{"id":2209,"date":"2013-05-09T11:31:52","date_gmt":"2013-05-09T15:31:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stateofshakespeare.com\/?page_id=2209"},"modified":"2021-08-25T20:03:29","modified_gmt":"2021-08-26T00:03:29","slug":"henry-vi-part-iii-act-iii-scene-ii","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/stateofshakespeare.com\/?page_id=2209","title":{"rendered":"Henry VI, Part iii Act III, Scene ii"},"content":{"rendered":"

Henry 6, Part 3.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Act 3, Scene 2.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Richard of Gloucester
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(This text is featured in our interviews with Jim DeVita<\/a>, Hamilton Clancy<\/a> \u00a0and Jeffrey Wilson<\/a>)<\/p>\n

140\u00a0 Ay, Edward will use women honourably.
\n141\u00a0 Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,
\n142\u00a0 That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
\n143\u00a0 To cross me from the golden time I look for!
\n144\u00a0 And yet, between my soul’s desire and me–
\n145\u00a0 The lustful Edward’s title buried–
\n146\u00a0 Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
\n147\u00a0 And all the unlook’d for issue of their bodies,
\n148\u00a0 To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:
\n149\u00a0 A cold premeditation for my purpose!
\n150\u00a0 Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty;
\n151\u00a0 Like one that stands upon a promontory,
\n152\u00a0 And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
\n153\u00a0 Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
\n154\u00a0 And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
\n155\u00a0 Saying, he’ll lade it dry to have his way:
\n156\u00a0 So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
\n157\u00a0 And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;
\n158\u00a0 And so I say, I’ll cut the causes off,
\n159\u00a0 Flattering me with impossibilities.
\n160\u00a0 My eye’s too quick, my heart o’erweens too much,
\n161\u00a0 Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
\n162\u00a0 Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
\n163\u00a0 What other pleasure can the world afford?
\n164\u00a0 I’ll make my heaven in a lady’s lap,
\n165\u00a0 And deck my body in gay ornaments,
\n166\u00a0 And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
\n167\u00a0 O miserable thought! and more unlikely
\n168\u00a0 Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
\n169\u00a0 Why, love forswore me in my mother’s womb:
\n170\u00a0 And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
\n171\u00a0 She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,
\n172\u00a0 To shrink mine arm up like a wither’d shrub;
\n173\u00a0 To make an envious mountain on my back,
\n174\u00a0 Where sits deformity to mock my body;
\n175\u00a0 To shape my legs of an unequal size;
\n176\u00a0 To disproportion me in every part,
\n177\u00a0 Like to a chaos, or an unlick’d bear-whelp
\n178\u00a0 That carries no impression like the dam.
\n179\u00a0 And am I then a man to be beloved?
\n180\u00a0 O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
\n181\u00a0 Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,
\n182\u00a0 But to command, to cheque, to o’erbear such
\n183\u00a0 As are of better person than myself,
\n184\u00a0 I’ll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
\n185\u00a0 And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
\n186\u00a0 Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head
\n187\u00a0 Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
\n188\u00a0 And yet I know not how to get the crown,
\n189\u00a0 For many lives stand between me and home:
\n190\u00a0 And I,–like one lost in a thorny wood,
\n191\u00a0 That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
\n192\u00a0 Seeking a way and straying from the way;
\n193\u00a0 Not knowing how to find the open air,
\n194\u00a0 But toiling desperately to find it out,–
\n195\u00a0 Torment myself to catch the English crown:
\n196\u00a0 And from that torment I will free myself,
\n197\u00a0 Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
\n198\u00a0 Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
\n199\u00a0 And cry ‘Content’ to that which grieves my heart,
\n200\u00a0 And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
\n201\u00a0 And frame my face to all occasions.
\n202\u00a0 I’ll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
\n203\u00a0 I’ll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
\n204\u00a0 I’ll play the orator as well as Nestor,
\n205\u00a0 Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
\n206\u00a0 And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
\n207\u00a0 I can add colours to the chameleon,
\n208\u00a0 Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
\n209\u00a0 And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
\n210\u00a0 Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
\n211 Tut, were it farther off, I’ll pluck it down.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Henry 6, Part 3.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Act 3, Scene 2.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Richard of Gloucester (This text is featured in our interviews with Jim DeVita, Hamilton Clancy \u00a0and Jeffrey Wilson) 140\u00a0 Ay, Edward will use women honourably. 141\u00a0 Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all, 142\u00a0 That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, 143\u00a0 To cross<\/p>\n [...]<\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2209","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-line-bottom","fix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P2Frfq-zD","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stateofshakespeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2209","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stateofshakespeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stateofshakespeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stateofshakespeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stateofshakespeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2209"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/stateofshakespeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2209\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7700,"href":"https:\/\/stateofshakespeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2209\/revisions\/7700"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stateofshakespeare.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2209"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}