfast gazing eyes to mine,

    See if thou canst outface43 me with thy looks:

    Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser:

    Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,

    Thy leg a stick comparèd with this truncheon46:

    My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast,

    And if mine arm be heavèd in the air,

    Thy grave is digged already in the earth49:

    As for words, whose greatness answers words50,

    Let this my sword report what speech forbears51.

CADE    By my valour, the most complete52 champion that

    ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn the edge53, or cut not out the

    burly-boned clown in chines54 of beef ere thou sleep in thy

    sheath, I beseech Jove on my knees thou mayst be turned to55

    hobnails.

Here they fight. [Cade falls]

    O, I am slain! Famine and no other hath slain me: let ten

    thousand devils come against me, and give me but the ten

    meals I have lost, and I’d defy them all. Wither, garden, and

    be henceforth a burying place to all that do dwell in this

    house, because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.

IDEN    Is’t Cade that I have slain, that monstrous62 traitor?

    Sword, I will hallow63 thee for this thy deed,

    And hang thee o’er my tomb when I am dead.

    Ne’er shall this blood be wipèd from thy point,

    But thou shalt wear it as a herald’s coat66,

    To emblaze67 the honour that thy master got.

CADE    Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell Kent

    from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all the world

    to be cowards: for I that never feared any, am vanquished by

    famine, not by valour.

Dies

IDEN    How much thou wrong’st me, heaven be my judge:

    Die, damnèd wretch, the curse of her that bare73 thee:

    And as I thrust thy body in with my sword74,

    So wish I I might thrust thy soul to hell.

    Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels

    Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,

    And there cut off thy most ungracious78 head,

    Which I will bear in triumph to the king,

    Leaving thy trunk80 for crows to feed upon.

Exeunt [with Cade’s body]

[Act 5 Scene 1]

running scene 20

Enter York, and his army of Irish, with Drum and Colours

YORK    From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,

    And pluck the crown from feeble Henry’s head.

    Ring, bells, aloud: burn, bonfires, clear and bright,

    To entertain4 great England’s lawful king.

    Ah, sancta majestas5! Who would not buy thee dear?

    Let them obey that knows not how to rule.

    This hand was made to handle naught but gold7.

    I cannot give due action to my words,

    Except9 a sword or sceptre balance it.

    A sceptre shall it have, have I10 a soul,

    On which I’ll toss the flower-de-luce11 of France.

Enter Buckingham

Aside

    Whom have we here? Buckingham to disturb me?

    The king hath sent him sure: I must dissemble13.

BUCKINGHAM    York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.

YORK    Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.

    Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure16?

BUCKINGHAM    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 leave,

    Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.

Aside

YORK    Scarce can I speak, my choler23 is so great.

    O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,

    I am so angry at these abject25 terms.

    And now, like Ajax Telamonius26,

    On sheep or oxen could I spend27 my fury.

    I am far better born28 than is the king:

    More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts.

    But I must make fair weather30 yet a while,

    Till Henry be more weak and I more strong.—

Aloud

    Buckingham, I prithee pardon me,

    That I 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 state.

BUCKINGHAM    That is too much presumption on thy part:

    But if thy arms be to no other end,

    The king hath yielded unto thy demand:

    The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

YORK    Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?

BUCKINGHAM    Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.

YORK    Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.

    Soldiers, I thank you all: disperse yourselves:

    Meet me tomorrow in St George’s Field46,

    You shall have pay and everything you wish.

    And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,

    Command49 my eldest son, nay, all my sons,

    As pledges of my fealty50 and love,

    I’ll send them all as willing as I live:

    Lands, goods, horse, armour, anything I have,

    Is his to use, so53 Somerset may die.

BUCKINGHAM    York, I commend this kind54 submission:

    We twain55 will go into his highness’ tent.

Enter King [Henry VI] and Attendants

KING HENRY VI    Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,

    That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?

YORK    In all submission and humility

    York doth present himself unto your highness.

KING HENRY VI    Then what intends these forces thou dost bring?

YORK    To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,

    And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade,

    Who since I heard to be discomfited63.

Enter Iden with Cade’s head

IDEN    If one so rude and of so mean condition64

    May pass into the presence of a king,

    Lo, I present your grace a traitor’s head,

    The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.

KING HENRY VI    The head of Cade? Great God, how just art thou!

    O, let me view his visage, being dead,

    That living wrought70 me such exceeding trouble.

    Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?

IDEN    I was, an’t like72 your majesty.

