king henry vi part 3(亨利四世ⅲ)-第4部分
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him。 Hold you his hands whilst I do set it on。 ＇Putting a paper crown on
his head＇ Ay； marry； sir； now looks he like a king！ Ay； this is he that took
King Henry's chair； And this is he was his adopted heir。 But how is it that
great Plantagenet Is crown'd so soon and broke his solemn oath？ As I
bethink me； you should not be King Till our King Henry had shook hands
with death。 And will you pale your head in Henry's glory； And rob his
temples of the diadem； Now in his life； against your holy oath？ O； 'tis a
fault too too Off with the crown and with the crown his head； And； whilst
we breathe； take time to do him dead。 CLIFFORD。 That is my office； for
my father's sake。 QUEEN MARGARET。 Nay； stay； let's hear the orisons
he makes。 YORK。 She…wolf of France； but worse than wolves of France；
Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth！ How ill…beseeming is
it in thy sex To triumph like an Amazonian trull Upon their woes whom
fortune captivates！ But that thy face is visard…like； unchanging； Made
impudent with use of evil deeds； I would assay； proud queen； to make thee
blush。 To tell thee whence thou cam'st； of whom deriv'd； Were shame
enough to shame thee； wert thou not shameless。 Thy father bears the type
of King of Naples； Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem； Yet not so wealthy as
an English yeoman。 Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult？ It needs
not； nor it boots thee not； proud queen； Unless the adage must be verified；
That beggars mounted run their horse to death。 'Tis beauty that doth oft
make women proud； But； God He knows； thy share thereof is small。 'Tis
virtue that doth make them most admir'd； The contrary doth make thee
wond'red at。 'Tis government that makes them seem divine； The want
thereof makes thee abominable。 Thou art as opposite to every good As the
Antipodes are unto us； Or as the south to the septentrion。 O tiger's heart
wrapp'd in a woman's hide！ How couldst thou drain the life…blood of the
child； To bid the father wipe his eyes withal； And yet be seen to bear a
woman's face？ Women are soft； mild； pitiful； and flexible： Thou stern；
obdurate； flinty； rough； remorseless。 Bid'st thou me rage？ Why； now thou
hast thy wish； Wouldst have me weep？ Why； now thou hast thy will； For
raging wind blows up incessant showers； And when the rage allays； the
rain begins。 These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies； And every drop
cries vengeance for his death 'Gainst thee； fell Clifford； and thee； false
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Frenchwoman。 NORTHUMBERLAND。 Beshrew me； but his passions
move me so That hardly can I check my eyes from tears。 YORK。 That face
of his the hungry cannibals Would not have touch'd； would not have
stain'd with blood； But you are more inhuman； more inexorable… O； ten
times more… than tigers of Hyrcania。 See； ruthless queen； a hapless father's
tears。 This cloth thou dipp'dst in blood of my sweet boy； And I with tears
do wash the blood away。 Keep thou the napkin； and go boast of this； And
if thou tell'st the heavy story right； Upon my soul； the hearers will shed
tears； Yea； even my foes will shed fast…falling tears And say 'Alas； it was a
piteous deed！' There； take the crown； and with the crown my curse； And in
thy need such comfort come to thee As now I reap at thy too cruel hand！
Hard…hearted Clifford； take me from the world； My soul to heaven； my
blood upon your heads！ NORTHUMBERLAND。 Had he been slaughter…
man to all my kin； I should not for my life but weep with him； To see how
inly sorrow gripes his soul。 QUEEN MARGARET。 What； weeping…ripe；
my Lord Northumberland？ Think but upon the wrong he did us all； And
that will quickly dry thy melting tears。 CLIFFORD。 Here's for my oath；
here's for my father's death。 ＇Stabbing him＇ QUEEN MARGARET。 And
here's to right our gentle…hearted king。 ＇Stabbing him＇ YORK。 Open Thy
gate of mercy； gracious God！ My soul flies through these wounds to seek
out Thee。 ＇Dies＇ QUEEN MARGARET。 Off with his head； and set it on
York gates； So York may overlook the town of York。 Flourish。 Exeunt
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ACT II。
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SCENE I。 A plain near Mortimer's Cross in
Herefordshire
A march。 Enter EDWARD； RICHARD； and their power
EDWARD。 I wonder how our princely father scap'd； Or whether he
be scap'd away or no From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit。 Had
he been ta'en； we should have heard the news； Had he been slain； we
should have heard the news； Or had he scap'd； methinks we should have
heard The happy tidings of his good escape。 How fares my brother？ Why
is he so sad？ RICHARD。 I cannot joy until I be resolv'd Where our right
valiant father is become。 I saw him in the battle range about； And watch'd
him how he singled Clifford forth。 Methought he bore him in the thickest
troop As doth a lion in a herd of neat； Or as a bear； encompass'd round
with dogs； Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry； The rest stand
all aloof and bark at him。 So far'd our father with his enemies； So fled his
enemies my warlike father。 Methinks 'tis prize enough to be his son。 See
how the morning opes her golden gates And takes her farewell of the
glorious sun。 How well resembles it the prime of youth； Trimm'd like a
younker prancing to his love！ EDWARD。 Dazzle mine eyes； or do I see
three suns？ RICHARD。 Three glorious suns； each one a perfect sun； Not
separated with the racking clouds； But sever'd in a pale clear…shining sky。
See； see！ they join； embrace； and seem to kiss； As if they vow'd some
league inviolable。 Now are they but one lamp； one light； one sun。 In this
the heaven figures some event。 EDWARD。 'Tis wondrous strange； the like
yet never heard of。 I think it cites us； brother； to the field； That we； the
sons of brave Plantagenet； Each one already blazing by our meeds； Should
notwithstanding join our lights together And overshine the earth； as this
the world。 Whate'er it bodes； henceforward will I bear Upon my target
three fair shining suns。 RICHARD。 Nay； bear three daughters… by your
leave I speak it； You love the breeder better than the male。
Enter a MESSENGER； blowing
But what art thou； whose heavy looks foretell Some dreadful story
hanging on thy tongue？ MESSENGER。 Ah； one that was a woeful looker…
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on When as the noble Duke of York was slain； Your princely father and
my loving lord！ EDWARD。 O； speak no more！ for I have heard too much。
RICHARD。 Say how he died； for I will hear it all。 MESSENGER。
Environed he was with many foes； And stood against them as the hope of
Troy Against the Greeks that would have ent'red Troy。 But Hercules
himself must yield to odds； And many strokes； though with a little axe；
Hews down and fells the hardest…timber'd oak。 By many hands your father
was subdu'd； But only slaught'red by the ireful arm Of unrelenting Clifford
and the Queen； Who crown'd the gracious Duke in high despite； Laugh'd
in his face； and when with grief he wept； The ruthless Queen gave him to
dry his cheeks A napkin steeped in the harmless blood Of sweet young
Rutland； by rough Clifford slain； And after many scorns； many foul taunts；
They took his head； and on the gates of York They set the same； and there
it doth remain； The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd。 EDWARD。 Sweet
Duke of York； our prop to lean upon； Now thou art gone； we have no staff；
no stay。 O Clifford； boist'rous Clifford； thou hast slain The flow'r of
Europe for his chivalry； And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him； For
hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee。 Now my soul's palace is
become a prison。 Ah； would she break from hence； that this my body
Might in the ground be closed up in rest！ For never henceforth shall I joy
again； Never； O never； shall I see more joy。 RICHARD。 I cannot weep； for
all my body's mois
