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I
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S CE N E
m
Ti
M a rck
e!
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D oors 1?
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,
for
a
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ly
ear
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castle
s
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at
.
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as
1 0 71
,
.
N orfolk, l oo,
Cl
All a re dressed
a re
.
lzu n t
.
Cl We ll mt L rd B i h p Odo 3 ti a gr ace
T ha t th u goo d e r l b i h p t
E l e h ld we l k thy g a e t fe tiv l
e y g prie t look le ly
Od I k w h w m
are
e
.
o
s
.
s o
a
ac
no
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an
as
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o
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as
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ar
s o
a
s
o un
so
s
,
a s
.
s s
an
on
When fe a st s a re
f rw rd
I coun t it b ase
To b e b ut on e thi n g—were th a t thi n g a k i n g !
A bi sh o p sh oul d kn o w how whe n there is c ause
T o wie l d his b att l e axe o r ri de a t h un t
Clare Or mak e the feast ri n g with a merr y quip
Wa rwick Th a t h ast th ou d on e Lo rd B i sh op !
I reca ll
o
a
,
b ut
,
,
-
.
.
.
.
,
W i lli am o f No rm andy
8
better thy shrew d b l ows on Se la c field
Th an thy sh rewd je sti n g a t l ast C hri st m
a s fe ast
Thy royal brother fin d s
I t s in the bl oo d
H is ki n gship a ll too n arro w so he h olds
The church the h un t an d w a r in vassalage ;
Where er he go e s he ru l e s—right roya l th a t !
f
l
o
rd
b
y
wi
t
n
e
s
s
o
thy
w
o
r
d
s
S o th ou m
y
C an st n ot o bje ct i f Wi ll i a mguide s t h y see
No t
n
.
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,
,
,
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,
,
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a rwick
W
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laugks, tlzen
p auses to see kow
Odo takes kis jest
Odo
t
/
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w
i
)
(
.
B e a um t !
He s
’
on
my ki
.
The que sti on He n ry
,
ng !
where sta ys Walter Earl of B ucki n gh am?
[Vorfolk See t h ere he c o m
e s —an d b y
faith in mail !
B ut
,
,
,
my
,
E n ter B ucking/2 a
Wa rwick Wh at
.
,
t o da y
To be m
a de si gn al
m
pidly
ra
B u ki gh a m!
c
n
,
in
L
.
ma il ?
Is
n ot
B ucking/2 a
Where
by
Ay, in
m
.
a gen tl e r ga rb ?
mail an d l ik e to b e for da ys
.
the ki n g?
He p ause s w i th the queen
The h un t sta y s but for himw homwe a w a it
Od N a y B ucki n gh a m w e too h av e le ft th e
ladie s
T o e erci se o ur selve s aga i n st the boa r ;
is
.
,
o
.
,
,
x
,
.
W illi am Of No rm andy
9
n stee l
a ccoutred in b la n k sol e m
Wi th h a sty step s an d h a rsh un festal v o i c e
We h ardly th o ught to b e The b oa r th at r a n ge
p shire here a re n o t so terri bl e
I n H am
I p romi se but a man ofthy st ou t he a rt
May com
e Off safel y in p l a i n h un ti n g ge a r
But
so
,
,
,
,
.
,
,
-
.
ra l la uglz
S
e
v
e
[
.
(savagely )
B ucking/ea rn
Giffa rd is a fe ard
th ou th a t
’
T hin k st
.
r
ai l ?
Odo F o rb id ! Yet why the n th u s in l i n k ed m
a i l Sir Ea rl ?
N orfolk Y es why in m
o f b oa s
.
.
,
,
(turn ing
B uckingka tn
to
N orfolk)
B eca u e the S
H ave f u d their fe
.
Why
bo y ?
,
w o l ve s h al f sta rved
o n
n s a grew so m
e pl ace to keep
Mork ere the lea ! Mo ke e the faith ful frie n d
H a t h j oi n e d in le a gu e with th a t hold Herewa rd
An d d ai ly in som
e skir mi sh or by n i ght
I n r a id the y sl a ughter N or m
an fi ghtin g m
en
H ow n ow y oun g N o r fol k is it to thy ta ste
T o l ea d fa ir E m
ma i a suit ofma il ?
n
n
T
o
u
c
i
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or
o
l
k
s
e
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s
e
ri
b
b
o
s
a
re
ot
r
k
g
f
(
fi y)
pro o f gai n st S a on b ow s
ad n e ss a re you at ?
T h i s is
N orfolk Wh a t m
the d a y
Ofh un t to n i ght a t the gre a t fe ast
B ucki g/2am
Wh a t
T alk
a d n e ss
Ofh u n t w h e n th e re is sh o ut of w a r ? T he m
ax o n
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.
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W illi am o f No rm andy
10
G ood my Earl sit s o therw i se th an here
Clare B ut G i ffard on e mi ght thi n k th at th ou
wert str an ge
.
,
.
,
,
,
Just
l an de d on the se sh o re s to que sti on th us
Thi s m
ak e we m
erry ch ase
o rn i n g c erte s m
B u ki g/ m M ak e we ? Wh o s we m
y l o rd ?
The k i n g for sooth
B ucki gk m The k i n g? Not Wi ll i am D uk e o f
N or m
an dy ;
Not th at sam
e d uke th a t o l y stripli n g b oy
Who r ode vict o ri o u s at V ar av i ll e
W ho dr o ve a r o uted feld a t V al es du n e s
Who c ut a path for N o rm
an s up the h i ll
Where H ar ol d ral lied with his de sper a t e c a rl e s
No t un l i ke H aro l d is thi s Hereward
Or m
ore re se m
b l i n g himo f N o oway
H a d aade c a ll e d fl at vi saged br oad o fb a ck
Who kil l ed a l i on with his n ak ed h an d s
sel f the grea t white be a r )
(As Hereward hi m
A fe a r l e ss l e ader l oved b y a ll his m
en ;
An d Wi ll ia mk n o w s it
Ay to m
o rr o w m
or n
He l l h un t — n ot b oars but S axon w olve s
I kn ow him
l oo Nay he ll h un t a l on e un le ss
He pro mi se s go o d p orti on ofthe sp oi l
B u ki g/ ne Sir
m
n
u
a
re
lie
e
a
sw o r n
o
g
y
Whe Willi amb i d s
.
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.
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W illi am o f No rm andy
I I
eed s must go —ifyo u do h on our oath s
l oo Ay sw orn to servi c e n ot to sl avery ;
T he l abourer is wo rthy o fhis hire
N folk B ut Gifl ard I pr o te st
Th e ki n g
hi m
self
H ath ordered th i s asse mblage— here to b e
A h un t a fe a st — where a t th o u art a w are
I sh a ll ren ew re q ue st for ro yal fa v our
To gr c e m
ma
y su i t t o E m
k
D
a kl
t
u
i
n ow
m
Th
d
t
o
B
c
k
/
2a
l
e
o
u
os
y
g
(
)
Twere b etter fo the stre n gth o fba ro n age
I f Wi lli amfav ou re d th i s an d kn o we st too
Th at n ever mor e a uspi c i o us h o ur be fell
For m
y re q ue st
t
T
/
ze wkole com
p y ) N 0 w ord ofw a r fare n ow
o
(
es
Let Herew ar d p l un der— tis but S a on h o m
He dev astate s Who c a re s ? An other week
The k i g c n p un i sh him
E u ki gk m
An d N o rm
an m
en
He kil l s ! Who c a re s ? I n so oth it be a rs a l ook
T h at N or fol k h ath o n e th ought Well bri n g thy
maid
Twere sh ame to b aul k thee n ow to c at c h thee
b a ck
Th y fi n gers on the d o wer ! B ut bri n g thy maid
To Ely she sh al l be the b a tt l e q uee n
Warwick Here c om
e s the ki n g
Y ou
n
.
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W ill i am o f No rm andy
12
Williama nd
E n ter R ,
R ufi t s,
a
koy
ffou rteen
o
,
kotlc dressedfor tlze k u n t
.
William
G oo d morro w
n
A
e
n era lf
a
lli
k
a ck
g
g
(
for
the h un t
a n d obeisa nce
.
)
Al re a dy met ? Wh a t h ave I k ept you w aitin g?
Cl e De l a y is sweet when it mea n s sweet
rew a rd
IVilli m(l ugki g) As ever G ilbert br e a ki n g
fast with sweet s
,
ar
.
.
/
a
n
a
Cl
.
,
,
n
uf
a tron isingly
pp
u
p
i
R
s
g
(
cla
are
)
’
slzoulaer
S o ho !
.
m
Sir
th ou ride to d a y ?
R ufus (blu tly) Ahe a d
H un ts
tkt
on
D o st
an I
-
n
a
of
.
thee I trow
,
I
.
lay
wager
T ha t I sh all slay m
y b oa r ere th o u a rt b re a thed
.
nera l la ugkter
e
G
[
Wa rwick (pa tting
thee
VWllia
,
R ufu s
on
lkc back)
b oy !
m(
su dden
G iffard !
seeing
ly
S o in
B u cking/ta
.
I ll tru st
’
.
m)
.
Wh a t
tee l ?
s
mi g f
My liege h e a r n ot
his p an i c w ord s
Tis n aught
ay
an m
Wi lliam No t he ar ! B y he a ve n a m
t al k I ll hear !
m My liege th e S ax on Herew ard
B ucki g/m
n owj o i n ed
N orfolk
(
co
n
w ard)
or
.
,
’
.
.
.
,
’
n
.
,
,
W illi am o f No rm andy
I
B y th t i gr te u faith f l Earl Mo ke e
I s l a te l y mki g hold to sa l l y f rth ;
a
n
a
a
u
n
,
r
r
3
,
o
n
taki n g pro fit ofan a rt o fthi n e
I s l a yi n g w a ste the c o un try south fr o mEly
a n sol diers sta rve an d fight a t l oss
Our N o r m
ut i n e a d de sert
Ou S a on soldiers m
My lo rd t ak e th o u ght ! give Herew a rd the forc e
Th a t H ar ol d h a d an d Lo n d on town some
n i ght
Willi m I n c a r n ate Go d ! H av e the y fo rgotte n
Yo r k
o w fet c h m
tt
Here
f
e
l
l
m
a
i
l
T
n
a
e
d
an
t
o
y
(
)
My l ord s thi s fe ast
erri m
en t we do p ostpo n e T od a y
Ofm
We m
arch on Ely
o
u
l
If m
lie
e
w
d he a r
N orf lk
g
y
I f th at a doubl e suito r— to his ki n g
i ght be h eard
on a r c h s v a ssa l— m
An d to th a t m
IVilli m(la uglzi g udely ) I f th a t h e m
i ght b e
he a rd ! He sh all n ot be !
sir l et s he a r o fdeed s in a r m
t
ern l
N
a
t
S
O
s
Ely
y
)
(
Let s he a r thy b a ttl e ax e sp l i t Herew a rd s he l m
en !
N 0 n ot a word !
Let s hear by he a ve n o fm
Go get thee i n t o h a rn e ss ; an d you too
C oun t Taillebo i s G i l bert C lare wit h a ll you r
An d,
,
.
,
r
n
x
,
a
.
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n
,
,
.
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.
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.
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/
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r
n
.
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,
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’
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,
,
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m
,
,
en ,
Foll owEarl
N or fo lk
,
to
th e bridge t he re me et
W illi am o f No rm andy
14
r l B uckin gh amwho fo rms our m
en
Ea
,
N orfolk ,
x eu n t
E
[
Cl
are,
ufus) Go in ,
o
R
T
(
.
.
ch
.
an d
,
te ll th e st ab l e
,
ou
o
a
.
R ufus
m
my I g with y
t y et m
yb y
Wi llia m No
R ufus (petu la n tly)
As b ig as Warwi c k ther e
.
mar
.
my b
An d
R ufi t s
ucking/
1a
o y, an d
m
s
r
oo
g
The h un t is o ff
.
L
B
for
o
.
Oh,
?
f t h er ! I mgr ow
a
a
n
D ost he a r ? Go in !
N a y I w i l l go with you to Ely
,
.
Pra y !
Willia m(stern ly) No t yet I say ! Go to t h y
E
x it R uf
us sulkil
mother chil d
[
y R
,
.
.
,
,
My lord o fWa rw i ck
.
ther you y our thegn s
i dla n d sh i re s l e st spre ad
An d wi sely w a t c h the m
T h i s fever o fthe fen fr ome a st to we st
Warwick My l i e ge our p urp o se sh all b e on ly
pe ac e
,
ga
,
.
.
,
.
/Villia
I
[
ml
ooks
fu ll
lVillia
m Wh a t
.
,
lzirn k alf—
distrust
tlzen , tu rn in g,
Odo
/
fter
a
a n d I vo
in
sudden l
y
sees
close con versa tion
r
ti l l ?
I vo ! Lu k i n g s
’
Tis
h aste ;
Thy own d omai n is n e ar e n ough for peri l
H ow i f it feed som
e sprea di n g S a o n fire ?
fo r
x
.
ti me
W illi am o f No rm andy
My
Joe
.
l ord I h ave
,
lu st
no
to
I5
fi gh t t h e se
churl s
ak e haste whe n there is t a l k o fpri e
An d I ll m
Wlli m Si n ce whe n di dst th ou t urn sl ugg a rd
k n ave ? N 0 pri e
Sh all be for slugga r ds Would st th ou h e sit ate ?
,
’
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i
a
.
.
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’
.
orwa rd
l
i
am
sta rtsf
l
W
i
[
'
as
strike
if to
m
ki
a ngri
ly
,
I vo stan
.
mt
d im
al
os
s
~
pu den tly still
.
B y he ve I ll
I vo
a
.
n
’
t an d th at ! Th ere
is
n ot s
,
king
S h all mi sn ame I v o twice
no
Wi lliam(tku n ders)
G o d s sple n d our
’
.
,
m
an
H ol d thy u brid l ed t on gue i f th ou w ould st own
It yet an h our Th ou a rt m
an sw o rn
y l i e ge m
A d by m
y b l oo d th ou l t foll ow B uc k i n gh a m
An d k eep thy o th — o r l o se thy su l le n he ad !
N o tre a son ! Nor yet n o de l a y !
No w o rd
An d whether there b e an y ri ch rew ard s
For fai th fu l kn i ght s —th at we wil l n ot dis
c l o se
T i ll our good p l easu re Th o u u faith ful fo un d
Sh al t fi ght b y he a ve n an d n ot a r oo d o fl an d
Sh alt h ave as pri e No ti me fo p ardo n s n o w
Go e a r thy p a r do n with a wi ll i g sw o r d
b l i n gs to the kit c he n fol k
An d l e ave the se gr u m
’
n
,
-
.
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,
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[E x it [vo sullen ly
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16
W il l i am o f No rm andy
B rother
o Odo)
T
(
,
co
me q i kl y whe I e d f
u c
n
s n
t h ee
We sh a l l h ave n eed to t a l k O f go ver n m
en t
d
o pa ces
O
[
a tivel
y across
t/zen starts wken
R e-en ter I vo
Ah
I vo
.
,
b
.
[E x it R
mdit
e
or
tkc
.
m
roo
,
ke bea rs tbc door L
ca u tiou s
.
ly
.
i sh op ! Art th ou q uite al on e ?
q uit e
Y es,
Odo
.
!
I amn ot the B i sh o p of B ay e ux
I f I h ave n ot al re ad y guessed th y p urpose
D ost th ou
e Odo ?
I vo Th o u waitedst for m
thi n k
Th a t Wi lli amkn ow s m
y p urp o ses as t h ou ?
ere l y kn ew
Odo I did n ot say I w aited ; m
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The l ab o urer is w o rthy o fhis hire !
The k i n g goo d b i sh op go e s a fie l d for ga i n
t is a thi n g too l a r ge
Let s n o t say p l un der
Th i s k i n gd o mwhi c h so sati sfie s his greed
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A str e t c h of dre ary bog I te ll thee K e t
My wr ath grow s dai l y mo re un que n c h abl e
Whe n I do th i k wh a t l itt l e di ffere n c e
ma di n g p ower
Ofb i rth o fv al ou r of c o m
There re st s b et wee n u an d thi s duk e thi s k i n g
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Pr o tec t the groun d fromLi n col n to the sea
N o ere I go I si mp l y a k fair p a y
I f fi ght fo r p ay I must I ll fi ght go od fa ith
B ut Odo h a r k I h ave a w i ser pl an
B e fo re the ki g t ake s h orse he wi l l co n sign
I f I mi st ak e n ot E gl a n d s ru l e to thee
We ll the n I kn o w n ot Odo o f B a ye u
An d— Ea rl o f K e n t whe n tis c o n ve n ie n t
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Pr ofan e mi n e e ar s n o l o n ger with thy l usts
I vo B y c ock a b i sh o p n o w ! K i n d revere n d
pri e st
I f th ou wilt th us de n y thy self a e ar l
I c ra ve as gi ft thy merry l an d of K e n t
Co me Odo come I s t l i ke th at o n e so q ui ck
T o fath omvi c e s h ath h i msel f n e er wet
H is p ure white fi ger s in the t asty b ro th ?
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Whe n th o u a t gr o w n o t valou ous in w a r ?
Th i s b a tt l e is his God se n t t o urn me n t
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The c ourtiers all in gay c omp ari son
An d w ord s o fd oubt o fde fere n c e m
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Wr a th an d an o ath were w o rt h a th ousa n d suc h
Co st ce G ood father th an ks Tby d aughter
sh oul d h a ve k n o w n
I ll go cal l Ru fus str a ight
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Wh a t letter s Maud ?
Wh a t n ew s o fl itt l e He n ry o ur l ast pri e ?
M tilda B etter a d b etter y e t ; the l ad s so c lever
Th at th ough he is but fo ur they sc h ol a r him
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They spe ak u n st i n ted prai se I l a tely he ard
Fro mAn se l m who di re c t s o u He n ry s growth
Willia m B ra vo ! A pretty sch ol a r ? Then
B e au clerc
We l l ca l l him; tis a p rett y fa n c y M aud
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An ot h er ye a r Earl Warwi ck 1 sh all swi n g
Th i s a e as o n ly o n e can sw i n g it n ow
An d the good sir bew are o f R u fus wr a th !
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He swaggers o ver N o r man dy as th ough
He were a l ready d uk e a d squan ders gol d
A mo n g his l avi sh foll owers s th o ugh
The go l d were his An d I h ave he ard i t sa i d
The up start a d u n a tur l boy do th c all
Hi mse lf the duke do th c h all e ge me to w r !
B y he aven M ti l d a but he sh all be whipped !
M tild My lo d m
Thy e l de st son
y l o rd !
thy heir !
Wi lli m M u d th at c r oss a t ure d b oy h ath
wrun g my he art
I ste ad o ffo ll owi g his father s fo rt u e s
Th us l earn i n g how to govern whe I mgon e
I n ste d of l e di g aid in my l o g stri fe
T o settle here a l aw l e
folk t o rdai n
A go ver m
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T 0 stre gthe n G od s fo u dat i on o fthe c h urch
I n ste d o fpro m
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A ll c ovet an d e ac h si e e s wh t he d a re s
Wo ul d I c o ul d tru st eve n m
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My l o rd h ath don e i n j u t i c e to m
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p l u n der merely For a b o n e to throw
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P o pe
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My c o n q ue st c o secrated th a t it m
M ak e N or man spits revolve more merrily ?
