The Hollow Crown - Season 2 Edit

A crown for York.

A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

A goodly gift?

A napkin,

A persecutor I am sure, thou art.

A thousand fold it doth.

A wilderness is populous enough,

About what?

Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes.

After God,

After many scorns, many foul taunts,

After yourself and your young son, the Prince,

Ah, cousin York,

Ah, Exeter.

Ah, kill me with thy weapons, not with words.

Ah, timorous wretch!

Ah, Warwick.

Ah, what a life were this,

Ah, wretched man!

Alas, I am not cooped here for defense.

Alas, my Queen.

Alas, poor Clarence, is it for a wife

All hail, King Edward.

All in haste and as I guess.

All will revolt from me and turn to him.

Although my head

Ambitious York did level at thy crown.

An easy task 'tis but to love a king.

An evil sign.

An oath for his friends,

An oath is of no moment, being not took before a true and lawful magistrate

And am I then a man to be beloved?

And am rewarded at the last with shame?

And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice

And bid thee battle, Edward,

And bids her farewell to the glorious sun.

And come some other time to know our mind.

And could command no more content than I?

And cried, All hail

And cry Content!

And did corrupt frail nature with some bribe.

And disinherited thine only son.

And Exeter,

And force the tyrant from ms seat by war.

And frame my face to all occasions.

And from that torment I will free myself.

And happy always was it for that son

And harmful pity must be laid aside.

And haste is needful in this desp'rate case.

And he nor sees

And henceforth I am thy true servitor.

And here is the hand

And here's to right

And hideous tempest shook down trees.

And I choose only Clarence

And I forgive and quite forget old faults,

And I the House of York!

And I will venge thy death or die by attempting it.

And I, like one lost in a thorny wood,

And I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.

And if the rest be true which I have...

And in choosing for yourself, you've shown your judgment

And in despite of those that shall withstand you.

And joy that thou becom'st King Henry's friend.

And learn this lesson.

And leave not one alive, I live in hell.

And less than I was born to.

And let them fight that will.

And live we how we can,

And lo...

And long live thou, and these thy forward sons.

And made him to resign the crown perforce.

And made our footstool of security.

And Margaret, this for you,

And more such days as these to us befall!

And more unlikely than to accomplish

And murder whiles I smile.

And myself have in our armors watched the winter's night

And never seen thee, never borne thee son,

And not be tied unto his brother's will.

And not betray thy treason with a blush?

And not in me.

And not King Henry's heirs.

And now the battle's ended, if friend or foe,

And obtain no grace.

And of our labors thou shalt reap the gain.

And once again cry Charge! upon our foes.

And over shine the earth as this the world.

And over the chair of state, where now he sits,

And pardon thee.

And pardon, Father,

And replant Henry in his former state.

And return to Henry.

And see where Clarence waits.

And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself,

And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?

And seized upon their towns and provinces!

And set up Lancaster.

And shall have your will, because our king.

And shall I stand and thou sit in my throne?

And shall you have all kindness at my hand

And she is no more queen than thou art prince.

And smooths the frowns of war with peaceful looks.

And so, proud hearted Warwick,

And spend my latter days

And spies a far off shore.

And steel thy melting heart.

And still is friend to him and Margaret.

And thank you for your motion.

And that is more than I will yield unto.

And that is to enjoy thee for my love.

And that the Lord of Westmorland shall maintain.

And that the people

And the promised flames of the last day

And their true sovereign whom they must obey?

And then to confirm that friendship

And there it doth remain.

And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.

And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?

And this is he was his adopted heir.

And this is the heart that triumphs in their death.

And this soft courage makes your followers faint.

And this the regal seat.

And this word love,

And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.

And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.

And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine!

And thou, misshapen Dick

And thus I prophesy

And till I root out their accursed line

And to it, lords!

And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.

And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.

And unfeigned love.

And utter ruin of the House of York.

And wallows in our spilt blood.

And Warwick shall disprove it.

And wet my cheeks with artificial tears.

And what answer makes King Louis unto our letters?

And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.

And when the King comes, offer him no violence

And when thou fail'st,

And when with grief he wept,

And where this breach

And where thou art not...

