Enter Richard, Edward, and Montague,
all wearing the white rose. RICHARD
Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave. EDWARD
No, I can better play the orator. MONTAGUE
But I have reasons strong and forcible. Enter the Duke of York. YORK
Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strife?
What is your quarrel? How began it first? 5 EDWARD
No quarrel, but a slight contention. YORK About what? RICHARD
About that which concerns your Grace and us:
The crown of England, father, which is yours. YORK
Mine, boy? Not till King Henry be dead. 10 RICHARD
Your right depends not on his life or death. EDWARD
Now you are heir; therefore enjoy it now.
By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
It will outrun you, father, in the end. | Back at York's castle, Richard, Edward, and Montague are arguing over something when York comes in and hears them. When York asks the guys what they were talking about, they tell him they think he shouldn't wait until Henry dies to take the crown—he should take it now. |
YORK
I took an oath that he should quietly reign. 15 EDWARD
But for a kingdom any oath may be broken.
I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year. RICHARD
No, God forbid your Grace should be forsworn. YORK
I shall be, if I claim by open war. RICHARD
I’ll prove the contrary, if you’ll hear me speak. 20 YORK
Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. RICHARD
An oath is of no moment, being not took
Before a true and lawful magistrate
That hath authority over him that swears.
Henry had none, but did usurp the place. 25
Then, seeing ’twas he that made you to depose,
Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
Within whose circuit is Elysium 30
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest
Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry’s heart. | York tells his sons to cool it. He made an oath. He can't take the crown now, and he promised to be peaceful about the whole thing, too. Richard pokes holes in this argument. The oath wasn't even properly sworn in front of a magistrate, so it's not legally binding. Plus, wouldn't it be really sweet to wear the crown now? |
YORK
Richard, enough. I will be king or die.— 35
Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.—
Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk
And tell him privily of our intent.—
You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham, 40
With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise;
In them I trust, for they are soldiers
Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
While you are thus employed, what resteth more
But that I seek occasion how to rise, 45
And yet the King not privy to my drift,
Nor any of the house of Lancaster. Enter a Messenger. But stay, what news? Why com’st thou in such post? MESSENGER
The Queen with all the northern earls and lords
Intend here to besiege you in your castle. 50
She is hard by with twenty thousand men.
And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. He exits. | York is convinced. (That was quick.) He starts to plan his attack. He tells Montague to ask Warwick to join his team; Edward will go to Cobham. While this planning sesh is going down, a messenger enters with news that Margaret is planning an attack of her own. She's on her way to York's castle right now with her army. |
YORK
Ay, with my sword. What, think’st thou that we fear
them?—
Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me; 55
My brother Montague shall post to London.
Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
Whom we have left Protectors of the King,
With powerful policy strengthen themselves
And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths. 60 MONTAGUE
Brother, I go. I’ll win them, fear it not.
And thus most humbly I do take my leave. Montague exits. Enter Sir John Mortimer, and his brother,
Sir Hugh Mortimer. YORK
Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour.
The army of the Queen mean to besiege us. 65 SIR JOHN
She shall not need; we’ll meet her in the field. YORK What, with five thousand men? RICHARD
Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need.
A woman’s general; what should we fear? A march afar off. EDWARD
I hear their drums. Let’s set our men in order, 70
And issue forth and bid them battle straight. YORK
Five men to twenty: though the odds be great,
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
Many a battle have I won in France
Whenas the enemy hath been ten to one. 75
Why should I not now have the like success? Alarum. They exit. | York sends his family to fight Margaret's armies. Also, he warns everyone not to trust Henry and his oaths, because he just goes back on his word. (It doesn't seem to matter to York that he was just planning to go back on his oath, as well.) As the men go off to battle, York remembers winning in France with fewer men and worse odds. He's convinced he'll win again. |