Did th ose grave e l ders fro mthe l an d s gemOt
Pre se n t me with the c r own for Se n l ac fi ght
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Sh all be pro hi bited
My l o rd I b eg
Odo
H ow c an o n e b o un d drive an u n r ul y h or se ?
IVilli m I f th at his spee c h b e c l ever there s a
w ay
man d s
Odo My l ord I c an n o t b ut obey c o m
As ever I sh all strive to serve thee wel l
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I f the p oo r wret c h did n ot give pl ac e to him
An d l et himride as gr o o mga i n st Herew ard
R ufi s An d so I w ou l d !
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ss
.
sses
n
.
,
sses zer
.
,
,
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.
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RTAI N
.
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AC T
SC
m tk l t
m
p
N m
mll mtk l
m
e!
On e
P lace !
or
Ti
on
a
roo
Abou t
a
s
an d
e
,
ta ble
N orfolk
ta ble
l
.
e
.
.
.
.
at
B ra n don ,
f I vo
zeadou arters o
a re sea ted
.
Ta illebois
.
I vo, Gilbert
mp
cups a n d
Wi n e—
a
A
E ly
n ear
Cl
a re,
s a re on
tlze
drin kin g is very lzglzt
.
Wh a t m
ak e
I vo
1
.
a er
ca
an
EN E
II
you
with th ose plan s
I k n ow
the ro ads
A d k o w there is n o o ther way b ut Ald eth
I f t ha t s the
Cla e We ve fai l ed there twice
on l y way
i ght as we l l re si gn the e terpri e
We m
an a b etter w a y th a n m
ap m
a rk e d
I vo Nay m
w ys
I s b ut to w ait
N f lk We c a n n o t starve the mo ut
Th ousan ds o ffi sh ab o un d in every back
e for wi shi g
o wl c o m
An d m
arshf
N o—n ot sta rve
I vo
n
n
r
r
.
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,
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,
a
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or o
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,
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.
30
.
W i ll i am o f No rm andy
(witlz
B ut b uy !
a
Th at
la uglz)
is,
sir
3
1
k n ight we
,
ee mto buy
H ath it n ot b ee n we l l don e b e fore ? Why thi n k
Sw ey n with his br other Asb iorn is sai l ed
C on te n t to sit i D e n ma rk E dw i n s dead
uc h but f i n t he a rt thre a t s
M rke e was n ever m
Th a t le ave s the mbut the B i sh o p Aethelwin e
Youn g Siw ard B ar n an d Hereward the Wake
Thi n k how the i r stre n gth h ath dwi n d l ed Yet a
mon th
An d we sh all h ave it a ll
Not whi l e thi s Wake
He is the i r an i mati g he art
Run s la ge
ust c a pt ure
T is he th a t we m
The n let s study
ay e sc a pe ? P o es
T o see k o ut by wha t w y he m
(
s
.
!
,
,
’
n
o
a
r
-
.
,
,
.
.
.
r
n
.
’
.
’
,
a
mp )
over
a
.
(pus/t ing
Jvo
r
kis
back)
ck air
.
I kn o w t h e
c ou try man its l e ats an d bac ks
Fr omCambrid ge e a st to Li dsey he must go
N orth we st to B u eswold— an d go by b oat
n
,
,
n
r n
-
Cl
a re
(
still
w a y— al o
poring
over
mp )
a
.
.
Why
n ot
thi s
g the R e c h dy k e here ?
I vo Why n ot ? Why m
an
our se n trie s sta n d
so c l o se
They he a r e ach o th e r bre ath e
But by th a t p a th
Cla e
.
n
-
,
,
.
r
.
,
3
W illi am o f No rm andy
2
Al on g thi s dyk e did Herew a rd e scape
When l i k e a p otter pe ddl i n g w re s he cam
e
A d fa c e d the k i g a d spie d o u t a ll our w ay s
a marsh b re d ee l is
N folk Ay I o
Herew ard
f th at day
an k o w s yet ho w he slipped o f
No m
ap s ! I k n o w the l a d
I vo M o re p o u p on y o u r m
u st e s ape wh ate er we do
An d i f he m
Why wh t s the w o rth o fp l a s Let Herew a r d go ;
I me an to c t c h th at wit c h his wi fe To f ida
Who by her i n c t a t i o s threw o u h ost
I n t o the sl o ugh at Ald eth Witc h she is
She le arn ed her bl a k art s f o mthe dame Richilda
The so rcere ss q uee n a t B al dwi n s Fl e mi sh court
N o f lk W h at wi l t th o u wed a w i t c h ?
Wed m
a
? Fo rbid
e an to wed
Nay Lu c i a s the l a s I m
You g E dwi n s si ter
Edwi n i is de ad
I had forgo t We ll the it come s to thi s
Jo
H is si ster whi l e his he ad an d he were o n e (L ugl s
,
,
a
n
n
n
or
.
v
,
.
,
n
.
x
.
n
’
c
,
’
a
,
,
n
a
r r
,
an
n
,
r
r
.
c
r
,
’
.
r o
,
.
n
,
’
s
,
’
n
s
,
.
,
e
.
n,
,
.
.
s r,
!
.
a
z
fi ebly )
.
As for the
Cl
a re
.
witc h T o f ida she sh all bur
To f id b u r n ! Th i n k wh a t the k i n g wil l
r r
rr
n
,
.
a
say
Tw as thy fal e c o u se l I vo to c o sul t
Th at h ooked c hi n ed hag of B ran do yet the ki n g
’
s
-
n
n
,
,
n
n,
W illi am o f No rm andy
33
Felt si n ful w h e n she fai l ed to burn Torfrida
A C hri sti an l a dy who i n v ok ed t h e sa i n t s
Were n ot to e pi ate a c ri m
e ofwhich
The k i n g alrea dy is a sh amed
,
,
x
.
B ah,
He ll gran t it
’
so on
e n ough
o wkistles
I
v
[
m
an
I f n o t—w h y the n
.
,
sign
ifican tly
an d
twitclzes
lt is beard
.
N orfolk An d
.
so
th ou h a st
no
Merc i a n la n d ?
t h ough t
of
Th ought s had I I will gr a n t
H e re a re t h e m
a ps
S e t E n gl an d in two b ar o n ie s m
y l o rd s
On e b ar on y for N or fol k on e fo r I vo
The ki n g a d al l his e arl s wil l t ake wh a t s le ft
I vo
.
,
.
,
,
,
’
n
.
L
a ugks kearti
[
ly
.
B ut thi
twere w iser first o fa ll
To c a rry o ut o ur p urp o se here t o i ght !
e b etter p oi n t th an Aldreth
To hit u p on so m
Fo t aki n g E ly I sle to fi n d the c o u r se
Whi c h Herew ar d wi ll fo l l o w i f h e flee s ?
N rfolk Shrewd Cl are ! B ut wh at in Ethelreda s
n am
e
Clare Yon de r c ome s aged Bucki n gh a m—pe r
c h an c e
A fi fth wi l l fi n d t he qu i n t e sse n ti al c l u e
I vo N a y he has n ew s I re a d it in his stri de
nk
you
n ot
’
n
r
,
’
o
,
.
.
.
.
,
.
W illi am o f No rm andy
34
.
E n ter B ucking/ta
B
ucking/
ta
Wel l
m(
seein g
h av e
,
mp
a
fo
yo u
mR
,
.
an d con cea ling lt is k aste
)
.
un d a w ay —An oth er
witc h
(slyly ) Not y et but
Clare
witc h
C anst fetch us on e —a goo d
(try ing to
I vo
I vo yearn eth for
,
.
a void
,
tlze k it,
fi re
-
at
a
fami he d witch
s
wbick a ll la uglz)
.
C ome t h ou art b urst i g with th y me sages
Wh a t ew s ? Sp e ak m
W ell while u w ea ri e d c oun ts
B ki g/ m
I vok e old witch e to per fo rm ew tricks
I brie f goo d irs w h ile you it pu li g her e
e si ll y pl a ?
I
Y ou h a ve som
B ki gk m( littl i d lg tly ) No p l a
my
n
,
n
uc
an
,
2a
n
s
.
n
,
.
n
s
n
h
s
,
s
,
zz
n
n
vo
.
uc
,
n
e
a
a
n
u
en
n,
.
child
T he t h i n g s ac c omp li she d d on e ! Ely is ours !
N orfolk Alr e a dy ?
B ucki gkam N ow
t h i s n igh t An d I am
c ome
To bid yo u j oi n t h e ki n g
I n Ely Ch urc h
a ss to n i gh t
H e go e s to m
Im
po ssible !
I vo (sp ri gi g up )
I
vo ru sbes out R
Then aft e r H er ew a rd
[
An d H ere ward s witc h !
’
,
.
n
.
.
-
.
.
n
n
.
,
.
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.
W illi am Of No rm andy
6
3
S CE N E
m
Ti
Sa
e
an d
.
m
e
.
mm
An open
P lace
2
on
co
water, L ;
tlze
on
mi
nster
in tbc backgrou n d, R
.
f E ly Trees
o
f E ly just visible
tke isle
o
.
I n tbc n ear backgrou nd,
a re a f
ew rude skelters
f tbc trees
Occasion ally fi gu res pass fromon e to a n otker
iddle foregrou n d is a dy ing fi re wkere
I n tbc m
e supp er ka s eviden tly been cooked
Arou n d
som
at
edge o
tbc
,
.
.
,
it
wl
doz en
p
Gwenoclz, T/zu rkill
s ra
a
or
an d
,
S oon
fter
tke
a
two
or
so
cu rta in rises,
.
m
en ,
a
m
tlze
on
Osric
.
lzglzts begi n to skin e in
tk ree kouses in tke direction
As tke cu rtain ri ses a ckeer goes up
Well
mg
f E ly
o
.
.
Th e se wer e l on g
n i ght s go o d Ost D an e with o u t t h y c he e ry son g
Tku kill Ay an d c old n i gh t s with out t h ee
k
n
d
a
le
s
i
o
o
g
Gwen oclz
.
sun g,
Osric !
-
,
,
r
,
.
-
.
,
.
f
i
e p a ts lea tkern bottle
[
drin k
.
an d
P asses bottle
takes
on
to
a
long
Osric,
wko, after drin king, ba n ds it
Gwen oclz
.
Gwenoclz E
.
to
mp t y ! Th u arl e t c op ! I d p rick
o
v
s
’
W il li am o f No rm andy
37
the e wit h my br ai n b iter but for th e goo d ale th a t
would be sp ilt out ofthee an d w a sted
l u kill Wa ste d withi n him un le ss he p a y
wit h a son g
Gwe cl True sp ok e n Thurkill
An other
so n g Osric to pa y f
or le a ve t o b e a K e st e ve n
-
.
r
.
.
z
no
.
,
,
,
hog
.
N a y an I si n g you a brave brav e son g
will you give me th a t leave—how is it t he mon k s
—ia perpet uum in aeterum
say
Gwenock Ye a an th ou si n g us a br a ve b r a v e
ay st gr un t to etern it y
so n g t h ou m
Tku rkill Nay he ll do t h a t le astw a y s wit h o ut
le ave
Osric (sings) S h on e l ike t h e sun
As it se t s on t h e wh a le p a t h
B ri ghtly t h e shi el d s
An d the sp e a r s an d t he b yrn i e s
en the d a ri n g
OfDan em
T h a t drew fr omt h e N o rth
Ga thered b y Guthrum
an
The gol d frie n d o fm
The y ro wed up th e rivers
e a d st e ad s
R a va ge d th e m
Pl un dered t h e pe opl e
P ut t he mto fli ght
S pak e [Elfred t he E t helin g
Osric
.
,
,
,
,
.
,
,
’
.
,
’
,
.
,
.
-
,
,
,
,
-
.
,
-
,
,
.
,
W illi am o f No rm an dy
8
3
Ab l
e in sp e aki g
B r av e in the b a ttl e
I b e a ri g f l l ki gly
n
,
,
n
n
Are
n
u
,
We ssex m
en
en w om
-
we a ry offi ghti n g?
Sh all n ot t he kee n sword edge
The scather ofwarcrews
Th a t fou ght for our fath er s
Fa r fame d in our si n gi n g
S mite n ow the se Dan em
en
S ave u s o ur h oa rd s
War on the he a t h en
Win Wi n ch e st e r b a ck
To
-
,
,
,
-
,
,
,
,
u rin g tbc sin ging of tke la st few lin es
D
[
H ereward lzas co e in fro tbc R
m
m
a n d stood
listen ing
Osric
.
sto s
p
p tly an d tlze S ax on s jum
p up
esforwa rd
as E erewa rd com
a bru
,
'
.
I
ward Wh a t !
fire
.
S otted
l a te h our
e Gwen och
For sh am
,
Gwen oclz (a little surly)
.
an d
b awli n g a t t h i s
Come Ma ter H e re ward
,
s
,
y e a r s si n c e I was ofth y gan g
i sed H erluin
When w e st ol e Pet e r s pe n ce an d p ro m
To c o m
e a ga i n an d burn the Golde n B orough
H ast t h ou forgott e n our goo d fe ll ow ship ?
C ome t ast e some musty ale
’
Tis n ot ten
,
’
.
,
.
W illi am o f No rm andy
39
N a y Gwen och pe a c e
Twere w ell to thi n k ofothe r thi n g s t o n ight
s yo u will n ot foll ow us
B ut i f as see m
en
Why th en dri n k h er e We are fre e En gli sh m
Fre e k n i ght s to c h oose wh at p at h we li k e Or go
on k s i f you thi n k b e st
An d j o i n the trait o r m
I li urkill (taking up a battle a x e) Wh a t t ra it or
mon k s
No n ee d for t h a t j ust y e t
l urkill T he re s n e e d i f an y t h r e a t e n to de se rt
Wh a t a r e th e se tra it or m
on k s ?
Al as I fe a r
The m
o n k s h a v e so ld th e m
selve s sa lvi n g th e ir sin
B y pre c i ous a rg ume n t h ave b artered all
Y ou Gwen oc h Siw a rd m
e an d Ely t o w n
e K in g
Gwen ock Wh a t for c e can overc om
Wi ll i ams guile ?
T wice d i d we see himfail at Aldreth marsh
B ut w h a t are t h ou sa n d failure s to a m
an
Th a t set s his hea rt to win
Sta rk m
an he is
An d cruel
Om
y l o rd n ever y ield to him
Gwen ock Wh a t can we do but y i e ld ?
Yield ? N ev e r m
an
H ere wa d
No Gwen oc h t h a t were n idde ri n g ! Mo rk ere
I s gon e an d E d wi n is for e d o n e to d e a t h
f an d lEthelwin e
K i n g Swey n h a t h be e n bought Of
H ereward
,
.
.
,
’
.
,
,
,
,
.
,
,
.
,
.
-
.
.
’
.
.
,
,
,
,
,
,
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,
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’
,
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,
.
r
,
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,
,
,
W illi am o f No rm andy
0
4
ch amb e r moan i n g pit e ousl y
An d m
um
b l i n g L a ti n j a r go n — which wi l l say
I bi sh op th ough boun d by n o sec ul ar law
Must we l l c o n si der wh a t t h e p o pe m
ay do
T h a t is wh at Wi lli amsay s t h e p ope may do
Wh ic h m
e an s were it n ot sa fer for m
y li fe
T o j o i n th e m
e Wi l li amin ?
on k s an d we l c o m
B ah ! n idderin g a ll ! Eac h cra ven like t h e rest !
S o Gwen o ch a rt t h ou n e xt ? Art n idd e ri n g?
Gwe o k Wh a t can we do m
y l o rd ?
Go arm ere d awn
We sh a l l h a v e n e ed to fi ght
Sits in
his
,
,
!
,
,
,
,
,
”
,
,
n
c
.
,
.
s
[Confi esion wkile tlzey get tkeirza rm
.
E n ter Toryi ida kastily, R
My l o rd
T h e ki n g is h ere
.
All is l o st !
in E ly
fi erewa rd Not
,
yet th e se
.
t he Fre n c h !
li sh live s
En g
.
We c an
but
fly
.
fl y ! T h i n k ofth e c h ild E sc ap e
G il be rt ofCl are c a me r udely in — the mon k s
C urst traitors sat a t t h eir l a te rep ast— I li ste n e d
At t h e d oor
C ome S a on d ogs he sh outed ;
l
T he ki n g is in th e mi n st e r T h e sack b egi n s
Se e th e r e ! (P oin ti g towa ds E ly )
en sa fel y out
Le t s get th e w om
Oh,
,
,
”
x
,
,
H
”
.
r
n
.
’
.
W illi am o f No rm andy
4
1
t a y were b ut to offer t h e mas ga me
For Fre n c h br u t alit y
f to the m
ar sh
Of
We can e sca p e to B run eswold an d th en
Wh a t say yo u to th e go od gree n w o o d ?
Gwen oc/
M y l ord
Tis sa i d the k i g to k ee p som
e fri gh t ful oa th
Will c ri p pl e a ll his ca p tive s
Oh the n speed !
Gwen oc h surre n der were far w o r se t h an fli gh t
He ew d We l l spo k en l o ve
Mak e re a d y
men for flight
Thurkill an d Gwen oc h bri n g th e w o m
e n d ow n
To
s
.
,
z
,
.
’
n
,
,
.
,
,
.
,
.
r
ar
.
.
,
.
,
.
,
x eu n t
E
[
H a st
,
a ll
bu t H ereward a n d Torfrida
.
th ou t h e c h ild in sa fet y
Ye a m
y l o rd
T h ere by th a t tree in trusty Gytha s a rms
e l ove to the b oat
H ereward C om
,
’
.
,
.
.
,
,
a kes ilze
T
[
clzild
back fon dly
in kis
at
s a nd
looks
tbc bu rn ing town
T he r e
CU R TAI N
m
ar
.
is n o
o
.
t he r w ay t
4
W illi am of No rm andy
2
S CE N E 3
Ti
m
.
T wo days later tlt an S cen e
e
mi
R oo
P lace !
On k is
B u ckin g/t a
m
a n a cled
sta n din g,
m
,
ff
ou r
o
da is at
on e en d
.
.
m g tk
m m
on
a
N or
m
B efore lzi
a re
twelve S ax on s,
in tlze cka rge
a
Wi lliam
.
I vo Ta illebois, N orfolk,
Cl
an d
.
E ly
o
a bbot s ck air on
gkt,
rt
f
a bbe
y
’
in tlze
seated
tlze
n
2
er
n
Tku rkill,
—
en a t ar
an
-
stan d
m
s
.
Wi lliam Are t he se th e l a st ?