And who slew your father, youthful Clifford.

And why not Queen?

And will not pity.

And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.

And with a puissant and a mighty power is marching hitherward

And with the crown, his head!

And with the other fling it at thy face, than bear so low a sail.

And with your hands your hearts,

And would my father had left me no more.

And would you not do much to do him good?

And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope

And yet I know not how to get the crown,

And yet...

And, having France our friend,

And, Richard,

And, that I love the tree

And, whiles I live, account this world but hell.

And, whilst I live, to honor me as thy king and sovereign.

And...

Are you there, butcher?

Arghh!

Arise a knight,

Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?

Art thou king, and wilt be forced?

As he is famed for mildness,

As I bethink me, you should not be king

As I do long and wish to be a subject.

As I now reap from thy too cruel hand.

As if they vowed some league inviolable.

As symbol white of my blood drinking hate.

Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will.

At a strife?

At Edgecote field this lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey,

At my feet!

At nine months old.

At the very heart of Louis' court.

Away with her and waft her hence to France.

Away with her. I charge ye, bear her hence

Away, madam, away, the King is missing.

Away!

Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.

Ay, but my deeds shall stay thy fury soon.

Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.

Ay, crookback,

Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.

Ay, good My Lord, and leave us to our fortune.

Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair.

Ay, this is the hand

Ay, what of that?

Ay.

Ay.

Backing of the Duke of York,

Base Suffolk!

Base, fearful and despairing Henry!

Be Duke of Lancaster.

Be it with resolution, then, to fight!

Be no more unconstant.

Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland.

Be pitiful, dread Lord, and grant it then.

Be resident in men like one another,

Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.

Because thy father Henry did usurp,

Before I would have granted to that act.

Before the King will grant

Before you answer Warwick

Begins our lasting joy.

Being so far off.

Belike she minds to play the Amazon.

Blows and revenge for me.

Blows twice two for one.

Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed

Boys!

Bred by necessity,

Brother?

But be it as it may.

But buckle with thee

But by thy help to this distressed queen?

But Duke of York.

But ere I go, brother Richard...

But for a kingdom any oath may be broken.

But from deceit.

But grief and woe?

But here comes one whose heavy looks foretell

But how is it that great Plantagenet

But I have reasons strong and forcible!

But I was made a king,

But in this troublous time, what's to be done?

But little thinks we shall be of her council.

But most himself, if he could see his shame.

But only slaughtered by the ireful arm

But say, is Warwick

But severed in a pale clear shining sky.

But that 'tis shows ignobly and in treason.

But that the next heir should succeed and reign.

But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

But thou preferr'st thy life to thine honor.

But thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.

But welcome, George,

But what said Henry's queen?

But what said Warwick to these injuries?

But when the Duke is slain, they will quickly fly.

But wherefore dids't thou come?

But who can cease to weep and look on this?

But you will take exceptions to my boon.

But, if thou be a king,

By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,

By heaven, wretch, we'll plague ye for that word.

By many hands your father was subdued,

By my state I swear to thee, I mean no more

By my thwarting stars.

By such a lowly vassal as thyself.

By words and blows here let us claim our right.

Call forth our troops and bid them arm themselves!

Call me thy king and at my hands beg mercy

Call Warwick patron and be penitent,

Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?

Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head.

Canst thou speak 'gainst thy true king

Charge!

Cheer up your spirits.

Civil dissension

Clarence and Gloucester,

Clarence.

Clifford approaches! Go!

Clifford, ask mercy

Clifford...

Come

Come forth and fight with me!

Come hither,

Come lords, to the field.

Come, boys!

Come, Clarence, come.

Come, cousin, let us tell the Queen these news.

Come, Richard,

Come, Richard! Edmond!

Come, rough Westmorland,

Come, sit by me.

Come, son. Edmund.

Come, Suffolk. Defend thy rose!

Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down.

Come, we must away from here.

Come.

Come.

Conditionally,

Confess who set thee up and plucked thee down?

Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,

Content thyself.

Could this kiss be printed in thy hand?

Cousin of Exeter, frowns,

Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?

Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells.

Dark cloudy death o'ershades

Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?

Dear brother,

Dear God.