KING HENRY VI    How art thou called? And what is thy degree73?

IDEN    Alexander Iden, that’s my name:

    A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.

BUCKINGHAM    So please it you, my lord, ’twere not amiss

    He were created knight for his good service.

Iden kneels and is knighted He rises

KING HENRY VI    Iden, kneel down.

              Rise up a knight.

    We give thee for reward a thousand marks79,

    And will80 that thou henceforth attend on us.

IDEN    May Iden live to merit such a bounty,

    And never live but true unto his liege.

[Exit]

Enter Queen [Margaret] and Somerset

KING HENRY VI    See, Buckingham, Somerset comes wi’th’queen:

    Go bid her hide him quickly from the duke.

QUEEN MARGARET    For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,

    But boldly stand and front86 him to his face.

YORK    How now? Is Somerset at liberty?

    Then, York, unloose thy long-imprisoned thoughts,

    And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.

    Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?

    False king, why hast thou broken faith with me,

    Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse92?

    King did I call thee? No, thou art not king:

    Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,

    Which95 dar’st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.

    That head of thine doth not become96 a crown:

    Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer’s97 staff,

    And not to grace an awful98 princely sceptre.

    That gold must round engirt99 these brows of mine,

    Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles’ spear100,

    Is able with the change to kill and cure.

    Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up,

    And with the same to act controlling103 laws:

    Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more

    O’er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.

SOMERSET    O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,

    Of capital107 treason gainst the king and crown:

    Obey, audacious traitor, kneel for grace.

YORK    Wouldst have me kneel? First let me ask of these109,

    If they can brook I bow a knee to man110.

    Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;

[Exit Attendant]

    I know, ere they will have me go to ward112,

    They’ll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement113.

QUEEN MARGARET    Call hither Clifford: bid him come amain114,

    To say if that115 the bastard boys of York

    Shall be the surety for their traitor father.

[Exit Buckingham]

YORK    O blood-bespotted Neapolitan117,

    Outcast of Naples, England’s bloody scourge118!

    The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,

    Shall be their father’s bail, and bane120 to those

    That for my surety will refuse the boys.

Enter Edward and Richard

    See where they come: I’ll warrant they’ll make it good.

Enter Clifford [and his son Young Clifford]

QUEEN MARGARET    And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.

Kneeling to Henry, then rising

CLIFFORD    Health and all happiness to my lord the king.

YORK    I thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with thee?

    Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:

    We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again:

    For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

CLIFFORD    This is my king, York, I do not mistake:

    But thou mistakes me much to think I do:

    To Bedlam131 with him! Is the man grown mad?

KING HENRY VI    Ay, Clifford, a bedlam and ambitious humour132

    Makes him oppose himself against his king.

CLIFFORD    He is a traitor: let him to134 the Tower,

    And chop away that factious pate135 of his.

QUEEN MARGARET    He is arrested, but will not obey:

    His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.

YORK    Will you not, sons?

EDWARD    Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.

RICHARD    And if words will not, then our weapons shall.

CLIFFORD    Why, what a brood of traitors have we here?

YORK    Look in a glass142, and call thy image so.

    I am thy king, and thou a false-heart143 traitor:

    Call hither to the stake my two brave bears144,

    That with the very shaking of their chains

    They may astonish these fell-lurking curs146:

    Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.

Enter the Earls of Warwick and Salisbury

CLIFFORD    Are these thy bears? We’ll bait thy bears to death,

    And manacle the bearherd149 in their chains,

    If thou dar’st bring them to the baiting place150.

RICHARD    Oft have I seen a hot o’erweening151 cur

    Run back and bite152, because he was withheld:

    Who, being suffered with the bear’s fell153 paw,

    Hath clapped his tail between his legs and cried:

    And such a piece of service155 will you do,

    If you oppose yourselves to match156 Lord Warwick.

CLIFFORD    Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump157,

    As crooked in thy manners as thy shape158!

YORK    Nay, we shall heat you159 thoroughly anon.

CLIFFORD    Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.

KING HENRY VI    Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?

    Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,

    Thou mad misleader of thy brainsick son!

    What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,

    And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles165?

    O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?

    If it be banished from the frosty167 head,

    Where shall it find a harbour168 in the earth?

    Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,

    And shame thine honourable age with blood?

    Why art thou old and want’st experience,

    Or wherefore dost abuse it if thou hast it?

    For shame in duty bend thy knee to me,

    That bows unto the grave with mickle174 age.