.
m
m
The l ast t ha t o pe n ly
As to re belli o n pled ged wit h st ood o ur a r m
s;
e h un dred s who defied
B ut there are y et so m
Whi l e still t he g a te s were c l o sed the r oy al power
i n e l a te r
lVilliam Th ose we ll e a m
en
(S ter ly to tbc S ax on s) S axon m
Y e k n ow n o d o ubt w h at h appe n ed to y our kin
Ye kn ew n o d oub t or e v e r y e re b elled
Wh at c o urse w ould c om
e as certa i n as t he sun
e small e c use
C an an y ofyo u give so m
Why y e sh o ul d thu s h a ve se rve d an ou tlawed m
an
An d m
ock ed y o ur sovere i gn p ower ?
Yb u kill (p oudly )
We k n ew n o ri ght
S a v e th a t th ou took st by guile fr omo ur true
ma st e r s
B ucking/
,
.
,
,
.
,
’
/
x
.
n
.
,
,
,
.
x
r
r
.
’
,
W illi am o f No rm an dy
44
there a m
o n g t h e mo n e
Who fo r his birt h o r som
e outstan di n g cri me
Deserve s e spe cia l n oti c e ?
B ucki gh m
I kn ow n ot
N orf lk There is m
e of
y l ord on e ofthe n a m
H ar ol d
Is
n
o
a
.
.
,
.
Willia m No t
Go dwin son ?
.
Nay,
my liege a ch url
n ay,
,
l o wly st a te the wick ede st
Th at e er swun g re bel a e B e fo re thi s si eg e
He was a c on sta n t weed o fd i scon te n t
I f Herew ard h ath e sca ped h ere is the man
N e t to b e re ckon ed with
We ll q ue sti on him
l Vorf lk I h a v e himhe ld h ard by I ll bri n g him
str a ight
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a b rge th o e tha t h d ey es
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R e en ter lVorfolk,
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m t— m
m Th y a me i H ar ld ?
a
Willia
wit/z H arold tlte cku rl
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my liege
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ill
W illi am Of No rm andy
l l with such a n ame i n t o my h an d s
H arold Th at k o w I well b u t I h a d r a ther fa ll
I n to thy h an d s t h an gl ut th e b l oo d—thirst grip
Ofth ose two b ut c h e r c oun t s
T o fa
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o
n ting a t I vo
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an d
N orfolk
.
G ua rd well thy t o n gu e !
S a y n ought gai n st N or m
a n kn ights we ll n ot
’
forget
’
.
T he n I h av e n ough t
H a rold
.
t h e y are
to say ;
th e sum
Ofa ll m
y pla in t t h e c a u se o fm
y re b elli on
An d ifI sh a l l n o t h a ve a he a ri n g fair
T he righ t O f S axon free me n in the met
Why t h e n I can b ut tru st as o t h ers h ave
I n the pr o te c t i o n O f o ur p a tr on sai t
Wi lliam T h o u spea k e st wel l Th o u shalt h ave
he ari g fair
For we do h on o ur E dwa rd s law
B ut fir st
E a rl Ra l f the c h a rge
Wh a t h a t h he d on e ?
N orfolk I f his a l le gi an c e to thi s tr a it o r Wa ke
Were n ot e n o ugh a l on e — w h y go o d m
lie
e
g
y
He bath fo r two y ea rs broke n every he st
Th a t I an d I vo h ave made in t h e se p a rt s
H old (boldly) I lived in Waltheo fs d om
ain
n o t thi n e !
William I s th at the way o ffr ee m
e n in t he m
Ot
T o b urst in ere the ch a rg e is full y r ea d ?
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,
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W illi am o f No rm andy
rl Ra lf w h at he st s?
He w ould n ot gi ve
an
H is oa th b oun d se rvic e as m
y v a ssa l m
e ofw a r
No tithe s fr omhim n o h elp in ti m
PVilli m An d I vo ? Wh a t h a st th ou to ch a rge ?
T he sa m
e
Z oo
urderi n g
No se rvic e—an d sly t heft ; an d m
an s w
ho c h an c e d b y his gr a n g e
Ofan y N o r m
Twi c e o n suffi c i en t c ause ofthe ft an d bl ood
ade p ri son er an d twice e sc a pe d
Was he m
Wi lli m(t u i g to tke rest) D o th an y k n ow
thi s man ?
H old (quickly)
I can bri n g t hose
Wi l l com
purgati on st an d
kVillia m(l ngb ing)
E a rl N orfolk s pe er ?
H a old Well k n o w I th a t o ur Here wa rd wo uld
c ome
I f t h ere w e r e fait h t h at h e m
ig h t go a g a i n
N rfolk (witlz a sneer) My p ee r fo rsoot h
Ay th a t h e is The son
OfEa rl Le ofric is a pee r
Go
on ,
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C ome ma
C a n st th ou i formus t he
n,
,
Th y w o rd s ar e wild
Where H e r ewa rd h id e s ?
.
Willia m C an n o t
.
n
N a y, t h a t
or will n ot ?
,
I ca n n ot
C an n ot
,
on
n,
say
.
my at h
o
.
W illi am o f No rm andy
47
B ut ifth o u p ubli h it a br oa d he ll come
He i ot fa r—o fth a t be sure ; p ercha e
He ped dle s po t i Ely ow
M d c h url
I liked thy pee h —but t h y d ull mi d se e ms set
’
s
,
.
s n
nc
s n
n
.
a
s
c
n
a cel all thy ga i n ed a dvan t a ge s
Th ou mu st spe ak wel l ifth ou w ould st fa c e th e c harge
B rought b y t h e se e a rl s ; but spe ak th o u sh alt b y
To
c n
.
,
he e
A d i f we j dge t h ee cl e ared th ou h a l t go fr ee
H
ld I ca m
ak e o de i a l th a t I br ke
Th e l a ws o fN or f l k th a t I w ould ot erve
Eith e r with a r m o tithe th t whe C ou t I o
t
Se t m
e
a pt ure m
e I t wice e
a p ed
B ut good my liege I d d e y the t h e ft
A d in d e fe ce I a dd wh a t t h ey le ft ut
I was o m fN or fol k but o fWaltheofs
av n
n
u
aro
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r
a
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an o
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my l rd by y l w I k w
hima l e wed ervi e ; ther ef r e I
o
on
v
n
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An d to
n
n
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sc
o
,
n
To
o
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n
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n
s
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a
s
c
no
,
o
,
w ould n ot do th e b ests
Ofan y e a rl th a t c h a n ced to p a ss m
y gr an ge
I sl e w t h e offi c ers ofT a illebo i s too
Be ca use I kn e w t h e y h a d n o ri ght t o;me
I vo Tis fal se m
y lieg e ! H e sw ore in he a then j e st
To ha ve t h e ir bl ood
Norfolk (as if slzglztly bored) Wh y he a r th i s
l y in g chu rl ?
A
free bor S a
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W illi am o f No rm andy
Wi lliam Be c ause it
.
law
.
Go
on ,
churl
is
my h m r—
H ast t h ou m
ore
.
to
t he
an d
ou
u
say ?
B ut
this
I made n o heathen je st s I ama C hri sti an
I do ad mit I sw o re but b y the sai n t s
T o k i l l the m
urderer O f m
y child
T h y c h ild ?
H old Ay n othi n g le ss Thi s I vo c oun t on
rai d
Espie d m
y on ly d a ughter by t h e r oa d
An d h a d her c r ue ll y b oun d b ehi n d a gr oom
Fo r wh a t fel l p urp o se a n y o n e m
ay gu e ss
Then l a ter whe n S ai n t E the l red a se n t
The Wak e up on his tra ck an d Ivo fled
They c ut the ro pe s th a t boun d my h alf de a d girl
T o give the ml i ghter wei ght an d c ast her O f
f
Whe n Herewar d pi cke d her up her l i fe was gon e
Willi m(tu ingfi ercely o I vo) I s thi s so ?
My l i ege amI on tri al ?
Wi lli m Th ou darest n ot de n y it ? C ert ai n l y
a de good de fe n c e
T h i s c h url un favo ured h a t h m
B ucki g/ m My l i e ge thy p a rd o n b ut thi s
H arol d still
S t a n ds c u l p able for his rebelli on p r oved
uc h p r ov ok ed
He
Willi m Tr ue true ; but m
sh all go fre e
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Provided h e can p ay his ran somge ld
H a old My gra c i ou s liege whe n t h ou did st
fo rc e the mon ks
B eca use the i r seven hu n dred p oun d s we i ghe d light
T o pay three h un dred m
o re I ga ve m
y al l ;
I c an o t p ay a pe n n y
H o l d himthe n
Perch a ce he may r e ca ll where Her ew ard is
ati on give
An d i f he c an true in for m
He sh all go free
Sh all I t ak e c h arge o fhim?
s l
H
ld (tk owi g l im
f l is k es) My lie ge
n ay r ather sl ughter m
e o u tri ght !
an
Oh w o ul d S ai n t E the l red stri k e th i s m
As she str uck R o ger Pi co t an d Gerv ase !
Willia m St a y ch url wh a t kn o we st th ou oft h i s
Wh a t k o w
H ast th ou n o t he ard how the good sa i n t came d own
An d c hasti ed th o se who fo ul l y slew h er m
on k s ?
Ca me w i th her si ster sa i n t s an d st a b bed to the hea rt
Th ose sac ri l e gi ou s fie n d s H ow the same n i ght
Whe n Wi ll i amo fWa rre n n e c ried o ut in dea th
H is l a dy saw the de m
o n s sei e his so ul
An d se n t a h un dred shil l i n gs to the ch u rc h
asse s to redee mher l o rd
To pay for m
Wh ich u n ble st c oi n the ab bo t w ould n ot t ouc h ?
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a ro
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ooks a roun d un easi
ly
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0
H
rold p oin ts
a
(
l oo) An d
at
my th e a me fa te
a
s
an !
tri ke t ha t c ru e l m
i
t
e
n ow as I ca m
n I saw a crew
u
s
J
The l ast p le ase God th a t r ows fromhimto d ay
ad
e weepi n g ot h ers m
A gh a stl y cre w! som
e recitin g ge n tly Scri p tur a l che e r
An d som
S om
e row ed but where t h e y r ow e d t h ey sca rcel y
k n ew
For he put out th e ir e y es ; an d t h ose wit h e y e s
T he y c ould n ot row—he h a d cut Off t he ir h an d s
Wi lliam(un easily ) N a y H a rold w e h ave he ard
en ough ofthi s
T a k e himout B ucki n gh a m
T o p ri son sir e ?
B ucking/ m
William N ay let himgo—go free
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a rold
[
sta rts
if to tka n k
Wi llia mwaves kim
s eak,
p
to
tke king, but
way
were
a
m
i patien tly ,
an
B uckinglza
Willia m Ay
,
.
ree !
f
il
ev
as
mt
al
os
kc
i
.
E x it
pp arition
a
mwilk
f
as
H arold,
C
.
My l o rd ! Not free ?
Did st he ar irrevere n t
,
,
an ?
r e ckle ss m
C lare h ad st t h ou n ot he a rd aught ofPicot s de at h
Cla e N a y I h ea rd ru mours but I h a d n o
ti me
To m
ak e t he mtrue or n ot Tis t e rrible !
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W illi am of No rm andy
2
5
SC
m
m
Ti
rce
e
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IVillza
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cha
mb
er
to
bu n tin g
u
a,
s,
a udien ce~
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fi
an d
ngers a
e
Wi llia m Co m
,
.
eac z n
s
mll
kin d ofs
R e n a rd ,
on s an ce,
ressed
u cs a re
an
on s a n ce
R en ard squ ats on tke
roider
tlze fi re
s
a
a
.
mb
p riva te
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a
,
a
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e
m
.
mM tild R fu C t
d
Willi m d R fi
M tild i t l i g C t
l/Villia
R en a rd
and
for
.
.
day s la ter tkan S cen e 3
lVin clzester,
P lace
EN E 4
a
rug
before
viol
.
y et a n oth e r so n g— the
son g
T h a t tell s h w Rol a d blew up o hi h or
ag e
A d c a l led t hi a i d the h t O f C h a r l e m
n
o
s
o
n
n
n otes on
.
n
os
R
en a rd gets
[
M a tilda An d t he n
s
p
u
n
a n d strikes on e or
.
two
kis viol
.
the fight a t
R on cevals !
My
l or d
When sh all we h a ve an en d o fbl oo d an d w ar ?
W ilia m Whe n all o fu s a re Lan fran cs
R en d N a y m
y l iege I can te ll you whe n we
sh a ll h av e an en d o f bl oo d an d war
IVilli m We l l wi sd o m whe n ?
R en d Why whe n th o u an d I be de a d
PVilli m Wh a t will t h a t say ?
R en ard Why m
y l o rd we be i n g d ea d b urie d
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53
e to he ave n we sh ll c e rt es h ave an en d
fo r bl o od an d w a r a re of thi s w o rld o ut o f wh ich
we b e i g de ad sh all with out do ub t b e V ide l i c e t
Wi lli m Not so fast Th ou thi n k e st to e a r n a
pen n y by th y wit but sh all we n ot h ave w ar wh e n
we a re d e a d beca u se we who stri ve to k ee p th e
pea ce a re gon e ?
Re
d No t w e but o ur heirs
Yet n ot ours
ei ther ; for I amre sol ved to lea ve so m
an y he irs
an d so l ittle i n h erit a n c e t h a t twil l n o t be w o rt h t he
fi ghtin g for
Willia m(l gbi g)
Here is th y pe n n y I
had give n t h ee two b u t th a t I fe a red to sw e ll t he
i n herita ce of thy p osterity
R e rd N a y n o fe a r 0 th at
I h av e l on g
si n ce sq uan dered m
o r e t h a n I sh a ll ever get e re I
c o me to mak e thy wi l l
Wi lli m lily wil l ? Wh a t d o e s t he foo l m
ean
an d
n
o
g
a
,
,
n
,
a
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n ar
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a
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w
no
Faith sire is n ot th y will m
i n e ? An
I do n ot thy b iddi n g I amthe first N or m
a n with
t h a t advan t age
Wi lliam(tk owing kima purse) A cro wd o f
pe n i e s for th a t ! B ut M aud i f n ot of Rol an d
th e n wh at son g?
e—a
M atilda N a y l e t u s h ave a d a i n t y ri m
l ay ofCarc asson n e
R en ard
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54
th at t od ay my l ove
Tis sc arc e a week si n c e Herew a rd s Proven ge
d ame
p a t Aldreth
T orfrida st ood b e h i n d the c a m
s
An d c a l l e d the sa i n t s perd i ti on on o ur a r m
I lik e n o t th at—for in a dre amI saw
St Ethe lr e d a st an di n g on a h i ll
et e d o ut
I t old thee wh a t dir e de ath she m
T O Pi c o t an d G erv a se
n o sw o rd she h a d
B ut with a l a n ci n g fu ry l ooked —an d sudde n
Th ough she st ood t h er e an d se e m
e d h ersel f to
spe ak
T he w ord s wer e H ar old s (t h e c h url I t old t h ee of)
An d sl o w l y terribly an d t h r e e ti m
e s sp oke n
S ome r owed but wh e re the y r owed the y scarc el y
kn ew
For he put out t h eir e y e s an d th ose with e y e s
They c ould n ot row—he h a d c ut o ff t h eir h an d s
An d th e n a v oic e th a t soun ded like the wi n d
Far ofl b ut str on g an d dre a d ful ; t h u s it si ghe d
All br oke n by the n u m
a n blast
b i n g N o rm
Li k e ic e b oun d tree s wh e n the vict ori o us N orth
Exultin gl y r o ut s the r a c k an d sc our s the sky
Wh a t t h i n k
An d b r e ak s t h eir t ortured br a n c h e s
Not
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yo u
Was it t he sa i n t
he rsel f who sp oke ?
My l ord !
W illi am o f No rm andy
55
T h e se a re but f cie s w h a t my o e n ot dre am?
Willi m N a y w he therea ft e r I did cl ose m
y
an
a
.
a
n
n
,
lid s
B ut sl ep t n o t t h ou gh I saw n o m
o re t h e sa i n t
I he a rd th a t me l a n ch oly wi n d all n i ght
e word s An d b re ak s t he ir
Wi th th o se sa m
t ort ured b ran c he s
M atilda Twa s I vo did it was it n ot ? Why t ake
T hi s dr ea mu n t o t h y sel f ?
Nay I do n ot ;
B ut Ma u d —let s n ot h a ve n ow a P roven ge son g !
M atilda Nor y et a S ax on son g ! H a st h e a rd
the mWillia m?
i n str e l c ame on e da y to c ourt
A be gga r m
S uc h n oi se s — Oh
An d so we h a d himin
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M
a tilda p a rodies
[
bu
mmi g wit/
way ing
S ax on
m
pl
back
a nd
m
easure,
za sis a n d
z absu rd e
n
s
a
fort/z wit/t
lin e
.
t ack
Tw as lik e a swarmofan gry b ee s ! Or r a t h er
More li ke t he gr oan i n g ofa S axon c hurl
Wh en stun g to fre n z y b y a sw ar mo fb e es
Const nc Why n ot th e son g ofRol an d ?
R ufus
Ay tis br a v e
Th e w a y t h e y st an d again st th e Moors
Arc h bi sh o p T urpi n an d t he r e st ! (To Constance)
D ost m
in d
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5
W i lli am o f No rm andy
H ow with
on e
l ow he c l ave th at S arac e n
Cle an to the w a i st an d through the h or se s ba ck
b
’
u ll
uf
u
R
s la uglzs glee
f
y
[
C
An d,
on sta nce
.
ye stern i ght
H ow o fall
mther th
o
,
didst tel l
ou
.
u s,
,
m a field there w
en
Wh o mth o u d i d st
as
bu t
on e
re to see an d th at b ec ause
He fought l i k e Rol an d in the so n g
Ah c h ild
Fa r rather w ould I see himsafe a t h ome !
R ufi t s An d th ou toldest how the first ti m
e
ye ars ago
Wh e n th ou did st see himridi n g to the w a rs
Th ou tho ught st himthe n the b rave st
ca
,
.
,
,
.
,
,
,
’
M a tilda (clapping
ker ka n d
on
Ru
A pox
p
th y babb l i n g !
u on
m il )
fu pe ace
R ufi cs
’
i
.
s,
Wi llia m(la ugking a n d ca ressing Ma tilda)
my M a d ?
on
.
T rut h
,
u
Well Ru fus I could tell thee o fa y out h
Wen t ri di n g to the w ar s— O h ye ars ago
,
,
,
An d th oug
me t
h t t h e light
in
h i gh Fl e mi h c ase
on e
s
n
Fa r bri ghter th an the sun I s t truth my Ma ud ?
We ll m
M atilda As i f th o u did st n ot k n o w
y
brav e l ord
Le t s h ave t he son g o fRol an d
I will t h i n k
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W illi am o f No rm andy
57
T hy h an d swi n gs D uren dal N a y n or yet th a t !
For Ro la n d fel l
The n th ou art C h a rle magn e !
Willi m S o o ld wit h su ch a h oa ry bea rd ?
Ma tilda
Nor th at
Let s see— I h a ve it ! thou rt a N or m
an y o u th
Oh y e ar s ago— an d ridi g to the w a r s !