Descend my throne and kneel for grace and mercy

Desolation.

Did anyone see or hear the fate of Somerset,

Did I impale him with the regal crown?

Did I put Henry from his native right?

Didst thou never hear that things ill got

Didst yield consent to disinherit him,

Die, prophet in thy speech!

Dispatch me here!

Dispatch me, Richard.

Dispatch, Henry.

Dispatch...

Disperse me, Richard, have mercy!

Do not frown upon my faults, for I will henceforth

Do right unto this princely Duke of York

Do you love your son?

Dogs howled,

Dost thou know who speaks to thee?

Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.

Doth not the object cheer your heart, My Lord?

Down, down to hell, and say I sent thee thither

Draw thy sword in right.

Duke of York, be king,

Duke of York.

Durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?

Each one a perfect sun.

Earl of Richmond.

Edmond! Richard!

Edmund and Richard will follow thee.

Edward and George, you both shall stay with me.

Edward,

Edward, George...

Edward, kneel down.

Edward...

Edward's brother, were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.

Either they are thine,

Else might I think that Clarence,

Enforced thee!

England's hope.

Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.

Enough.

Ere the battle joined.

Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.

Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be.

Even at this sight,

Even of pure love,

Even upon thy conscience, Is Edward your true king?

Excuse me to the King, my brother.

Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown

Fair lords?

Far be the thought of it from Henry's heart

Farewell, faint hearted and degenerate King,

Farewell, My Lord.

Farewell, sweet lords, let's meet at Tewkesbury.

Father of Warwick, know you what this means?

Father, do but think how sweet a thing it is to wear a crown.

Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head!

Father, we'll win them, fear it not.

Father!

Father!

Father!

Father...

Fear not that, My Lord.

First, to crave a league of amity,

For 'tis Clifford.

For a thousand causes I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.

For all the trouble thou hast turned me to?

For by that loss I will not purchase them.

For he could not so resign his crown

For here I hope

For how can I help them, and not myself?

For how can tyrants safely govern home

For I am sure that she was there in place.

For I command no more,

For I have bought it with an hundred blows.

For I knew not thee.

For I myself

For I were loath to link with him that were not lawful chosen.

For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter,

For in thy shoulder do I build my seat.

For king of England shalt thou be proclaimed

For many lives stand between me and home.

For men may talk of kings, and why not I?

For mocking marriage with a dame of France!

For never henceforth shall I joy again.

For now the House of York, burns with revenging fire.

For often have I heard my mother say

For one or both of us, the time is come.

For Protector.

For shame, come down. He made thee Duke of York.

For shame, Oxford,

For the chair and dukedom,

For the poor King's death.

For this amongst the rest, was I ordained

For thou art fortunate

For thy foul misleading me.

For what is in this world

For where thou art,

For wise men say it is the wisest course!

For with a band of strongly armed men comes Warwick,

For you shall sup with Jesus Christ tonight.

Forbear awhile.

Forthwith I'll take him hence to Brittany,

Forward!

Foul stigmatic,

Friends with Margaret?

From off the city gates fetch down the head,

From them that wish the downfall of our house.

From this misdeed of Edward's...

From whence thou sprang'st.

From whom I know not.

From worthy Edward, King of Albion,

Gentle heaven, pity!

George, of Clarence.

Give me some reason why thou disapproves

Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold,

Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade to shepherds

Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,

Go to thy sister's house. Do not look back.

Go, Mother, we will follow!

Go, Mother!

Go, Richard. Look to thy mother!

Go, send him hence, I will not hear him speak.

God forbid that I should wish them severed

God forbid the hour...

God forbid your grace should be forsworn.

God save King Edward, fourth of that name!

God save King Henry!

God save Queen Margaret!

God save the King!

Good day, My Lord.

Good fortune bids us pause,

Good King of England

Good Warwick.

Gracious sovereign, they are so linked in friendship

Ha!

Had ever bad success?

Had I been there,

Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,

Had left no mourning widows for our death.

Hadst thou been killed when first thou didst presume,

Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I?

Hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,

Hail the House of York!

Hang the traitor.

Hard hearted Clifford, take me from the world,

Harry, 'tis no land of thine.