SALISBURY    My lord, I have considered with myself

    The title of this most renownèd duke,

    And in my conscience do repute177 his grace

    The rightful heir to England’s royal seat.

KING HENRY VI    Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?

SALISBURY    I have.

KING HENRY VI    Canst thou dispense with181 heaven for such an oath?

SALISBURY    It is great sin to swear unto a sin:

    But greater sin to keep a sinful oath:

    Who can be bound by any solemn vow

    To do a murd’rous deed, to rob a man,

    To force a spotless virgin’s chastity,

    To reave187 the orphan of his patrimony,

    To wring188 the widow from her customed right,

    And have no other reason for this wrong

    But that he was bound by a solemn oath?

QUEEN MARGARET    A subtle191 traitor needs no sophister.

KING HENRY VI    Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.

YORK    Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,

    I am resolved for death or dignity194.

CLIFFORD    The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.

WARWICK    You were best to go to bed and dream again,

    To keep thee from the tempest of the field197.

CLIFFORD    I am resolved to bear a greater storm

    Than any thou canst conjure up today:

    And that I’ll write upon thy burgonet200,

    Might I but know201 thee by thy household badge.

WARWICK    Now by my father’s202 badge, old Neville’s crest,

    The rampant bear chained to the ragged203 staff,

    This day I’ll wear aloft my burgonet204,

    As on a mountain top the cedar shows205

    That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,

    Even to affright thee with the view thereof.

CLIFFORD    And from thy burgonet I’ll rend208 thy bear

    And tread it under foot with all contempt,

    Despite the bearherd that protects the bear.

YOUNG CLIFFORD    And so to arms, victorious father,

    To quell the rebels and their complices212.

RICHARD    Fie, charity, for shame! Speak not in spite,

    For you shall sup with Jesu Christ tonight.

YOUNG CLIFFORD    Foul stigmatic215, that’s more than thou canst tell.

RICHARD    If not in heaven, you’ll surely sup in hell.

Exeunt [severally]

[Act 5 Scene 2]

running scene 21

[Alarums to the battle.] Enter Warwick

WARWICK    Clifford of Cumberland, ’tis Warwick calls:

    And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,

    Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum

    And dead4 men’s cries do fill the empty air,

    Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me:

    Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,

    Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.

Enter York

    How now, my noble lord? What, all afoot8?

YORK    The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed:

    But match to match I have encountered him

    And made a prey for carrion kites11 and crows

    Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.

Enter Clifford

WARWICK    Of13 one or both of us the time is come.

YORK    Hold, Warwick: seek thee out some other chase14,

    For I myself must hunt this deer to death.

WARWICK    Then, nobly16, York: ’tis for a crown thou fight’st:—

    As I intend, Clifford, to thrive today,

    It grieves my soul to leave thee unassailed.

Exit Warwick

CLIFFORD    What seest thou in me, York? Why dost thou pause?

YORK    With thy brave bearing should I be in love,

    But that thou art so fast21 mine enemy.

CLIFFORD    Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,

    But that ’tis shown ignobly and in treason.

YORK    So let it help me now against thy sword

    As I in justice and true right express it25.

CLIFFORD    My soul and body on the action both26!

They fight, and Clifford falls

YORK    A dreadful lay! Address27 thee instantly.

CLIFFORD    La fin couronne les oeuvres.28

Dies

YORK    Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.

    Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will.

[Exit]

Enter Young Clifford

YOUNG CLIFFORD    Shame and confusion, all is on the rout31!

    Fear frames32 disorder, and disorder wounds

    Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,

    Whom angry heavens do make their minister,

    Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part35

    Hot coals of vengeance. Let no soldier fly36.

    He that is truly dedicate37 to war

    Hath no self-love38: nor he that loves himself

    Hath not essentially but by circumstance39

Seeing his dead father

    The name of valour.— O, let the vile world end,

    And the premised41 flames of the last day.

    Knit42 earth and heaven together.

    Now let the general trumpet43 blow his blast,

    Particularities44 and petty sounds

    To cease. Wast thou ordainèd45, dear father,

    To lose46 thy youth in peace, and to achieve

    The silver livery47 of advisèd age,

    And in thy reverence and thy chair-days48, thus

    To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight

    My heart is turned to stone: and while ’tis mine,

    It shall be stony. York not our old men spares:

    No more will I their babes: tears virginal52

    Shall be to me even as the dew to fire53,

    And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims54

    Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax55:

    Henceforth I will not have to do with pity.

    Meet I an infant of the House of York,

    Into as many gobbets58 will I cut it

    As wild Medea young Absyrtus59 did.