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p uts to hi lip the h r
M uth s it
d b l ow s the b l t f rl or ;
H igh e the m
d
f fl i e s the s
ou t i
Acro full t h irty le gue ofgrou d
C h arle d hi me h a ve he a d the ca ll ;
C rie s the k i g O c mr ad e fi ght d fal l
T which Co u t G e l
d a re repl y
Fromother l i p th a t were a l ie
We ll n ot he
kVfl /i m(i t
pti g) H ol d
o fd a ta r d Ga el
Si g r ather how C u t Rol a d set a t b y
V illa tifde a d w un g m
i gh ty D u d l ;
H o w a l l the peers st oo d b y himto the de a t h
H w gre a t Ar h b i h p T u rpi stru k fo God
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Odo were
a n other o fli k e trust !
Or tell us ho w C h arle s tur n ed himwith his h ost
a n de a d a t R on cevals
An d fo u n d his k i n sm
ak e st a n d t he sun
An d p ra y ed the Lord Go d to m
An d c o m
mun ed wit h an an gel te l l us how
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
He drove the p ay n i m
s through the vale of shade s
An d fed the mcryi n g to v ai n T ervagan t
D am
n ed i n to E b ro s bl ack e n gulfi n g flood !
e s i n the course of
Ren ard My liege th at c o m
the so n g
Nay I ll n ot w ai t ; let s h ave at o n ce
the ch arge ;
Le t s cut the mdow n ! Oh let s sack S aragoss a !
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ple of n otes, sings)
Ch arle s h ath God great wo n de r
a cou
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Fo r
don e
S ti ll in its cou rse h ath stoo d the sun
The p ay n i ms flee the Fran k s pur sue ;
At V al T en ebre s they c h arge the mth r ough ;
An d on to S arago ssa till
Stri ki n g w i th migh t they drive an d kill
Cu tti n g the p ay n i ms fro mre treat
Before the mlie s the Ebro fleet
Terri ble are i ts wave s an d deep
Nor is there barge n or dro mon d there
No r M aho me t to heed the i r prayer
Nor Tervagan t so m
e aid to bear
Then in the s tr eamthey vain ly leap
The horse m
e n are the heavi es t
So m
e to the botto ms in k fro msigh t
While o thers flo at do wn o n the cre st
ap py they who die ou tr igh t !
Mo
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Fo r all at last drown m
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W illi a m of No rm an dy
Nay,
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m B r ve p rogre s
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father I
Thou h as t
i n d u strious
Th at s right m
T i s courage
y ch i ld
While i n d ustry befi ts a g i rl
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E n ter
Gaston
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My liege
The Earl of Norfol k is b ut j us t arrived
M ust see his sovereign straight he bid s m
e say
us t wai t
VVzllza mGo tell the E arl of Norfol k he m
Gaston He said I was to add i f twere refu sed
T hat wh at he brought was matter of gre at m
om
en t
VVzlza m Do st he ar ! God s Sple n dour ! Do as
thou art bid !
S ay th at K i n g Wi lliamri des to hu n t
E
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My lord
Were it n ot wi ser to give aud i e n ce n ow ?
atte r
T is
VVilZza m No M au d I k n o w his m
as ligh t
To an s wer Never whe n I h ave return ed
As say it n ow
M a tilda B u t i f thou favoured him
Gran ti n g himHereford s s i ster as he prays
Willza nz An d En gl an d s g irdle as h e r do we r to
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W illi a m of No rm
a n dy
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—I n co m
mo n grati tude h e
mu t kee p
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s
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m He h n o gr ti tude T hese b ro
as
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M aud
Fitz Osbern go n e
All look for p r i vate gai n
Scarce on e can c o mprehe n d a th i n g so l arge
A thi n g so wo r th u n ited loyalty
As lawabi din g servi c e to a thron e
Oh M aud if I had yet F itz Osbern sir e
en t
With Lan fran c should we b uild a mo n u m
pire m
en sho ul d t al k of still
Oflaw of e m
Whe n every Nor m
an is forgotte n de a d
As they th at b uild Egypti an p al ac e s
Forgotte n but for himthey d call The Gre at !
Now wastin g su n shi n e settli n g baro n s b rawl s
e
Eac h w at c he s for m
On e scarc e can b lam
y slip
all a m
an a s Norfol k if in h aste
8 0 sm
u c h he c o m
e s before
L est others t ak e to o m
Come R ufus bo y !
B ut I ll n ot gran t his b oo n
x
a n d R ufi a
E
eu n t IVz tlza m
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Are we a
R obert
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m
B eles
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mB l
ll mt m
y lords ?
S lz rewso y, B n ekznglza
B ut
I
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e esnze, an d
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Robert,
Clare
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Yes eve ry o n e
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Mo wbr ay
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He ll n ot co m
e I tru st T he tru th
Good Cou n t is th at frie n d Mo wb ray is a b lab
A wom
an wi th his to n gue an d li k e a wo m
an
Too je alou s hot of sp ee c h we ll use himyet
W he n we h ave n eed to p ly a c u tti n g tool
Cla re Whe r e s Wi ll i amof B r e teu i l ?
S till fas t aslee p
He dran k too m
uch l as t n igh t T o rouse himn ow
Were to d i sturb a h app y slee p i n g child
To br i n g himhere s till red eyed fro mh i s wi n e
ids t
Were but to set a m
ad m
an i n our m
Cla re B ut he i s on ou r s i de ?
No dou bt of th at !
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a lks R oo
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
B ucking/zo ne
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me n
Wh at
you ? Are we
a
fi ve
con sp i r ato rs
I was bid here on p re ssi n g bu si n e ss boy
B ut ifit b e to h atc h co n spiracy
Why Wal ter Giflard h ath to o lo n g be e n true
R ooert
Boy greyb ear d
Speak so
whe n I g i ve thee leave
n
Co n spiracy m
lord
sli
k s out by n igh t
y
eet s in sec ret cave s an d sig n s in blood ;
An d m
B ut here the sun shi n e s o n fi ve ho n est m
en
S ee i f thou doub t st
H
e t/
zrows open t/
n t a n d calls
asem
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Here fellow wi th de sp atch
tell the q uee n P rin ce R ob ert wai t s her here
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Run
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ws a
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coin
.
There Buck i n ghamdoe s th at see msecrecy ?
B uch ng/za m (scornfi elb ) Thou art a ware the
q ueen i s at B ayeux
Robert I kn e w it n ot B ut tak e it as thou likest
Ear l Buck i n gham I f thou dost tr eache ry fe ar
An d catch thy p oo r head for its wh ir l i n g brai n s
Why the n m
W
h
n
lord
t
door
e
e ed coo l heads
e
y
We n e ed —an d had n o t dou bted— l oyal h earts !
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m
Co
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Buc
in gh amle t s h ear wh at
S lzrewsom
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thi n g is toward
Befo re we rufile so To he ar s n o harm
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
m Ti v i ll i y my lord tis tre chery
If wh t we he r i privy g i t the k i g
R o t Well
i d old m
A loy l he rt
B uckinglza
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o er
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sa
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b e at s there
B uckin gica
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m The
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r why th
R obe t,
at
p eek i g
n
the door ?
What fe ar of spies i f ho n e sty be tow ard ?
R ooert I n all thy l i ttle dot age h ast thou n e e r
See n ho n e st co un c ils grave e n ough to gu ard
Fro mear s an d to n gu es of pratin g arras mice ?
B ucking/2 a m (proudly)
My ch i ld I h ave
acc o m
p an ied thy sire
(Wh at thou had st n ever revere n c e to do)
Bee n of his c lo se st c o u n c il s in his w ars
An d n ever yet h ave I see n Wi lli amst art
For fear of arras m
i ce n or yet h ave heard
an swor n
On e word of i n sult to a liege m
An d as for thi s d ark plott i n g I suspe c t
Why r um
our R ob ert wal ks n o m
ore abro ad
Wi th shifty kn ave s but m
ost re spec tab le
D i d n ot you n g R oger
Gai n s co un te n an c e of fact
The trusted son of Osbern tru st ed sire
oi
n
with
th
a
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a
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t
R
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lf
i
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m
uti
n
y
t
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Why do m
en say with look s so m
eti m
e s with words
(Poi n t i n g upo n the fate th at followed Ralf)
Will Will iamd are i m
pri so n his own son P
T hen wh istle i n the wi n d P Why boy ? the truth !
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
By
R ooert
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Sir
God,
E arl ,
I ll
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he ar more of
n ot
thi s !
Boy fool ? S i n ce whe n h ast thou a gran d d ame
been P
B ucking/ta m Thy father thu n der s b ut his ligh t
n i n g stri k e s
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R odert
(
sn a tcnin g a t
B uckingna
thy white beard
mé
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d)
ea r
Wag
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I ll p ull it oil thy c hi n
n
a n d on leilt
B
y
he
ave n if thou do !
B uckin g/2a m
)
(
Oh i n sult sir
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[R odert
dra ws lzis
word ; S /zrewsou ry
s
u ckin g/
2a
seiz es
B
oaclz
B eles
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m
and
p u lls
m
m
lzi
ml ld R o t
lord
He
pe
s
k
p m
y
e zo
o er
s
’
s ar
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Put up put u
s
a
in h aste
He kn o ws n o t wh at he say s he will repen t
R ooert B ut give m
e le ave to te ac h h imwith
thi s steel
I warran t the n he ll kn o w wh at he h ath said
S nrewsou ry No blood good si r s n o b lood
If
blood s to S pill
We n eed it for the foe s of Nor m
an dy
B elesnze Well spo k e n
Pri n c e put up thy
sword I pr ay
See B uck i n gh amis cal m has e mpty h an d s
Twere
R ooe t (pu tti g lzis sword up testily)
b lood well spe n t to she d suc h traitor b lood
B elesnze
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W illi a m of Norm a n dy
We ll sleep the be tter whe n we re r i d of worm
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B ucking/2a
m( lmly) My Pri ce
ca
n
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tis an
nu
g all an t spee c h of thi n e
I do retrac t I c rave thy grac i ou s p ardo n
I spoke perh ap s in h aste Now I will go
For pl ai n ly we were n ot made for o n e team
R obert No thou art c ertes an u n ruly m
ule
But go but go E arl Shrew sbury sho w the doo r
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R oger
m(T
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tlze
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S /z rewsbury
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mt
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of Mo n tgo mery
as
t/zey go)
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Wi ll
y?
sta
S lzrewsbury (to B ucking/ra
m)
I st ay
.
To heark en to wh at p ath thi s plott i n g po i n ts
My he art s with Will i am
Then b e too thy he ad
Tis tre aso n to thyself as to the k i n g
To feig n di sloyalty for an y en d
Good blu n t old Bu c k i n gham!
S /zrewsbu ry
Thy n orthern he ar t
Need s c o n sort of a so uthern he ad B ut go
An d I w i ll b ri n g thee word
B ucking/l am (a ngrily ra ttler loudly) I ll he ar
n o word !
What whi speri n g by
Robert (overbearing)
door s ? Co n spirac y ?
B e go n e I tell thee B uck i n gh am an d take
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S /zrewsbu ry
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zesita tes
(
lord
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R obert Goo d,
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mm t) An d I my
a
o
gen tle men
en
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,
Wh at n eed we the n
expl ai n P
pers in an d dri n k defe at
Le t s h ave the bu m
To Willi am bastard k i n g ! The Kin g of Fran c e
i sed mon ey m
en a n d for a base
H as pro m
H as offere d us his keep at Gerb ero i
o me n t I w i ll n ot
S lzrezosbury My lord a m
di sse mb le
I amas st an c h as good Earl B uck i n gham
An d n o w I see yo u r pre ssi n g b usi n e ss poi n ts
To tre ason fou l
R obert
A n other fai n t of heart !
S /z ewsbu ry I amn ot apt to u n le arn loy al ty
Y et did I hope the e arl s su spi c i o n
Might be u n fou n de d w aited here to learn
S wore sec re cy but n ot di sloyalty
R obe t An d w avered
twixt the scale s If
B uck i n gh am
With all the v ass al age at his co m
man d
H ad n o t b ee n fe arful of an o ld k i n g s wrath
H ad d ared to j oi n the ju sti c e of o ur cause
—
Why the n m
lord
y
yo u had n ot bee n left out ?
S brewsbury Tis fal se I n ever w avered —n or
do I n ow
My m
outh is sealed but whe n yo ur sword s are out
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
I then
my tri k e
a
s
a
b lo w for
my good ki g
n
t
E
x
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Clare An other go n e ! My lord our cau se is
lo st !
R obe t Lo st Cl are ? Why Fran ce is yet u pon
our side
An d Odo has assured ten t ho usan d m
en
An d Mowbray too — a v ali an t ge n tle m
an !
Cla e B ut n ot on e wi se in c ou n cil
R obert
Three s e n ough
For c ou n c il Clare an d whe n we c o me to blow s
Why Mow b ray is a m
atc h for an y m
an
I h ardly hope d for B u ck i n gh amn or yet
For Shrewsb ury —but i t was worth the r i sk
With the mour c au se were won ; n owwe m
u st fi ght
The gre ater glory therefore whe n we win !
i sh we may k ill
An d h aply in the sk ir m
Tho se e arl s who wit/1 us were so tro uble so me
selves
B ut who aga in st us do ac c u se the m
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Here fellow
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bri n g
the b owl of wi n e
a n d ca lls.
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e a n d Clare
[Tu rn ing to B elesm
.
The r i sk
My lord s le n d s sp i c e—a d ai n ty Norman di sh ;
For who woul d gorge u n salted S axon food ?
Dou b t n ot my he ar t good c ous in ; it
e
B elesm
is thi n e
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
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thy word s the way thou lightly p as se st
Death—se n te n c e on the se vali an t En gl i sh earl s
An d p icturest all the cru elty of war
I h ave a te n der sto mac h if thou wil t
ak e s m
e si c k
An d thi s u n n atural sl aughter m
I ll figh t a Fran k or S ax o n in c old b lood
B ut th us to re cko n on a Norman s death
Thy sire s m
R obert
y fr i e n d bore n o such
ten der love
To En gli sh e arl s
e
B u t Beau m
on t i s my frie n d ;
B elesm
An d m
y o wn father Shrew sbury as thou k n o west
H as Willi amb ut to th an k th at he s an e arl
I swe ar goo d R o b ert tis u n n atural !
An d yet
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brings tke
serva n t
goblets
tken
B
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(cuffs k im
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Robert
sta n ds clu
of
f,
.
win e in fi ve
mily
s
.
thou c lown
Who
!
mde thee o illor ?
E
t
i
t
[
t dri k m !
Wi th the pledge co m
e tou te r
a
Bu
c
n
,
he art
x
an
serva n
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s s
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m Ic
B eles
un c
e
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an n
ot
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a re takes on e oblet
C
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g
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Fai n t of heart becau se on e kin
Robert
I s follower to the foe ?
a king a
T
o
b
l
e
t
See
here
I
dr
i
n
k
g
(
)
A father s death an d wi th the other two
For Shrew sbury an d Buc k i n gh ambrought in
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I ll dri
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so,
The sac ri fi c e of m
yo
u
n
g
rother
s
too
b
y
I n Chri st i an word s
T alk n ot of love m
y lord
The wily devil whi sp ers in our e ars
Till we tran slate our terror i n to love
C all courage crave n an d u n n atural
An d q uite u n n erve d re n ou n ce the v al i an c e
T hat l ately we h ave sworn in n ame of God
Such En gli sh devils doth Lan fran c c all up
To Willi ams servi c e B ah my lord the ple dge
e (takes tlze cup slow
B elesm
ly tken drin ks) So
be ! I c rave thy p ardo n for my fear
But thou did st c o n j ure up a stric ken field
My o wn dear father blee di n g o n my sword
It took m
I love n o t war
e b y the thro at
ore do I I c h iefly love a so n g ;
R obert No m
A son g surp asse s slaugh ter ! (La ugks) B ut my lord
Un like the mi n strel b lithe who si n g s a st ave
To keep the wolf aw ay we k ill the wolf
Th at we may lei su re h ave to si n g o ur st ave
e Ah tho se were b r ave old d ay s whe n
B elesm
men c ould feast
iled on every plai n
Whe n c or n u n rav aged sm
ok e of hamlet s sign ified good cheer
When sm
ters ran g with R olan d s so n g
an raf
Whe n Nor m
An d tro uv ere s c h an ted of old Lyon esse !
When sh all su c h fe stiv al s b e held ag ai n
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
2
Cla re Wo uld
God o u r work
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were don e
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R obe t Why ge n tle m
en t is h ardly yet e n g aged
ake the pre se n t b raver th an the p ast
To m
T i ll men forget the fight at R o n c evaux
An d j o n gle ur s si n g of R o b ert s D uren dal
I s b etter far th an wi sh for brave old ti m
es
Wherefore let s for mo n e pl an At Gerb eroi
Wi th Willi amn eath the wall s is pl ai n e n ough
u st m
B ut fir st we m
I fe ar
ake j u st o ur c au se
A si m
ple de cl aratio n will b ut win
The le sser n ob le s to my father s side
Men fe ari n g himwill gue ss his sure su cc e ss
An d fe ar is follow yet if by so m
e art
R evolt in ge n eral an d c o n fu sio n
We c ould b ri n g Willi amto de c ided lo ss
Why the n s ou r ti m
e for de cl aration s
B elesm
e Wh
y n ot the K i n g of Fr an ce ?
Oh he ll n ot fi gh t
He is a man to urge an o ther on
B ut n ot to start a q uarrel
Why n o t Mowb ray ?
The very tool m
y lord I ll to himstrai ght
An d he sh all get all Nor m
an dy to ar m
s
For wh at i t m
at ter s n ot—tru st himfor th at
R obert Per c h an c e — b ut Mowbray m
ay do an y
thi n g
An d so
say
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My u n cle Odo is the o n ly man
I s sure of Mowbr ay s str an ge capr i ce
73
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Well the n
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Th at s n ot so h ard Go to the Bishop Odo
Who as thou say st le n ds servi c e to our cause
Ex pl ai n the p lan — the re st is fairly do n e
R obert By he ave n e x c elle n t
Thy cun n i n g
Cl are
Was ever fl ashi n g as thy good shrewd sword
But there s n o ti me to lo se To morrow m
orn
The B i shop n owin R o u en will dep art
I ll see himere the sun has mark ed an ho ur
An d Mowbray in a wee k will st art the b o ar
Do you go sep arate w ay s If B uck i n gh am
Will bl ab let s n ot le n d colo u r to his t ale [E x it
B elesm
e A m
erry d au n tle ss Pri n c e
He doth forget
Th at Willi amwill n ot y i eld without a fight
T is o n ly two ye ar s si n c e the ki n g in wrath
Gave hima le c ture an d whe n R obert l aughed
A sk in g th at he b e gran ted Norman dy
K n ow m
S ai d ster n ly
y b oy tis n o t m
y wo n t
To dofl m
e n t s till I go to bed
y gar m
I fear for our suc ces s
B elesm
e
Ay so do I
ay gai n !