Has your king married the Lady Grey?

Hath made us bywords to our enemies.

Have at thee!

Have by my hands of life bereaved him.

Have mercy...

Have shaped my body so,

Have turned my hate to love,

Having my country's peace and brothers' loves,

He is a prince soon won with moving words

He is both king and Duke of Lancaster,

He is lawful king.

He is the House of Lancaster.

He is the last descendent of old John of Gaunt.

He rose against him

He was the author,

He, but a duke, would have his son a king.

He, more incensed against your majesty than all the rest,

He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.

Hear me but one word.

Hear me speak

Heavy times, begetting such events!

Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity.

Henry had none, but did usurp his place.

Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.

Her humble suit.

Her suit is now to repossess those lands.

Here I stand to answer thee.

Here is the Duke of Somerset,

Here!

Here's for my father's death!

Here's to avenge beloved Somerset.

Herein Your Highness wrongs both him and me,

His beams of life,

His demand springs not from Edward's well meant honest love

His dukedom and his chair with me is left.

His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee,

His queen, My Lord?

His sword.

Hmm.

Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.

Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much.

Hold, Warwick! Seek you out

Hold!

Hours, days, months, and years,

How hast thou injured both thyself and us?

How it doth grieve me

How like you our choice of wife?

How many children hast thou, widow, tell me?

How many days will finish up the year.

How many hours bring about the day,

How many make the hour full, complete.

How many years a mortal man may live.

How now,

How shall Bona be revenged

How sweet, how lovely.

I am content.

I am far better born than is the King

I am like no brother.

I am myself alone.

I am ready to put armor on.

I am so sorry for my trespass made

I am the Queen!

I am the Queen.

I am the son of Henry the Fifth,

I am thine.

I am thy sovereign.

I am too mean a subject for thy wrath.

I am your king, and I must have my will.

I and ten thousand in this luckless realm

I bid you farewell

I came into this world with my legs forward.

I cannot stay to hear these articles.

I cannot weep.

I come in kindness

I dare your quenchless fury to more rage.

I defy thee,

I did mean my queen.

I fear me, love, if that I were dead

I give my hand.

I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.

I greet mine own land

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow

I have no brother,

I here entail the crown to thee and to thine heirs forever.

I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe.

I here protest, in sight of heaven

I here renounce him.

I here resign my government to thee,

I hold it cowardice to rest mistrustful

I knew not what I did.

I know by that he's dead.

I know my duty. You are all undutiful.

I know thee, Somerset.

I long till Edward fall by war's mischance

I make you both protectors of this land.

I mean to take possession of my right.

I need to levy men and make for war,

I rather wish for foes than hollow friends.

I see the lady has a thing to grant

I shame to hear thee speak.

I stabbed your father's bosom,

I stain this napkin with the blood that valiant Clifford,

I tell ye all I am your better.

I that have neither pity, love, nor fear!

I think his understanding is bereft.

I think it cites us, brother, to the field,

I throw my infamy at thee.

I took an oath

I was a woeful looker on when as the noble Duke of York was slain,

I will defend our crown unto the death.

I will make amends.

I will not bandy with thee word for word,

I will not rest until the white rose I wear

I will not ruinate my father's house,

I will prove the opposite,

I will provide thee.

I will revenge this wrong to Lady Bona

I will unto the field presently

I wonder how our princely father scaped.

I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.

I would Your Highness would keep from the field.

I'll bear thee hence,

I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.

I'll have more lives than drops of blood were in my father's veins.

I'll hear no more!

I'll hence to London on a serious matter.

I'll join mine youngest daughter,

I'll leave my son

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,

I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown.

I'll pluck it down.

I'll undertake to land them on our coast

If any spark of life be yet remaining,

If for the last, Say, Ay!

If God's good will were so.

If I but had thy heavenly company.

If I claim by open war.

If it be so, then go, depart to him.

If it be thy Will.

If it be true the King has fled to London,

If murdering innocents be executing,

If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell!

If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.

If secret powers

If thou dar'st.

If thou vouchsafe to grant

If you will hear me speak.

III blows the wind that profits nobody.

In all thy deeds.