    In cruelty will I seek out my fame.

    Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford’s house:

    As did Aeneas old Anchises bear62,

    So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders:

    But then Aeneas bare64 a living load,

    Nothing so heavy65 as these woes of mine.

[Exit with Clifford’s body]

Enter Richard and Somerset to fight. [Somerset is killed]

RICHARD    So lie thou there:

    For underneath an ale-house’ paltry sign,

    The Castle in St Albans, Somerset

    Hath made the wizard69 famous in his death:

    Sword, hold thy temper: heart, be wrathful still70:

    Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.

[Exit]

Eight. Excursions. Enter King [Henry VI], Queen [Margaret]. and others

QUEEN MARGARET    Away, my lord, you are slow: for shame, away!

KING HENRY VI    Can we outrun the heavens? Good Margaret, stay73.

QUEEN MARGARET    What are you made of? You’ll nor74 fight nor fly:

    Now is it75 manhood, wisdom and defence,

    To give the enemy way, and to secure us76

    By what77 we can, which can no more but fly.

Alarum afar off

    If you be ta’en78, we then should see the bottom

    Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape79,

    As well we may, if not through your neglect,

    We shall to London get, where you are loved

    And where this breach82 now in our fortunes made

    May readily be stopped.

Enter [Young]. Clifford

YOUNG CLIFFORD    But that my heart’s on future mischief84 set,

    I would speak blasphemy ere85 bid you fly:

    But fly you must: uncurable discomfit86

    Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts87.

    Away, for your relief88, and we will live

    To see their day and them our fortune give.89

    Away, my lord, away!

Exeunt

[Act 5 Scene 3]

running scene 21 continues

Alarum. Retreat. Enter York, Richard, Warwick and Soldiers, with Drum and Colours

YORK    Of Salisbury, who can report of him,

    That winter2 lion, who in rage forgets

    Agèd contusions and all brush3 of time,

    And, like a gallant in the brow4 of youth,

    Repairs him with occasion5? This happy day

    Is not itself, nor have we won one foot6,

    If Salisbury be lost.

RICHARD    My noble father:

    Three times today I holp9 him to his horse,

    Three times bestrid him10: thrice I led him off,

    Persuaded him from any further act:

    But still12 where danger was, still there I met him,

    And like rich hangings in a homely13 house,

    So was his will in his old feeble body.

    But noble as he is, look where he comes.

Enter Salisbury

SALISBURY    Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought today:

    By th’mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard.

    God knows how long it is I have to live:

    And it hath pleased him that three times today

    You have defended me from imminent death.

    Well, lords, we have not got that which we have21:

    ’Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,

    Being opposites of such repairing nature23.

YORK    I know our safety24 is to follow them,

    For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,

    To call a present26 court of parliament:

    Let us pursue him ere the writs27 go forth.

    What says Lord Warwick, shall we after them?

WARWICK    After them? Nay, before them, if we can:

    Now by my hand, lords, ’twas a glorious day.

    St Albans battle won by famous York

    Shall be eternized32 in all age to come.

    Sound drum and trumpets, and to London all,

    And more such days as these to us befall!

Exeunt

TEXTUAL NOTES

Q = First Quarto text of 1594

Q2 = Second Quarto text of 1600

Q3 = Third Quarto text of 1619 F = First Folio text of 1623

F2 = a correction introduced in the Second Folio text of 1632

F4 = a correction introduced in the Fourth Folio text of 1685

Ed = a correction introduced by a later editor

SD = stage direction

SH = speech heading (i.e. speaker’s name)

List of parts = Ed

THE … HUMPHREY = F. Printed as The First Part of the Contention betwixt the two famous Houses of York and Lancaster, with the death of the good Duke Humphrey in Q, Q2, and Q3

1.1.24–31 Great … minister Q has the following alternative lines (all alternative Q passages are here edited and modernized):

Th’excessive love I bear unto your grace

Forbids me to be lavish of my tongue,

Lest I should speak more than beseems a woman:

Let this suffice: my bliss is in your liking,

And nothing can make poor Margaret miserable,

Unless the frown of mighty England’s King.

   50 SD Lets … fall derived from Q’s direction: Duke Humphrey lets it fall 92 had = Ed. F = hath 100 Razing = Ed. F = Racing 131 SH GLOUCESTER = Ed. F = Hum./Glo. (throughout) 168 hoist spelled hoyse in F 177 Protector = Q. F = Protectors 255 in my = Ed.