Yet thi n k wh at we m
An d if the b oy
ay
Su cc eed s (an d well he m
the k i n g is old
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F itz Osb ern de ad an d Odo on our si de )
Then we sh all h ave
More wars I truly fear
ark the pr i n ce s tr uc ule n ce ?
Did st thou n ot m
B elesm
e Ah
th at was blu ster Clare More
war s I gran t
For Fran c e an d Fl an ders b oth wi ll bai t himon
B ut al so m
erry d ay s My soul I tire
n
s ch an gele ss u n rele n ti n g fro w
O fWill i am
I c rave a c han ge
Le t s h ave the old d ay s b ack
Clare Ay Willi ams ster n Yet there is so m
e
report
Th at by his he arth he frolic s l i k e a c hild
Perch an ce thi s R obert when he is the d uk e
Wi ll le ar n his father s art ; he b e ar s the m
ar k !
B elesn ze They all do it s the blood
An d I n o
more
i le th an Wi lliams
C an s tan d g ai n st R o b e rt s sm
frown
ay the ch an ge bri n g good !
Clare Well m
You
tak e that way
A n d I ll go thi s
B elesm
e
Now sile n c e i s o ur c ue
E
x
eun t se
p
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
Odo An d n ow thou
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art
in his
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I f thou would st
we ar
Thy father s c rown ride suc h a steed of state
As Willi amri de s le ar n th at a churli sh ac t
I s b etter far th an to be c alle d a c h u rl
B ut all is n o t yet lo st — the k i n g s abro ad
An d B uc k i n gh amwas n ever q u i c k to m
ove
M ak e h aste for Gerb ero i pro c l ai mthy self
R obert Nay u n c le b y yo u r leave I ll n o t do th at
W e are deter m
i n e d th at would ro ut our ho st
B efore an arrow flie s Fir st must we st art
A baron s ge n eral q uarrel with the k i n g
An d whe n the k i n g has m
e sligh t rever se
e t so m
Why the n goo d fol k w i ll se i z e our c au se as j u st
The stro n g man is the j u st in Nor m
an dy
Odo True tr ue m
y boy
R obe t (la ugks)
So u n cle i f thy wit
H ath proved my b l un der w i th o ld B u ck i n gh am
Who is the wi ser n o w?
Why— Cl are perh ap s
Odo (sly ly)
He h ath n o do ubt sugge sted wh at to do
B ut c om
e the pl an amI to light the fire ?
R obert Y es in a m
e as ure —
th at is Mo wbray
sh all
But thou c an st pro mi se Mow b ray to our cau se
Do bu t e n ki n dle himagai n st the k i n g
an he ar t
An d he ll set fi re s in eve ry Nor m
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th at Clare s wi sdo m?
R obert
Well tis m
i n e— an d— Clare s
Why b oy
Odo I gave thee better c re dit Cl are
Do st k n ow thy foe man ? He was h arsh to thee
B ut still thou sto o d st before himas a son
A n d p are n t mer cy str uggle d in his heart
B ut n ow tho u m
u st go forth as m
an
an to m
The vi z or down a n atio n in the scale s
Thy father ran his c ert ai n c our se alo n e
He n ever hu n te d w i th the Nor man p ack
For fro mthe first he felt hi mself a k i n g
Nor sough t n or suffered an allegi an c e
With an y wran gli n g c ut thro at baro n age
B ut b ou n d the mall b e n e ath him their true lord
He can n ot fi n d a q uarrel with th i s Mowbray
Am
an can n ot b e j e alo u s of his arm
Mowbray s re si st an ce were an hour s di stre ss
A slave s reb ellion i n subor di n ation
petition of a peer
Not the fair c o m
Why I scar c e c all himb rother ; he s m
y ki n g
R obert B ut wh at c our se the n is left ?
To Gerberoi ;
Pro c lai mthy self an d fight Thou h ast good men
b er s will
An d Fr an ce le n ds will i n g aid Thy n u m
Co un t more th an Mowbray s z e al We w i ll the
while
E n l arge our we ster n bou n d ary of K e n t
Odo I s
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
An d worry
Wi n c he ster
I doubt su c ce ss
If o n e of us mu st figh t a bat tle pit c hed
B ut stay in Gerberoi u n til the ki n g
C alled bac k by Hugh de Gran tem
esn il to wat c h
My way s in Ke n t leave sthee so m
e roomfo r pl un der
Then whe n the ki n g fi n d s pe ac e throughout m
h
r
e
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y
An d Odo b u sy at B aye ux retur n
Mean while I ravage H an ts
An d stan d a siege
He h asten s back ; thou ravagest agai n
At l ast men seei n g Nor m
an field s lie w aste
An d Willi ampowerle ss to stop the pl ague
They yiel d to di sc o n te n t call thee the d uk e
First win the fight the n o ffer ope n war
R obert Thi s the n sh all be our c o u rse
B ut m
ark m
y boy !
The B i shop Odo h ath sai d n aught of thi s
R obe t N 0 fe ar good un c le ; tis m
priv
te
pl
n
a
a
y
B u t se n d u s Mowbray as a b rave ally
Odo Ah th at is wi selier spo k e ! He sh all be
yo urs
B ut why h ave ye n ot re c ko n ed Taille b oi s too ?
He is of d au n tle ss c ou n t s the brave st bl ade
The o n ly on e d are g i ve the k i n g the lie
R obert Of I vo Taille b o i s amI h ar dly sure
A v ali an t fighter b ut a tre ac hero us frie n d
Odo As sure as Shrew sbury or B uc ki n g ham!
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
Ofth
i s be certai
n,
too
!
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I vo will figh t ;
therefore si n ce he ll figh t twere b etter
fate
To h ave himarmwith thee n ot with the k in g
He looks for pl un der o n ly— care s n o whit
For R ober t or for Will i am wherefore pay
ac h i n sole n ce
O ut bi d thy father sto m
It is an easy co urse ; for the prou d k i n g
If Ivo make s too b old dem
an d s will c ur se
An d tell himgo p i c k c arri o n wi th the c ro ws
B ut be thou cu n n i n g all sub mi ssio n
Tell himhis serv ic e is worth twice the pay
R obert Good u n c le thou are wi sdo m
s he ir I f
price
Is all suffi cien t b ait for sure suc c es s
Why Ivo is our m
an
B ut art thou c ertai n ?
in e own l ife
Odo As c ert ai n as I amof m
an
ark too R o b er t ! I vo is a m
An d m
igh ty threat s an d m
er c ile ss i n te n t
O fm
B e st fashion ed for a fight but love s to talk
To thi n k his spee c h is c un n in g dre ams th at he
i n e a thro n e
Can we ave an i n trigue u n der m
Prai se therefore of his silly s i lver ton gue
Will excelle n tly c ou n terfeit the co i n
He lik es so well to h an dle ; j in gle word s
Before you talk of gold i f thou art wi se
A little summ
ay b i n d him
he ad an d he art
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
80
R obert
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It sh all be t ri ed ;
bu t were it
n ot
more
ertai n
I f the se fair see min g br i be s of golde n word s
Sl i pped fro mthy e asy ton gue ? S uc c e ss were sure !
ay n ot do
Mowbray I gran t
Odo Nay th at I m
Will t al k b ut n o t of m
e n or yet to the k i n g
B ut Ivo if his devil be alert
May go aud ac i ou sly an d ask the ki n g
To bid agai n st our pledge— th at is m
pledge
y
An d thou m
u st u n der st an d there are so m
e th i n gs
Not fitti n g in a steward of the k i n g
Thy q uarrel w i ll be o ut— n o h ar mc an co me
If Ivo m
en tio n s thee ; but it is n ot
My quarrel boy
R obert
Good u n c le p ardo n m
e
My gre at desi re had made me q ui te forget
Th at thou c an st n ot afford to fall with me
I ll man age thi s m
y self
Odo
Good c o u rage boy ;
Move but with h aste thy fu ture is assu red
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W illi a m of No rm a n dy
S CEN E
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On e week la ter
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R ouen
P lace
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R oo
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Odo, B eles
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R obert,
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tbc duke s ca stle
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M owbray
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I b ri n g thee Mow bray R obert pledged to
serve
H ast tho u see n I v o P
I n thi s bol d e n te rpr i se
R obert I vo is o ur s I followed thy advice
An d sp are d an earl do m he re m
ai n s in E n gl an d
An d whe n the war is o n he favours us
By k eepi n g Warwi ck t ame but should we n eed
He suc co urs us in Fr an c e
We c an n ot fail
My lor d I h ave the word of h alf the e arl s
The o n ly men to fe ar are B uc k i n gh am
Warw i ck an d Shrew sb ury— the re st are o ur s
Th at is the re st who c oun t There b e a score
see k er s n o si n g ro un d the k i n g
Of fortu n e —
B ut they whe n his gre at h an d s are void of gift s
Will flo ck li k e sheep
Wolve s r ather
Odo
R obert
The n we ll c ut
The mdown li k e wolve s Twere wi ser to be sheep
B elesm
e Mowbr ay thou h ast forgot the Earl of
R i ch m
on d
Odo
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
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Noth i n g would stir himto t ak e arm
s with u s ;
An d whe n I to u c hed on Will i ams stern h ar sh rule
He c rie d he loved it swore his m
o n strou s k in g
Was li k e his shrew face d wife
Th at s true e n ough !
B elesm
e Well to be b ri ef ! the Earl ru shed fro m
the roo m
H is h an ds o n c ars ; n ot o n ly did refuse
To follow us b ut thre ate n ed te rri bly
Th at he wo uld su cc o ur Willi amto the de ath !
R obert Good frie n d I ll n o t forge t he we ar s a
swor d
B ut by thy le ave he is n o t terrible
Mowbray Ay let himaid the k i n g I still asser t
The three I n ame d are all we h ave to fear
Odo Blithely b lo t out thi s i n c o n ve n ie n t e arl
Perh ap s he is n ot terri ble B ut h ark !
My lords I h ave n ot yet he ard Willi ams n ame
You c ou n t himof your foe s ? H e s still a fiel d
R obert Thou m
o ck st u s u n c le
Odo
By m
y fai th n o t so
ore to fe ar th an twe n ty B uck i n gh ams
He s m
M owbray Our chiefe st fe ar ; the obje c t of o ur
b low s
Odo The n why n ot t alk of him
? Where is he
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
84
Cla re) Where is th at wi n e ?
Go b id the fellow h aste n with the w i n e !
b l an t c heer forsoo th
Willia m A se m
Why is
Cl are gr i m?
Why gl an c e s Mowbray li k e a stag at bay ?
Do st thi n k I h ave n o t he ard of thy c o mplot s
u rn in g ska
T
U n n at ural boy ?
l
o
n Odo
y
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Brother wh at do st thou here ?
M ak e merry with the se youths ? (La ng/2s) T i s
li k el i e st
Oh li k elie st ! A bi shop ve n erable !
Acc ur sed prie st Not eve n b i shop s robes
To le n d some sai n tly savour to thy g u ilt !
Odo My liege what g uilt ? Thou k n owe st m
e
of old
Art well aware th at I ammore th an prie st
Th at B ayeu x is the b e tter for my bre adth
Whe n I fough t by thy side at Se n l ac field
ly for a prie st ?
Tho ught st thou the work u n see m
Wi lli am I h ave b ee n En gl an d s gover n or
Co m
e m
ak e an
Willia m An d p l un derer
ho n e st bre ast
I ll n ot be c ro ssed
Good father by m
y soul
e in Nor man dy
Wh at su c h a l i t tle ti m
Thou h ast dru n k h ard
an wi n e ?
An d so in Norm
By h eaven we had though t to mak e some c heer
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
But thou pro mpt father h ast pre c eded us !
Wi llia m B y the i n fi n ite mercy of Go d I ll
h ave thee b e at
For on e m
ore word of such r an k i m
pude n c e
Pack Clare an d Mowb ray for your wret c hed lives
An d Cou n t B elesm
e thou traitor follow the m
An d m
ark sir s ! i f thi s co m
e s to outrigh t war
Y o u sh all be first to swi n g
R em
em
b er R oger !
H is du n geo n i n g is m
erc y to you r fat e
Be gon e !
Cla re Co me R o bert B i shop ; shu n a b rawl
bVillia m B y the sple n do ur of Go d No word
fal se Clare
mate my thre at to n ight
Or I w i ll c o n su m
Thou Odo too re m
R o ber t stay here
ai n
An d an swer i f thou can st
E
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x
e M owbray a nd Cla re
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Odo I h ave n o c ert ai n c h arge to m
R epor t of R o b ert s fau lt is su re e n o ugh
An d he sh all an swer for it
R obert
Co me to the po i n t !
William Thou rascal pe ac e ! Twere wi ser to
say n aught
T i ll I h ave do n e Now Odo as I say
No c ert ai n ch arge e xc ept thy c o m
p an y
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
My lord is there n ot a su spi c ious look
Whe n thou a bi shop ho n o u red oft by m
e
an who sho u l d revere n c e his God
An old m
Were he but Earl of K e n t whe n thou art fo u n d
Here close te d wi th kn own c o n sp irators ?
It m
ay be th at the m
eeti n g c ame by Ch an ce ;
ay be there w
as n othi n g se c ret said
It m
ay b e—
It m
but the se e ager re stle ss youths
Were c er tai n n o t m
ere caro use
et here for m
k
n
An d fro mm
owledge whi c h thou do st ad m
it
y
My kn owledge of thy proudly vario us life
OfOdo bi shop e arl —an d pl un derer
I hold i t right a c le aran c e to de man d
C an st an swer on thy o ath ? Wh at do st thou here ?
e
Odo My l i ege I co un t u n tr i ed su spic i o n sh am
An d were I g u ilty I wo uld n o t c o n fe ss
Whe n thus arraig n ed I ll st an d an hon e st tri al ;
B ut I ll n ot beg ofi ;— were I w i tho u t fault
Or were I g uilty n eedy evide n c e
n
a
ple
di
g
Would gr o w fat on m
y
Odo th i n k
T hi n k twi ce before thou speak st I reveren ce law;
The law sh all h ave its course for n ever we
If we j udge h asti ly in p rivate sp i te
Sh all bri n g our n ation to a proper pe ace
T he se years of turb ule n t u n r uly rule
These ye ars of war an d c ri me work n oth i n g sure ;
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
All th in gs m
u st bowto an e n d ur i n g law
poral framers of so me code
An d we brief te m
Mus t tr uly l i ve in go dli n ess an d fear
I f we would see our work outlast o ur d ay s
That man is sw i ft who outru n s breathless ti m
e
T here is n o mo men t s re sp ite for de c e i t
Wherefore c o n sider Odo speak the tr u th
em
ber th i s ! there is a law
An d well re m
Surp asse s all l aws te m
poral an d brief
Nece ssi ty ! The serf in whose dimeye s
Flares feebly recogn itio n of so m
e wro n g
The vassal ar m
i n g to defe at his lord
an de sperate a so u l ou tr aged
A wo m
Nece ssi ty c o mm
an d s an d they o b ey
K n ow Odo th at a k i n g too feel s thi s law
Ru le s chiefly by it therefore spe ak the tr u th
God sh all deal ha rdly wi th a bi shop s lie
Odo My liege I amthe su bje c t ; thou art k i n g
Pe rforce I yield to b ase n e c e ssity
Whi c h were I k i n g
No c rafty wi sdo mn ow
Wi lliam
A twi sti n g ton g ue breeds twi st i n g thought s ; spe ak
plai n
Odo My liege I c rave your p ardo n th at I sp o k e
With su c h s u spec ted m
en but I t ak e o ath
That I amn ot a party to their pl an
an
Scarc e k n ow wh at sche m
e s afoot An aged m
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
My cou n sel doub tle ss was dee med worth by the m
But as I amthe Bi shop of B ayeu
erc y ! Dow n upo n thy k n ee s
Willia m God s m
an d swe ar
By so methi n g sai n tlier th an thy do ubtful n am
e
Odo Thi s is o er h ard m
y lord
Dost hear k n eel dow n
May Go d h ave m
ercy I am
Odo (kn eels)
i n n ocen t
IVillia m An d w i lt thou n ow as E ar l of K e n t
re n ew
Thy o ath of fe alty ?
I swe ar m
Odo
y liege
William The n ri se an d get thee go n e
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Co me sit be side me here
Co me here my son
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Twere well S i r Ki n g
mery on me
To practi c e n o such mum
As thou didst n o w i n fl i c t o n U n cle Odo
Willia m Boy thou h ast n ot on e grai n of
gratitude
I c at c h thee sc arle t h an ded w i th thy c rew
—En o ugh to w arran t de ath — b ut chec k my wrath
An d for thou art m
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Seek by so m
e ge n tler me an s to win thee b ac k
I ask n o fealty
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
Twere wi ser n o t
he ar my bo y ; if thou so me
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mB t
k i dl i es
So m
e f i te t p rk of fi l i l love wo ld t how
ho w it I mge tle e
N y e er tho
R b t ( it d w b id Willi m
) F ther I
w t
ge tle e fromthee
K eep E gl d for thy elf ; gr t Nor m dy ;
If thou do t thou lt fi d th t Norm dy
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govern able day by day will wre ck
Thy total k i n gdo man d n ot all thy so n s
Will h ave the power to hold the thro n e of R olf
I un derst an d the se baro n s me they love ;
Thy stern n e ss sti n gs li k e n e ttle s in the sk i n
IVillia m Tho u un derstan dest n o t the se baro n s
boy !
Yield theman i n c h they greed ily t ak e two
easure mean s to yiel d
An d love by their fal se m
e lord s wo uld
R obert An d yet the se self sam
follow me
Willia m To de ath ?
To death
Ay so I fe ar to de ath !
Be cau se they dre amtho u go sli n g to do dge p ast
The spe ar s of death an d let thee run thereon
The n i n c he s ac re s as their worthy spoil !
i se s recall
Le ave thou the i r silly pro m
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Our an c ie n t
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Be a pri n ce !
A d uke s su ffi c i e n t sir
e m
Gi ve m
y right an d le ave the le c ture s o u t
William Tis b ut two years boy si n c e I le c t ured
thee
An d thou h ast n ot forgotte n I will swear
Th at I the le c ture don e g ave thee a be ati n g
A he arty beati n g with m
y o wn ri ght h an d
Now mark ! I ll le c ture thee whe n I see fit
An d by the Lord I ll be at thee if there s c ause
Thou h ast u n ruly l i ved sq uan dered m
y gold
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Mo cked at m
other
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An d wor se th an all n o revere n c e for God !
By heaven I ll h ave thee kn ow thi s is e n ough
An other hi n t of suc h un n at ural life
I ll cast thee li ke a c o mmon serf in gaol
Ac c ursed di si n herited o utlawed
R obert Mere blu ster ! Do st t hou th i n k I am
afraid
Willia m (steps fi ercely towards lzim R obert
p uts Itis ban d to kis lzilt) H an d s off thy
sword !
Would st draw?