In cruelty will I seek out my fame.

In devotion,

In every borough as we pass along.

In following this usurping Henry.

In lawful marriage.

In mind, and that's enough.

In proud array.

In sound alliance by marrying the proud King Louis' sister

In this, the heaven figures some event.

In thy suggestion I become thy whore.

In whose cold blood

Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of.

Injurious Margaret...

Instead whereof let he supply the room.

Intends here to besiege you in your house.

Is a viperous worm

Is as a fury to torment my soul!

Is crowned so soon and broke his solemn oath?

Is dyed even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart!

Is either slain or wounded dangerously.

Is Louis so brave?

Is not a dukedom, sir,

Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?

Is vain and frivolous.

Is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?

Is't for my life?

It grieves me to see thee once more a traitor.

It irks my very soul.

It is impossible that I should die

It is impossible.

It is my eldest son.

It is my father's face.

It must and shall be so.

It shall be done, My Sovereign, with all speed.

It shall be so.

It was my inheritance, as the earldom was.

It was my will and grant, and for this once my will shall stand for law.

It were dishonor to deny it her.

It will outrun you, Father, in the end.

Judas kissed his master

Kill me, too!

King Edward!

King Louis and Lady Bona,

King Louis cannot greatly sting to hurt,

King Louis hath been tainted with remorse

King Louis,

Kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.

Kneel down!

Knit earth and heaven together!

Know us by these colors for thy foes.

Know you not the city favors them,

Lady Anne

Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George.

Laughed in his face,

Leave Henry, and call Edward King

Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king

Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.

Let him be gently used.

Let him be king.

Let me embrace the sour adversaries,

Let me entreat,

Let me for this my lifetime reign as king.

Let me give humble thanks for all at once.

Let me pray before I take my death.

Let us assail the family of York.

Let us hear him speak

Let's hear the orisons he makes.

Let's issue forth and bid them battle straight.

Let's levy men, meet Edward in the field.

Let's pluck him down.

Lift up that fatal screech owl to our house

Like one that stands upon a promontory

Listen to me, widow...

Listen to me.

Lo where youthful Prince Ned comes.

Lo, now my glory smeared in dust and blood.

Long live King Henry!

Long live King Henry.

Long live Prince Edward!

Long live Prince Edward!

Long live Prince Edward!

Look here,

Look on the boy,

Look to Anne and keep her safe.

Look to my daughter, Oxford,

Look where the sturdy rebel stands.

Look, York,

Looking on their silly sheep,

Lord Hastings, farewell.

Lord Warwick,

Lords, give us leave.

Make him kneel upon this dung hill here.

Make much of him, lords.

Margaret, God,

Marrow, bones and all...

Marry, and shall

May it please Your Highness

May never be forgot.

May not be punished

May readily be stopped.

Measure for measure

Methinks it were a happy life, to be no better

Methinks Your Grace hath not done well

Mine, boy?

More than I seem,

More than the nature of a brother's love!

Much effuse of blood doth make me faint.

Must be answered.

Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!

Must hunt this deer to death.

Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.

My breast can better brook thy dagger's point

My brother flies to Warwick?

My conscience tells me

My Creator's praise.

My crown is called content.

My crown is in my heart,

My curse upon your heads!

My eye's too quick,

My father's blood hath stopp'd

My gracious father, by your kingly leave

My gracious Liege, this too much lenity

My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament

My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it!

My heart is turned to stone.

My heart o'erweens too much,

My hope is gone.

My king.

My Liege, it is young Henry,

My Liege!

My Liege...

My Lord of Warwick, this letter is for you,

My Lord of Warwick.

My Lord of York,

My Lord,

My Lord,

My Lord, their dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,

My Lord!

My Lord!

My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns.

My noble Queen, let former grudges pass,

MY Son!

My soul to heaven,

My title's good, and better far than his.

My virtuous deeds behind,

My younger daughter shall be thine.

Nay, never bear me hence!

Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,

Nay, shall obey, and love thee, too...

Nay, Stay.

Nay, then the world goes hard when Clifford cannot spare

Nay, when? Strike now, or else the iron cools.

Ned!

Ned! EDWARD IV: Bring forth the gallant.