R obert
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Willi am good
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Wh at h ave you do n e
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he aded wilful — but o ur son
Our b lood
No t to be tre ate d l ike a sl ave
Willia m Whe n he live s like m
y heir I ll tr e at
himso
M a tilda Oh Wi ll iam do but see the con se
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h i n t of treachery afoo t
Thou c o me st li ke a sea stormfi n dest here
R ed h an ded e arl s in m
u t i n y led o n
By thy reb ellio us so n — an d why my lord ?
Becau se n o pro ud man lo n ger c o uld e n dure
The growi n g stern n e ss of thy rule R evol t
Was c ertai n but a c un n i n g h an d d i spl ay
Oflove where they e xpe c ted sc orn an d h ate
H ad quelled their b ase co n sp i rac y m
y lord
More surely oh by far th an thun deri n g s
Each day a frie n d fall s o fi
If our poor b oy
Should ope n ly defy thy du cal c row n
At the fi rst
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Wh i c h heave n help he ll n o t My lord wh at power
Who m h ave we at co m
man d ? Nay Wi lliam
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H as r uled in Nor m
an dy ; an d whe n the cau se
The fearful le ader of the p ack is dow n
The n m
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Whe n I h ave si cke n ed sore for hu m
Whe n all the worl d has looked a grey n o rth e ast
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To thee I ve c o me with thee I ve merry bee n
an c o un t s
If I h ave little love d the se Nor m
An d Go d k n ow s I h ave c raved ay so u ght their love
I h ave more wholly dearly felt for thee
M au d on ly thou h ast saved my heart fro mbur sti n g !
Now I amb ro k e n
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word might yet ave rt the doo m
Whi c h I see pe n di n g l i k e a thu n der c loud
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(P layfully ) Tho u k n owe st thou h as t called m
coun c illor
lVillia m My b e st ! Fi tz Osbern go n e m
y o n ly
true
M atilda Lan fr an c m
y lord ?
I had forgo t ! Lan fran c !
B ut he u n l ik e the B i shop of B aye ux
Refle c t s upo n his o f
fi ce give s hi m
self
ore an d m
ore— to Go d The world
An d d ai ly m
I ts pe tty je alo usi e s an d si n fu l l u st s
Fall fromhim yet he has a roy al mi n d
prehe n si o n of my n eed
An d roy al c o m
Wo ul d he were here i n Roue n !
So he is
At least I ve heard I ll se n d if he be here
oes to tbc door open s it a n d s
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Go seek Arc h b i shop Lan fran c say to him
The ki n g h ath pre se n t n eed of his adv i ce
R
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Co me the n my lord be m
erry ! co un c i llors
Not m
an y b u t of suc h r are q ual i ty
IVillia m(rises)
Twas but a mood Th an ks
a resses ker
M aud for thy goo d c heer
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M a tilda An d Willi amdo c o n si der m
y adv i ce
Would t ha t the baro n s were as well aware
P er ch an ce
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mof thy gr e t urp s i
Wi lli m( ft
mm t)
g love !
a er a
a
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They can n ot be
M aud thou do st kn ow how h ard
Th is lovele ss re i g n bear s on m
es
e n o w at ti m
Yet there is n o way out I freely gr an t
Could I p lay loo se c o mp an io n in their l usts
Li k e our u n to ward son I d win — n o t love
For love is godle ss th at s without re spe c t
B u t so m
e thi n g el se —say a d ay s fellow ship
Wi th dri n k begu n with d aggers in the en d
An d l ack i n g thi s why —I m
u st b e severe
For in the live s of mortal s there s d i re ctio n
Un see n u n thwart ed worki n g in the n igh t
The die is cas t for m
e ; to love or le ad
I s n ot m
an dy
y cho i c e the D uke of Nor m
The Ki n g of En gl an d amI n ot a slave
Did I but hear a hi n t g i ve audien c e
To on e fo ul i n tri g ue I were of their k i n d
A frie n d to spoil a favou rite n o t a k i n g
R o bert j oi n s with the mas a ro bb er frie n d
An d th at by heave n s grace I ll n ot yet do
M a tilda (fi ercely) Thou sh alt n ot sl an der so
our elde st so n !
p uden t
Willia m B y he ave n M atild a he is i m
U n ruly profl igate—n o he ir of min e !
I do c o m
man d thee i f thou love st me
To c e ase these ship me n ts of my k i n gdo ms gold
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To feed the l ust s of R ob ert s ro bb er fri e n d s
man d where love
ay n ot so co m
M a tilda On e m
is c r ave d
I h ave born e
e n ot
William M atild a c ro ss m
mu ch
ade ple a
Too m
uc h to day !
T en ye ars h ast tho u m
For thi s base n ature d b oy Not on e more wor d
By he aven n ot on e more loo k of favouri n g
Sh all he still un rege n erate h ave Do st he ar ?
Matilda My lord I love the boy ! I n R o b er t
glow s
The s ac r ame n t al blood of you an d m
e
Willia m So did I love sought w i th m
uch
gen tle n e ss
To win himb ack twas wor se th an lett i n g bloo d
b to c ut himo ff
Far worse th an lo si n g li m
S amso n thy me ssen ger sh all n ot b e sen t
To be ar my mo n ey to the scapegrac e boy
Do st un derstan d ? If I do he ar of it
I ll h ave himbli n ded for his p ai n s
My lord
Th at were a c ruel ve n ge an c e ! Oh my lord
Th at c ould st thou n ever do
The n t ake thou heed
To hold thy h an d I f S am
so n lo se his eye s
The fault is thi n e for thou art d uly w arn ed
M a tilda My lord i f R ob ert bu ried were if he
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Lay seve n
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foo t u n der grou n d I d gladly give
My life s blood for his re surre c tio n
An d sh all I n ot the n g i ve while he s alive
ay cr ave ?
Wh at p altry si lver his p oor he art m
Willia m Thou shal t n ot
B ut I will !
B y heave n M aud
Do n ot provok e my wrath g ai n st thy de ar he ad
I can n o t stan d on e more— the be st oh God
M a tilda The n show th at thou c an st be n d ;
k
but o n c e m
y in g
On ce o n ly b e n d to ple ase a S up p l i an t q uee n
PVil/ia m I ll n o t
M a tilda (going towa ds tbc door) I n ever sh all
forge t th i s hour
[E x it R
Wi llia m Oh God m
N o w q uite alo n e
y God
n o w de ad
He r m
orn i n g s m
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Here fellow tell the q uee n I d speak with her
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An d yet i f o n ly thi s on e blo t th i s son
Tis h ard — it w i ll be ru i n o us— to yield
She sh all su bm
i t I can n ot Oh M aud M aud !
If thou but k n ewes t wh at th i s fal se love m
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Y es, she
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How i t presage s ru i n Y et tis love
Fal se yet tis love The tyran n y of love
I s stro n ger far th an tyran n y of k i n g s
Why c o m
e s she n ot ? [R un s to door R an d calls
Ho fellow ! Gasto n ho !
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Well wh at ? Speak
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Williamseiz es b im
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My gracious lord the quee n
S ay s she w i ll n ot n ow c o me
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Wi llia m She will
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co me ?
Tho se were her ve ry word s
n ot
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Gaston
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Nay,
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my lord
n k,
h report !
bisfury
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mvi l tly d tb t bim
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My lieg e the Lord Ar h bi ho p w i ts
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Willia m Ah
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Lan fr an c ,
there be
w ith
wars
ubtler foe s
Th an broad b ac ked S ax o n s wi th the i r sulle n eye s
is n o t the q uee n
L anfra n c My lord I fe ar —
quite well ?
Wi llia m(slowly) The q uee n I thi n k is well
The n all s n ot lo st
For if thy tru e st cou n c illor the q uee n
I s yet in he alth why if I kn ow m
y kin g
Tho ugh twen ty brave Fitz Osb ern s by their death
uti n y
Or up star t childre n by the i r m
h ave thee u n aided yet thou h ast th at wh i c h
All el se quite u n avai li n g carried thee
Beyo n d all mort al s thro ugh a sc ore of ye ars
I k n ow M atild a seek her n ow m
y kin g ;
pare
Lan fran c s a poor c o n fe ssor by c o m
Thy word s
William Pe ac e pe ace Lan fran c
cut to the heart
B ut how c o uld st thou h ave kn ow n ? I ll tell thee
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T hou rt righ t Lan fran c war n ever shook m
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e S ax o n c h url
Lan fran c if I were b u t so m
An d thou a fart h i n g pr i e st wh at wo u ld st thou say
If in co n fes sion I gave d arkli n g hi n t
Th at I had cru elly str u ck the on e I loved ?
Pron ou n ce the p en an ce as we were two such
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My kin g thou h ast n ot struck ?
Oh n ever th at
But th at perch an c e had bee n m
ore merc iful
Her he ar t was set as wo me n s he art s will be
To yield her tr ue love for a fal se so n s love
An d I refu sed to c o un te n an c e the wro n g
She fl ashed lik e fire at R obert s n ame c ried out
She d give her blood for himi mplored ay we pt
em
ory of her love
An d I with all the m
Oh Lan fran c o n ly thi s
Gave n ot on e i n c h
Th i s di ffere n ce ab out a w ayward boy
H as sh attered ye ar s of love as whe n a c h i ld
P ull s out so m
e sto n e an d see s a tower fall
th i s m
ay be
L a nfran c B ut m
y de ar lord
re me died
Wi llia m Nay hear the re st I stood thus
o b d urate
She left ; I run d i s trac ted call a boy
An d b id himb ri n g the q u ee n
She will n ot co me
e to me !
Lan fran c M atil da will n o t c om
e
L a nfran c She wo u ld n ot b ut she yet will c o m
My lord
The love of thirty ye ars can n ot b reak so
e
Willia m I n ever saw her thu s she al way s c am
e s n ot Lan fr an c there s n o c ure
An d if she c o m
L a fan c My lord tho u h ast c ut off th i n e ow n
r i ght arm
L a nfran c
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my he rt !
m
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e will ure th i ill
Wi llia m Nay rather pl ucked
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L a nfra n c
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Ari se my liege ; succ ss
c
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As to the q u ee n I ll try per suasio n
Thy p art is ac tio n 3 she did ever love
Thy valo ur an d thy u n resi sted sword
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s a n ding u
are n o t so
mer if l
c
u
Nay, Lan fran c,
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L anfra n c Ay, b ut they are On e pi n e s for
An d suffers for the l ack 3 b u t se z e s c ure
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mrvel how th ill
cures
re medy
i
overp ast
Thin k how thi s world for c e n turie s has j ogged
As yet u n spoiled still m
ar c hi n g for its Go d
ak i n g progre ss thro ugh e m
S ti ll m
battled fe ar s
My lord a k i n g can n ot afford to h alt
Wi lli m H as n ot an old k i n g yet the righ t of
love ?
I woul d g i ve Nor man dy for th at again
La nf an c Ay an d th at still sh all follo w the e in
An d
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Love
of thy archers v ass al s an d thy quee n
I wo uld n ot spe ak fal se c heer 3 my lord I k n ow 3
I n th i s gre at gr i ef tho u h ast forgotte n he ar ts
Which stan chly b e at for thee ! E arl B u ck i n gh am
Warwick an d Shrew sb ury R ufu s thy son
An d R i c h m
o n d tr ied an d z e alou s Nor forget
Thy brothe r Lan fran c ! Pluck up he art m
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ACT IV
S C EN E
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Ti
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I 0 78
E a rly
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orn in g
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Castle
ore Gerberoi
P lace ! B ef
mll
s
a
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cburcb on
tb c left
E n ter S brewsbu ry
witb four
B ucking/2a
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p
Fields,
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an d
m
tbe dista n ce
zn
B
uckingba
m
en a t ar
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o en
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m No word of Ri h mo d y t ? The
c
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n
e
v i ctor sun
H ath lon g si n ce b rok e n through his e as tern b ars
A n d put to ro u t the mi st s o n me ado wlan d s
We sho uld be fight i n g n o w 3 for thi s you n g p r i n ce
H ath g athered in a multit ude of m
en
e to formc an vex our arm
Who give n t i m
s
B e p at i e n t B ucki n gh am The
S brewsbu ry
on d
Earl of R i c h m
arts for b attle
Is n ot a sl ug a bed 3 he sm
An d will b e here I w arran t w i th the k i n g
B uckingba m Are thy m
en re ady ?
Ay an ho ur ago
es yon der ?
B ut who c o m
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E n ter bow
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T is a
Warwi c k
bow
do live An d ti mely lan de d here
(Calls) Wh at fellow is the Earl of Warwi ck there ?
B ow m
a
He w ait s b elow the wood to form
As I
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en
uckin gba
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m Ti ti mely— we my eed hi rm
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t o day
B ut fet c h himfellow
sa
n
a
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E n ter
Wa rwick No
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H ath he he ard the pl an
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Wa rwick
ee d
n
R
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to
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fet c h me c ou si n B uc k
,
in gham
I saw thy ban n ers an d had scarc e di sp atc he d
My bo wm
an here for n ew s whe n z e alo u s love
Bro ught me in perso n h ard upo n his heel
e [Tbey em
B u ckingba m Thri c e wel c o m
brace
braci ng bim
an
S b rewsbu ry (em
did
) Never m
c om
e more pat !
e ? The b attle s yet to be ?
Warwick I n ti m
Th an k God !
My p oor men h asten ed n ight an d day for thi s
B ut three d ay s m
R o ue n through the m
ud
ar c h fro m
My lord s we are o er we ary b ut we re here !
An d by yo ur leave Earl Warwi ck s men will fight
Ay bear the bru n t if n eed be
Fello w run
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my oldier th t w
An d tell
s
a
s
e are
ti me !
in
B
ow
[
B ut stay
First hear the pl an
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The n hear my lord
Pri n c e R o b ert is afield Thi s day his stre n gth
R an k swolle n with the p erfi dy of Fr an c e
Sh all meet with o urs in ope n battle fi eld
o n d with his bow m
eet s us here 3
E arl R i c h m
en m
en at ar m
s are draw n in l i n e below 3
O ur m
The order is if you arrive in ti me
T hat you with B uck i n gh am c o mman d the righ t
B u cki gba m But thi s u n toward del ay I fear is
fat al
E ve n Ki n g Williamis n o t yet arr i ved
on d?
War wick An d R i c h m
Nor is Earl R i ch m
on d co me
Wa rwick (to bow m
an
) Well fellow thou
h ast he ard 3 run with good speed
ar c h to w
A n d b i d the capt ai n s for man d m
here
They see the ban n ers of Earl B u cki n gh am;
an R
I ll m
eet the mthere
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t
b
E
ow m
[
B ut tell m
en
e ge n tle m
H o w th i s m
ad i n surre ctio n h ath so fared
Th at R o ber t t ake s the field At hom
e we heard
The k i n g was furi o us for an Ope n te st
B ut Rob ert kept w i th in an d m
oc k ed his threats
Or s allied o n ly whe n affai r s awry
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
Th at were
a
B uckingba
mo tro o ffi e to perform
m A ki g who h th ho e n for
ns
us
c
n
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c
a
s
his
o ffi c er s
S uch men of probity an d godli n e ss
As Lan fran c an d A n sel mwill sc ar c e allow
Thi s rascal e arl to win su ch maje sty
We m
u st stri ke q ui c k an d c ro ss the n arrow seas
B efore Earl Odo st art s An d Ri ch mo n d l ate !
e s so meo n e 3— perh aps
S b rewsbury There co m
—n o tis the k i n g
o n d late ! Oh sh am
e!
B uckingb a m An d R i c h m
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E n ter
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Willia ma n d R ufu s
six
William Good
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en - a t-a r
morrow ir
Wh at Warwic k P
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foot wit/z
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my o l
s u
A
ll
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a
e obeisan ce
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trusty frie n d !
Here c o mrade n o obei san ce fi tteth n ow
b rac e
For Williamh ath a b rotherly e m
race
b
em
b
T
For su c h true e arl s
y
e
[
Well m
y Earl B uck i n gh am
Thou rt fretfu l for the fray I ll wager th at !
B ucki gba m Nay b u t m
y are
y liege the e n e m
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T he i r g
glit ter in the field 3
T were mad n e ss to del ay Shrewsbu ry an d I
H ave wai ted a good hour fo r Ri ch m
o n d here
an f
on on s a-
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
m
10
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b attle li n e
Willia m(l ugbs) H ave w aited ? Ay
B ut for the k i n g n ot for the Earl of R ich mo n d
n d two hour s
Why good m
lord
rl
i
ch m
o
E
a
R
y
si n c e
Sen t me sse n ger s to say he took the field
To plead in stan t advan c e to call a pl ag u e
On th at old sl uggard B u ck i n gh amto b eg
We st ar t witho ut thee
Fie n d s Where is he the n P
B uckingb a m
Our li n e was ordered t o the right his left 3
An d o u r s is there but
Pe ace my Lord ! ui c k step
Last n ight in cam
p I dee m
ed it b etter pl an
To se n d Earl R i c h mo n d two league s to the sou th
My self will hold the c e n tre as the left
Th u s R obert thi n ki n g we are we aker there
Where fewer n u m
b ers b u t c o n ce al o ur s tre n gth
Wi ll wi n d an d c h arge our left— an d thus e xpose
o n d s spe ars
H is b ac k to R ich m
Oh e xc elle n t
An d we sh all fi n d his fl an k
Why the n n o t h aste P
B uckingba m
on d sh all n o t
Gi ve b ut the word m
y l i ege R ic h m
Lo n g c all m
e slugg ard e arl
Gi ve b u t the word
An d sp ri n g our pro per trap My lord del ay
O ur
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
1 10
e n ter give shimt i me to wi n d
R u sh on himn o w before his c astle g ate s
If you sho uld dr i ve him yet you drive himin
Not o n E arl R ich m
o n d s spe ar s
m
ore
lord
ap el bell rings) Wh at s m
s
b
T
b
c
c
y
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If R o bert an d his arm
y were at h an d
I d n o t forego m
We sh all n eed m
ore
y pr ayer
Far m
ore th an mortal stre n gth to win thi s field 3
Thi n k you my frie n ds tis n ot a fooli sh th i n g
T o b eg God s ble ssi n g o n a c lo udle ss day
An d the n forget i t whe n the stor mis o n
The se prie sts re c k n o t the b ase vi c i ssi tudes
Whi c h m
ak e u s holy bl asphe m
o us by t ur n s
But fair or fo ul sweet plen ty or gri mwar
They revere n tly p ay their du e to God
Let us go in an d hu m
b ly see k H is grac e
R ufu s Wh at father wo u ld you stay suc c e ss for
prie st s P
Wi llia m Ay boy — for i ll is won a vi ctory
Not Go d s
R ufus (la ugbs rougbly)
An d do st tho u thi n k
th at war is God s
T h at he wh o pray s the lon ge st wi n s the fi ght ?
pio u s boy ! If I
Wi llia m Do st do ub t i t ? I m
L et s R obert
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Thou spak st in e ar n e st I wo uld strik e thee dow n
Co me sir go in to hear the m
M ake h aste
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W illi a m of No rm a n dy
1 12
wou n d (Looking of; L) See
the field is our s
ad c h arge
O ld Gi ffard c arrie s all in his m
They flee m
The day is ours
Oh brave
y liege
a s a tten tion seem
p
Tb
c K i g scarcel
s
y
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B ut
n ot a
de ath
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little
S udden ly
in terested
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fromleft
,
R obert witb
Where is the varlet earl
There
by
,
en ter
ba lf doz en
a
mI u hor ed P
hi
s
n
th at tree
[R usbes forwa rd witb dra wn sword
en ofl é r resistan ce S ud
Wa rwick s m
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den ly R obert
an d
i
reco n z es
g
ps b ck
My father
dro
a
bis
.
my f ther !
O
a
Wa rwick (stepp ing forwa rd fi ercely )
'
ho u gracele ss son
An d try thy g u ilty steel
t
arwick
W
[
a bou t
.
Y es,
he
,
Stan d cle ar I say
o n Warwi c k s he ad !
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seiz es
to
fa tber
b
ru s
n o a tten tion ,
bis battle a x e
-
at
bu t
m
bi
.
falls
an d
R obert
on
on e
before b isfa tber
is
pay s
kn ee
Forgiven e ss father I i m
plore ! Thy c oir
S o hid thy face th at I mi stook thee for
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c
m
l
R
i
h
o
n
d
a
E
3 art thou hur t to de ath m
y
father ?
I do re p e n t 3 I craved thy Nor man dy
R obert
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I 13
I led th i s ho st agai n st thee praye d to win
B ut 0 m
y father I h ave n ever sough t
To run upo n thee in the ope n field
T0 ki ll my sovereig n lord my ki n g my blood
Thou l t m
e n d I pray S ay thou forgivest m
e
[Willia msits silen tly in p roud disdain
e heart
On e word 0 father ! I h ave yet so m
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ong pa use, in wbicb R obert k n eels
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beseecb i gly a n d
silen tl
After
y
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R obert gets up
Willia mstill
sits
m mm t
so
o
e
en s,
f turn s a way
an d b a t
.
To thi n k thi s little h an d u n horsed the man
Who rode li k e wi n ge d terror thro ugh o ur r an k s
Im
ight h ave g u esse d— n o other fight s so fier c ely 3
N 0 other ban d c o uld h ave uplift th at mac e
Wh i c h had it falle n thi s sc e n e had b ee n rever sed
S ave th at n o l i fe had st aggere d fro mth at b lo w
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[Tu rn s again
William
to
ake agree m
Come father let us m
e n t full 3
en to c am
p Wh at boot s it n ow
Let s c all the m
Th at they do h ac k at o n e an other still
Whe n thou an d I the c h i efe st i n the figh t
et ?
H ave so un t i mely m
For mother s sake
I b eg of thee speak o ffer m
e cheer
e so m
an dy I pro m
i se th at I ll swear
Gran t Nor m
True fealty as thy v assal duke thy m
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W illi a m of No rma n dy
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S ay b ut
the word I ll call my arm
s aw ay
P
u ses f
or a re
p ly but Williamstill
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say s n otb ing
.
Wh at
word ? No ble ssi n g to forgive
My c ri me ag ai n st thy he ad ?
,
n ot a
[Goes down
B ut
E n ter
soldier,
L,
wb o
on
bis k n ee aga in
peak o n e wor d
s
p
to R obert
ru n s
.
a n d s ea ks
q uickly
.
H aste Duk e ! di sorder in our ran ks
A ro ut
The Earl of B uck i n gh amh ath forc ed our right
B ack on the spears of Ric h m
o n d All is lo st
Un le ss the sight of thee can rally the m
e!
R obert (sp rin gs up ) R un say I c o m
S oldier
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x it
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soldier
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(Tu rn s to b isfa tber aga in ) Good father th i s is h ard 3
,
It is un n atural to loo k di sdai n
To speak n o ble ssi n g on my p e n i te n ce
Yet o n c e ag ai n
,
n
O
[
Wi lllia ms
’
ca lls to
b is
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say ing n otbing,
m
en
R ober t
.
Then forw ard to the fight !
x eu n t L, R obert
E
[
an d
bis
m
en
Wa rwzck Thy su cc o ur boy li ke thy l ate pe n i
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W illi a m of No rm a n dy
16
Warwick My lord tho u
,
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art
bu t
mo me t rily
n a
Struck down 3 thou soo n wilt be thy self agai n
ean while trust thy faithful e arl s to keep
An d m
Thy ki n gdo msafe for thee Wh at s mor e do st thi n k
You n g R o bert w i ll give up P Are the se lon g mon th s
Thi s siege of Gerb eroi thi s v i ctory
To be thrown in the fire P I s all our work
S ti ll to be do n e ag ai n ?
Pe ace Warwi ck peace
I did c all o ffour arms for sub tler re aso n s
Th an thou can st co m
prehe n d There are so me
thi n g s
Hur t more th an lo ss of lan d
My l i ege tho u lt n ot
an dy ?
Gran t R obert Nor m
Warwi ck n o m
ore
Tis n ot a q ue stio n of a pie c e of l an d
Fe tch men c o n vey m
Then see
e to m
y te n t
Th at B ucki n gh aman d R i c h mo n d h ave w i thdraw n
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E n ter S brewsbu ry
an d
Clare
as
an d
prison ers
m
ki gb m Here
a t- a r
B uc
n
B uckingba
in
mwit/
m
m
B eles
z
ffour
cb a rge o
e
en
s
.
a
.
are
the
raitors !
Ro b ert
t
h ath e scaped
Ri di n g in p an i c with his ro uted c rew 3
An d Wi lli amof Bre teuil h ath fl ed with
,
m
hi
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
Thy
me e ger t bid
j u t i ti me to he
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e e the fight
Was s n
c
c k our hot p u r su it 3
I vo we lo st but Arn old o n a spe ar
Drip s li k e a ro asti n g goo se
Where is Earl R i c h m
on d ?
B uckin gb a m He al so c o m
e s en raged th at he s
c alled off
Th at th us his lifted m
ac e was caugh t in air
It was n o t wi sely do n e my l i ege
No m
ore
I g ave the order 3 thy p art was to o b ey
B uckingb a m I h ave m
y lor d
The n silen tly obey
k
ng
m
Co
e
B
u
i
c
S b ewsbury (to B ucking/ta m
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ham thi s is su f
fi cien t spoil
The kin g can scarc e re call the vi c tory
e m
y liege the
(To tbc king) B efore thy order c am
field
ade
The se capital o ffe n ders c apt i ve m
Was so m
u c h o urs th at R ob er t c ould but flee 3
His sole advan t age is th at he e sc aped
To Gerb eroi to st arve or fight agai n
sel
William(supporting bim
f witb on e ba n d on
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otb er on
m) I would
ar
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n ot
tbe
f
sbou lder o
a
m
ee m u n grateful
s
an - a t
.
Y ou
to- day
R
igh t v li tly h ve fought
a an
a
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
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you c o n vey suc h to you r m
Eac h m
an sh all b e rew arded twi c e his worth
e
P
oin ting to Cla re a n d B elesm
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The se two are pledge s of yo ur work well don e ?
an y h un dred o f
S b rewsbury Ay they w i th m
their m
en
ery ?
Wi llia m Wh at troubleth thee Mo n tgo m
Art thou fai n t ?
e m
S b ewsbu iy (witb som
i ori) Tis n aught m
y
liege ; n aught b ut a little sc rat c h
Wi lliam Go to thy te n t an d h ave it c ured
str aightw ay 3
Del ay is fat al
B
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S brewsbu ry (aside) Nay tis everythi n g !
My son m
y o wn blood t ak e n w i th the se h an d s !
May Willi amn o w h ave m
ercy on m
y boy !
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Willia m I fe ar Earl B uck i n gh am th at little
scrat c h
Was deeper th an it loo ked H e s bet ter go n e
u rn ing to Cla re
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St an d out Co un t Clare an d spe ak thi n e own
defe n ce
Thou h as t bee n capt ured with a rebel ro ut
Thou h ast fore sworn the o ath of fe alty
C an s t thou i n ve n t so m
e pl au sible exc use
An d beg th at
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Wi llia m(witb
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good dea l
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ple n dour of God s head
Stern ay de servi n g stern ! Do thy dese rts
Pe cu li arly de m
en c y ?
an d grea t c le m
Cla e I sai d I feared n ot wh at the c o n seque n c e
Wi llia m Cl are can st tho u o n thy soul p o i n t to
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S ave whe n I stopped Alen gon s base i n sul t
Or whe n I c u t the S ax o n s dow n at Ely
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I n whi c h I h ave n ot r ather p ardo n ed the m
The n wre ak ed a vi c i ou s ve n ge an c e ? C an st tho u
Cl are
Clare My liege I do retrac t Thy man n er
ster n
The fe ar of thee th at sh ak es the heart s of m
en
Work s e asy tran sfor m
in ds
atio n in their m
U n til they feari n g thee thi n k thy act s c ruel
I too h ave b ee n a d upe li k e Co un t B elesme
H ave frette d fan c ied j ust i c e was mi sr ule
But thou h ad st n ever love of o i led word s 3
I will n ot ple ad ; I st an d here for m
y fate
Willia m Good Cl are thy he ar t is tru stier th an
thy he ad 3
Yet wh at is love withou t d i recti o n ?
uddle p ates
An d wh at faith sh all we hope of m
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When Clare their fam
ou s co un sellor thi n k s wro n g
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T
urn in g to B eles
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case other th an the l ot of Cl are ?
e No n e other
sire
Al as I sought
B elesm
c h an ge ;
An d n ow I h ave it !
e.
I s thy
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m lf bi k
Mer y 0 my k i g !
t d) U p m ! grovel
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William(disgus e
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no
for mer cy n o
e es e r ses s a
e ace
Thy p art was plai n ly to co n sider first
Whether tho u dst st an d the sho ck n o t to ru sh o n
An d the n tran spier c ed to cry the spe ar was sh arp
Thi s grovelli n g is a wo man s way an d should
If given re i n be h arb i n ger of tears
Now mark yo ur sen te n c e H an g you sh all n ot yet
I do c o n sig n you to E arl B uckin gh am
Who an I n ot m
i stak e will w ard yo u well
B ut fir st I bid you for thi s c le m
en cy
To put off ar ms an d hel man d kn eeli n g swear
As you do v al u e life the leige m
an s o ath
B
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e an d Cla e p u t of tbeir a rm
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B eles
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kn eel before
tkon
p u ts
b is
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B l m He r m
e leige m of
y lord ! I be o m
yours for life d li m
b
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b an ds between
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
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will k eep fa ith an d loyalty to you for l i fe an d death
e
God help m
Willi m Thi s the n the k i ss of thy i n ve st i t ure
t
S
[ oop s a n d kisses b isforebead
Whe n we h ave b rought thi s war to proper en d
Tho u sh alt o n p ay me n t of suffi c ien t sum
Return to thy o wn fi ef
Cla e (pu tting b is ba ds between Wi llia ms)
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m
Hear m
lor
d
!
I
b
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c
o
e
leige
man of yo urs for
y
life an d li m
b an d e arthly reg ard 3 an d I will k eep
faith an d loy alty to you for life an d de ath God
help me
Wi llia m(kissi g bim
) Thy fate Co un t Cl are
Shall t ally with B elesme s E n o ugh of th i s
Earl B uc k i n gh amt ak e c u stody of Cl are
e
Warwi ck with speed
An d R obert of B elesm
Se n d to the q uee n so me trusty me sse n ger
S ay R o b ert is still safe in Gerb ero i
S ay R obert won the fiel d
Wa wick
Not th at my liege
Wi llia m B y he ave n yes S ay R o bert won the
fiel d
For c erte s we ve n ot won 3 to morrow morn
We bre ak the siege an d m
ar c h to i n terc ept
Lor d B i shop Odo if as ru m
o ur saith
He sail s with men ac e fro mthe I sle of Wight
Warwick My lord de stroy the l abo ur of a ye ar !
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SCEN E
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Ti
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Tb ree weeks la ter
B
radin g,
I sle
Cb a irs
an d
ben cbes
cou rt
Tbe
a
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D oors R
eitber
f Wigb t
H a le in
castle.
rudel
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togetber
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a re
md p diti
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ex
door,
an d
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m
pl
an d si
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bu n ts,
clerk,
S ix
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two by
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on
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few
or
Wi llia m Odo Wa rwick
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got
A ll ex cep t tbc clerk
cou n cil.
an a r
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ppoin tmen ts
an d
S b rewsbury ,
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E ven ing
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P a lace
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—a ll sitting in
a re
m
dressed asfor
m tw
en -a t- a r
o at
s,
Wi llia ms eka ir
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Willia m(to Warwick ) No
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more th
an
twelve ?
Did Than ulfn ot report
That eight we n t secre tly by b oat to n ight ?
It m
ay t ak e fight i n g 3 twelve is scar c e e n ough
W rwick T welve m
en well ar m
ed w i ll suffi c e
H ard by
A hu n dred w ait I fe are d more o n the p ath
M ight mak e too gre at a n oi se
I c rave your pardo n
My liege to i n terr upt 3 m
ay we n o t he ar
Why we thus sit in c o un c il ? If tis n aught
B ut set ti n g se n tr i e s I m
ay the n retire ;
Mu c h oc c up atio n
Willia m(pay ing n o a tten tion to Odo) Art thou
well assured
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The trai tor mu st desc en d th at path ?
He m
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He k n o ws the s c e n t is t a e n No o ther way
I s sw i fter to his bo at s an d speed will dro wn
All thought of caution
May he n o t e scape
By s k irti n g u n der n e ath the c li ffs ?
My lord
The ti de s at flood 3 he mu st de sc e n d on e way
Odo My liege the n igh t s alre ady old
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Thou seemst in haste
Odo)
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my liege I thought
I f there were oth i g weighty to w rd
mtter
Where i m
el m
ight b of v i l
y o
I d r ve your k i d per mi io to dep rt
I h ve mu h
u h
Willi m M h to do God he d too m
Odo
(u n easily)
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T hen str aigh tway to the po i n t Do st th i n k I calle d
The se bu sy e arl s for n othi n g ? Or do st th i n k
I spoke to R ic h mo n d of n o weighty thi n g ?
H ast thou n o i n tere st Odo in the se twelve
Who go to i n terc ept the traitor kn igh ts ?
Thou art the c hiefe st traitor for arre st
My earl s thi s stew ard of my shire of K e n t
H ath while I st ayed in Nor m
an dy b u t added
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A c rown in g tre achery to his tre ason kn ow n
Warwi ck arre st the E arl of Ke n t
My liege
Odo (sp ri ging up )
ere highway
On wh at goo d c h arge ? Thi s is m
work ;
e slight pretext
ust h ave so m
E ve n a k i n g m
a frighte n
lVillia m Odo thy ill so ught words m
y
so m
e
Twere wi ser to k eep peac e for by m
y c row n
I ll n o t h ave more 0 thi s masq uerade A bi sho p
An d ste ali n g li k e a c u t thro at to h is c r i m
e
i n d so bli n d
Oh O do is thy ih b re d m
Th at it can see n o tre aso n in thy ac t s ?
H ast tho u n o left h an d eye to spy upon
The mad man ip ul atio n s of the other ?
Who b o ast s th at he was E n gl an d s gover n or
e n t to himme an t greed an d g ai n ?
Whe n gover n m
Who le n t m
y R obert hi dde n tre ac hero us aid ?
Who whi sper s in the ear of Hil debr an d ?
Who dre am
itre ?
s of ca r di n al s cap an d triple m
Who are the se eight m
en sli n k i n g to tby b o at s
To bid tby ship s wait b ut an other ho ur ?
An d had I gr an ted le ave for thee to go
To joi n tho se ship s to e mbark with all thy arms
To sail to Fr an c e to sei z e defe n cele ss R ou en
To vi sit Hil deb ran d in R o me wh at the n
Were n ex t ? E n o ugh ! B eyo n d I d are n ot thi n k
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
h lt have fu ll heari n g Do but n am
e
W h at c o m
p urg ator s thou c an st n ame Mean while
U n der suspi c io n of the highe st treason
Thou mu st b e hel d Warwick arre st the earl
orwa d Odo ra ises
A
s Wa rwick steps f
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bis ban d a n d sp eaks in a n ecclesi
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H an ds o ff a prie st of God ! For sh am
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Sir Earl
Th at thou sho uld st thre ate n forc e
Co me q u ietly
An d I sh all n ot n eed for c e
Odo
No s i r I ll n ot
K n ow thi s A b i shop can n ot be so t a e n
Whether by forc e or g ui le I n viol able
Is m
fi ce
y high o f
erc y man !
God a m
Tal k n o su c h c an t i n g st uff S ub mit I say
Or b y the roo d we ll bi n d thee lik e a serf
[Warwick sta tsforwa d bu t stops again
Odo
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Odo
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b is b an d
an d
p ro
mly
Od B ew re ! A the m i thy rew rd
If W rwi k tho d re
h prof t i o
Wi lli m(l gb ) Wh t frighte ed by hi o th !
n ou n ces sole
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Wi llia m Tho u
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W illi a m
of
No r m a n dy
12
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good m
y l i ege I fe ar
No m
ortal m
es 3
an n or yet spri te s gobl i n s gn o m
But I c an n ot cour t hell fi re w i thou t dre ad
Willia m Thou sho u ld st n ot fe ar to ride the
ford s of hell
If on e to who mthou owe st loyal ty
B ade thee go c at c h a mi sc re an t flee i n g pri e st
Thi s bi shop is n o Pope ! Still m
ore n o God !
an sh all b e exco m
An d n o m
mun ic ate
Wi thou t m
y si gn ature
y
Tis b l asphe m
Odo
My Ki n g thy wi c ked n e ss is p ast belief !
Willia m(laugbs rudely ) P ast thi n e ! B y he ave n
thou h ast n o b elief !
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er a sbort p a use tu r n ing to tbc coun cil
f
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Will n o o n e here perfor mthe l i ttle serv i c e ?
Arre st a traitor earl ?
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Go d s sple n dour the n
ta ting, be ste
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Odo
my elf
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(
ra ises
bis b an d again )
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B eware
wrath
the
of Go d
Thou d ar st n ot tou c h the B i shop of B ayeux
Wi llia m I do n ot k n ow the B i shop of B ayeux
Thou c o me st here in h auberk c oif an d hel m
With l an c e an d sword without the slightes t h i n t
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
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ep i scop al Where is thy c ro ss ?
Thy mi tre ? Where sign of i n ve st i t ure ?
A b i shop sir is on e who th i n k s on God 3
I n ow arre st a di sob edie n t earl
Ofstate
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M a tilda
castle.
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Mo ther he was rele n tless ad am
an t
e an ly u n der
M atilda Nay Robert thou dos t m
st an d him
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Thi n k wh at the i n sult to his h aughty spiri t
To b e u n hor sed by thee— by an yon e
An d the n to h ave the vic tor see k himout
F i n d himthere brok e n on the grou n d an d fl i n g
Dete st able ge n ero sity in his fac e !
R obert B ut m
other thi n k how h ard i t was for
R obert
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
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Th at thou did st quarrel with himto ok st m
y side
An d n ever would st be re c on c iled un til
He made a full ame n d ?
Where was I R obe rt
Whe n tho u in Gerb ero i h adst n eed of m
e?
I n R oue n — in m
Nay boy
y hu sb an d s hou se
Do st th i n k I can str i ke offmy love of him
As a gay child c u ts pop p ie s w i th his stick ?
Dos t thi n k whe n I did g i ve m
y soul to him
An d every day for thir ty ye ar s h ave g i ve n
Dost th i n k th at I can n o w re c l ai mthe g i ft
Or wo u ld reclai mit ?
For thy elde st son ?
If he lay b ur i ed seve n foo t u n der grou n d
Tho u dst give thy l i fe s b lood for his re surrect i o n ?
I s th at n o t wh at thou said st ?
My l i fe boy yes !
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a ou t
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bis n eck
Ah R ob er t th at were l i t tle for a mother !
Her son s are all th at j ust i fy her life 3
An d if they n eed her life — tis theirs to u se !
As she was bor n for the mshe d d i e for the m
No matter wh at the i ssue ! She loveth the m
If they do see k so m
e n oble e n terpri se
A n d if they tur n their u n de servi n g h an d s
To wan ton c r i m
e — she loveth the mas well
As she was bor n for the mshe d di e for the m!
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
B ut
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though she give her pre sen t life
May thi n k to give her so u l — she c an n ot q ue n ch
N 0 n ever ! wh at is more th an life an d love
Wh at is the very e ssen c e of her soul
Her b re ath for thi s world an d the world to c om
e
I n di ssolu ble is the sac rame n t 3
An d whe n a wo m
an th i n k s th at she wi ll t ake
Wh at she h ath wholly give n tak e agai n
As though the bleedi n g frag m
e n t were the sam
e
As th at u n m
ated p art the m
ai de n k n ew
An d give as she dee m
s fi t — she sl ay s her so u l
u st see how
(After a p ause) Ah R o be rt thou m
great the tor m
en t ;
H ow I would give thee wh at is n ot m
i n e o wn 3
How therefore wh i le the father an d the son
Pers i st in such u n holy stri fe the mothe r s heart
B ou n d soul an d b ody to both co m
b at an t s
Must bleed for b oth
Mother n o more I b eg !
I pro m
ise thee I swear by all the sai n ts
Never while father l i ve s to raise my h an d
Agai n st his po wer There mother dear
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My
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e tio n ate boy B ut I had wished
Oh I ami n s ati ate in love m
y boy
I had wi shed more th an th at th at thou woulds t try
My
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af
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
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To p lease thy father— n ay do n ot surly look
To learn to kn ow his he art—for he is ster n
Ay s tern b ut chiefly shy di stru stfu l R o b er t
an y le sso n s in d i str ust
H e h ath had m
An d wi ll n o t tre at thee fran kly as he should !
Thou m
u st sub m
it to le arn
I can t su bmi t
R obert
I ll kee p the tr uce—but well perh ap s his son
H ath so m
e sm
all herit age of the father s pride
M a tilda Oh R o b e rt th i n k—th i n k wh at it
me an s to him
Thi n k wh at it mean s to thee For thou m
u st r ul e
Mu st o n e day r ule amo n g the se lawle ss cou n ts
As he for forty years hath don e ; n o other
Fro mfirs t
C an so well te ac h thee how to rule
To l ast he h ath achieved his will ! a boy
He won his thro n e 3 on e after on e a l awle ss b ar on age
He curbed or b rok e as n eed dic tated it
Ivo the worst the cruelle st is redu c ed
An d n ow si ts po werle ss in his petty fe e ;
Why ere an o ther day I wai t the word
That tell s ho w Odo s su bjug ati on
Co m
ple te s thy father s toil
Nay n o t fro mhim
R obert
I ll learn 3 I h ave a di ffere n t way wi th the m3
C all it a man n er co m
rade sh i p or love
e you will— tis n ot oppressio n !
Gi ve it wh at n am
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a
k
T ry for m
s
e!
y
R obert (afl er
mm t
a
en
o
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s besita tion
more ple !
Thy words b t me mori e th
) Nay
,
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mother
,
a
no
For thee
I d do God kn o ws — b ut i t wo u ld n ot help
Nay I ll to Italy
But do thou say
Whe n m
y defe at
y liege lord b oas ts over m
An d sho uts h i s po n derou s o aths do thou b ut hi n t
Th at thou h ast j u st a fai n t su sp i c i on
The offspri n g of an u n p atern al sire
So m
ehow h ath learn ed wh at fi li al love m
ay m
e an
M a tilda Nay R obert speak n o t so 3 for fili al love
Co m
es l am
ely whe n it c o me s by dep uty
R obert I amdecided m
other ; b eg n o m
ore
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M a tilda H ast thou su ffi c i e n t for thy n eed
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R obert Ay,
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no
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an d
mother I mwell u p pl i ed 3—y t
,
a
e
s
w,
Sin ce thou h ast b rought it to m
in d I kn o w
ym
H ow costly life can be ; i f e asi ly
T hou c an st arran ge to sen d to me abro ad
all ai d s I sh all b e gr ateful
Oc cas i o n al sm
M a tilda Mo st will i n gly m
y boy B ut go n o t so
Wi thou t thy m
other s ben ed ic t i o n
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pro sper
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An d
where er thou go
Still carry in thy mi n d re m
em
bran ce cle ar
Ofthy high youthful he art 3 profan e it n ot 3
Oh n ever so i l thy i m
per i sh able soul
R obert Fare well de ar m
E
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peak goes to tbe door a n d
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co m
e fromthe ki n g to day ?
N 0 word ? I re ad it in thy de sert look
Go bid the abbot c o m
e with pen an d scr i p
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Gasto n , has word
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a tilda
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A l i ttle si lver— i s th at all ? Poor boy
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large cb est, fro
wbicb sbe takes som
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CURTA IN
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V
ACT
S C EN E
m
Ti
R ouen ,
Wi llia
bis
m
Williamon
s castle.
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curta in rises, an a tten da n t
Wi llia
e
in
E n ter,
as
wbo gives tbe king a
mdi i
m There —I mbe tter n ow
dose of
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Tis ve ry stran ge
takes cup
an d e
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So l i ttle m
atter in a c up can do
Su c h i n st an t work E h there be p o te n t thi n g s
Men put in c ups
A
p
a use a t tbc en d o
w
b
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cb a fi t
f
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cougbin g rouses
mf mbi
bi
ro
f
o
s reverie
.
Fo ur ye ars ago i t was
We lo wered her ge n tly do wn her vigour go n e
ile of the you thful m
other
O n ly the swee t s m
U pon her whi te cal mfac e Alas M at i ld a
S i le n tly d i dst thou go witho ut a word !
[An otber pause
Th at boy he was her life— an d was her de ath
[An otber p a use 3 tben a fi t ofcougbing
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
A
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Wa rwick
an t
a ttendan t
Fin ally,
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goes for
re- en ter a tten d
witb Warwick
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rl of Warwi ck
E
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i
[ t
Co me hi ther He n ry
IVilliam (ba tf rising)
Beau m
on t It is sweet
To see a good fr i e n d in an evi l hour
Would st gue ss it —I th at n ever yet h ave l ac k ed
For occ up ation h ave l ai n idle thu s
Till I do l i sten for the min ster b ells
A n d greet their c hi me as twere a fri en dly vo i ce ?
Warwick T is lo n g an d hard m
Y et
y l i ege
thou sh al t me n d
Me though t to see a w asted b ody here 3
I n stead I fi n d thee little c h an ge d— st i ll k i n g !
WilliamAy Warwi ck 3 but a k in g m
us t tell h i s t ale
An d at the l ast b e c ram
med ig n o bly in
A c ou n terp art of himth at to i l s through l i fe
Wi th c o n stan t fe ar he shall n ot o wn in de ath
Six feet of l an d for de c e n t buri al
Thi s world is but a frag me n t of our dre ams
We hoped to be a castle w i th its to wers 3
An d whe n the chro n icler c o n s our sad ru i n s
He fi n ds us but a h alf buil t brok e n k ee p
Warwick Wh at vai n i m
ag i n a tio n s the se m
y lord
For on e who e en abed doth s till affrigh t
My liege
Atten da n t
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The l awles s i n to order
Ay, wh at
ew s ?
are t hi n g s the n so well ?
Com
e tell m
e Warw i ck
I s Brit tan y sti ll q uie t ? The lit tle b ird s
Th at tw i t ter here ab out the castle e ave s
Spe ak so of peace I h ave at ti me s b ee n fai n
To fan cy Nor m
an dy at l ast had re st
The l an d is
Wa rwick Nay soo th m
y lord
very s till
The B re to n D uke do th prac t i ce o n ly love
Willia m An d R obert ?
R o b er t is yet in I t aly 3
Too i dle r um
our saith to m
ake a stir
ewb a t vebem
en tl
William(som
y) Nay th at is
worse th an whe n he o ffered forc e
N 0 so n of m
i n e Earl Warwi ck sho uld k n o w slo th
An d sloth in It aly I fe ar m
e an s sin
an dy wh at an i n herit an c e is th i n e !
0 Nor m
B ut wh at of Fran c e ? I s Ph i lip still e n sc o n c ed
Fram
in g defi an t se n te n c e s but yet
i n dful n ot to tre ad a bat tle fi eld? [La ng/ts
O er m
e
Wa rwick Ay still the s am
Wi lli m(eage ly witb a sm
ile)
What is h i s
late st threat ?
Wa rwick He ari n g the d uke was fat of l ate abed
He said in je st tw as t i me th at R obert cam
e
To cl ai mthe dukedo mere th at he h i mself
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An n exed i t
as
his o wn
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Ay,
Spe ak truly Warwi ck !
Y et m
ore u n sp o k en
,
el se ?
thy eye I see
ay,
In
wh at
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Twas n othi n g
more
Nay,
the je st
,
my lord 3
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There was ! T ell all
Philip h ath b ut added
.
Wa rwick Nay
,
.
the
to
je st ;
Tis sc urr i lou s an d ill b e see m
s a ki n g
Wi lliam Wh at ad ded ? Tell m
e
h ath he
called m
es ?
e n am
An d are they b an die d upo n Nor m
an to n gue s ?
por t n ow? Whe n thou art
Warwick Wh at i m
well agai n
The n tho u sh al t he ar an d Ch asti z e as thou wi l t
Wi llia m B ut I ll hear n ow— spe ak o ut
Well good m
liege
y
K i n g Phili p who ten ye ars h ath o c c upied
The Vex i n as his own n ot o n ly raid s
an b order but doth cl ai m
Alo n g the Nor m
Co m
plete c on trol of the disputed town s
Pon toi se Ch aum
o n t an d M an tes 3 an d whe n h i s
heed
Was called to thy de m
an d s he l aughed ou trigh t
S ai d there was n ought to fear fro mNorm
an dy
an — m
Now govern ed by a wo m
ean i n g thee !
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SCEN E
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Ti
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M a n tes
in
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A few weeks la ter, towa rd even ing
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fl am
In
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tbe
foregrou n d
m pill gi g p
witb
N or
a
an s
n
Wreckage a n d asbes in
bouses
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mk
tbc backgrou n d s
l
are
d
C
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a
m g tb
on
Tbey look
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mli b d
de
o
tbe street
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s e
In
fi re
o e an d
Afl er tb c soldiers bave passed on ,
a
a rtl
y
street,
a
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en ter,
a bou t
R , M owbray
en ts
om
for a few m
e ruin s
.
Clare All g ar n ered c le an
Your S axo n or
yo ur Fran k
e s to pl un der
May st an d the b ru n t b ut whe n it c o m
an b o w
e the n o stril of a Nor m
Give m
M owbray (witb a gesture a t tbe ruin s) Well is
the t aun t aven ge d ? or doth the du ke
Still m
ean to marc h on Pari s P
Pari s man !
Do st thi n k the fox who won by strategy
When he was seve n tee n who pl ayed his foe
es du n e s at Ely an d at M an te s
At V al—
Who r arely fough t b efore the figh t was wo n
Do st thi n k he ll n ow go lay his he ad in the sn are ?
Nay bur n i n g M an te s fulfill s his thre at of ve n ge an c e
H ow terri bly
M owbray Ay wh at a threat
fulfille d
We were hot he aded Cl are an d very you n g
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T o choose the other side 3 for li k e ure fate
Work i g it way by igh t a d day whe m
en
Are bl i thely u w re of g theri g loud
Yet s tr ik i g w i ftly whe the tormis o
s
s
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na
n
n
s
a
n
n
n
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a
s
n
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c
s,
s
n,
So is his co n stan t s tory Fro mthe first
He h ath see n c lear his c ourse an d sun or rai n
He hath pu shed o n u n fr i e n de d to su c c e ss
Clare Ay such a leader was Can ute meth in ks 3
B ut n ot so terr i ble n o t so i n te n t
b
e p a use to wa tcb two N orm
T
Nor so alo n e
an
[ y
soldiers wb o p a ss n oisi y
l
Mowbray Nay an d C an u te was ge n tler
Here is a fitt in g m
on u men t th i s M an te s
To Wi lli ams work So York so Ely I sle
Fro mfi rst to l ast fro mV al es d un e s to M an tes
He h ath laid waste an d pro spered 3 he was born
Ay ro ck ed to b attle 3 suc kled to the sword ;
M ade terr i ble at a l i ttle wo man s bre ast
Clare No Mowb ray warwas thru st upon the duke
Whe n but a boy an axe was in his h an d s
An d in h i s he art a voi c e th at called to him!
Thou h as t n o helpers win thou must alo n e !
ighty v i c tory
An d he h ath wo n a m
For th i n k you Mowbray ! Varaville an d Se n l ac
e n ts
An d all his b attles p i tc hed were tour n am
Mere pleas an t j ous ti n g to th at graver war
Wh i ch he through thirty ye ars h ath w aged alo n e
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
Mow b ray an d m
y self an d R o b e rt
An d R alf of Norfol k an d Fit z Osb ern s so n s
An d Odo trai tor b i shop of B ayeu x
The se were his e n e m
i e s i n h i s own re al m3
An d o n e by on e they are all set aside
Or turn ed to service an d allegi an c e
Thi n k what the an gui sh if his love were gre at
eti me s dre amit m
ight h ave bee n 3
As I do so m
Thi n k wh at the travail whe n his spirit c alled
For order an d re strai n t for leg al c ode s
For trade an d ple n ty an d pro sp eri ty
Then rudely in l i ke to these c o m
mo n men
The se t hi ev i n g p i kem
en we h ave j u s t beheld
There alw ay s c am
e a qu arrelsom
e me n age
e!
Great b aro n s i f you like 3— Go d save the n am
No Mowbray York an d M an te s were thrust u p o n
I
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Art thou aware that in n o c i vi l court
He h ath allowed death Pe n alty assig n ed ?
an s m
Th at for the fi rst ti me in m
em
ory
ful of gold
A c i ti z e n with boso m
ole sted through th i s real m?
May travel u n m
n t ai n ed ; an d m
m
c y too
us
i
ce
he
h
h
i
er
a
t
a
t
J
Why he did love the tall st ag s of the glade
As though he were the i r father
Ay he loved
The deer far better th an h i s fr i e n d s good Clare 3
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Warwick Sh ame Mo wb r ay !
I s thy lesso
,
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yet lear n ed ?
k i n g is n ot yet
n n ot
The
dead 3 an d were b e dead
Twould be un seem
ly th u s to re ck o n pri z e
ass is su n g !
E re he is l aid in e arth —ere m
B e side s we h ave far other work t o n ight !
To br in g our m
fere the Ki n g of Fr an c e
en o f
Hear i n g of Will i ams acc ide n t m
ak e s b old
To att ack us thu s c o n fu sed
Nay b ut you two
Gather wh at m
en you w i ll 3 I see k the d uk e
On e Mow b ray by your le ave h ath le arn ed ere n ow
How servi c e m
ay m
ake sure its o wn re ward
E
x
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Wa rwick Eh wh at thin loyalty
Clare (after walking on ce or twice up an d down
tbc street)
Nay thou can st t al k
Earl Warw i ck 3 thou art fo u n d 3 but whe n a m
an
H ath fed o n favour all his 1ife —why the n
u st forg i ve himif he crave his food
On e m
H ad Mowbray stayed w i th us to c all the troop s
It had bee n differe n t ; but n ow m
y lord
Well si m
p ly th i s ! I amn ot yet an e arl
a
t
r
a
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Wa r wick Oh Willi amwill they p lu n der thee
er e death
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m Ay An el m d ys h ve tur ed to
mo me ts ow
Tis well co fess i o h th b ee n mde to d y 3
T o morro w my be b t d w
lm
My l i ege
A
Seek t more s p eech ; thou h t f t i gued thysel f
Th
t be
o ther d y
t righ t there my
I f thou dos t n ot w e Pr y spe k n o more
Willi m N fur ther peech
Why I h ve jus t
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William An sel mthere
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for
m
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be
no
good n igh t s res ts
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Wh at wo rth co n fess i o n of m
y guil t i f
I
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Co mplace n t i n the salvi n g of m
y sin
D i d n ot d i re ct m
y hei rs did n ot d i sp ose
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
I50
The reg ul atio n of m
y l an d s ?
m
My liege
I p ray thee re st a little wh i le Ju st n o w
The B i shop Mamin ot thy c hief phy si c i an
B ade me as I came in to let thee speak
On ly su c h word s as h ard n ece ssity
Forced froma dy in g soul an d the n m
y self
To add in brief so m
e word s to co m
fo rt thee 3
n hour !
n
a
d
u
k
e
h
ve
b
ee
o
er
B ut good m
w
e
a
y
day A n sel mI can talk an y le n gt h
Wi llia m To—
If I should re st
An d I do fe ar del ay
B y so me mysteriou s i n flue n c e I kn ow
I d c om
e n ot back ag ai n 3 b ut still sleep on
To sse d by m
s b y thi n g s u n s aid
y troubled dre am
e spe ak t o day ; whe n I h ave do n e
Nay let m
The n I sh all fi n d re st e asy an d m
y sleep
Wi ll co m
e upo n m
of c h i ldhood
e l i k e the c h ar m
C all Rufu s an d you n g He n ry in 3 br in g all
They all sh all he ar— the Bi shop of Li sie ux
The Abb o t of Ju mi ege s an d wh at mo n ks
The abb ot choo se Ala s It is sore sh am
e
That R ob er t is n ot here Still i f there be
e baro n s of h i s rou t
I n S t Ge rv ai s so m
Let the mco m
e too 3 I would th at all should he ar
An d he ari n g wit n e ss b e ar 3— for An sel msword s
Now ru sti n g through di su se will fl ash ag ai n
Before m
en can so w
y corp se is cold ! if m
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Which whatever the re p o rt h ath gai n ed
,
,
B y a l ittle servi ce
migh ty s i n
an d a
its go al
.
First be ar in mi n d m
y so n s th at roy alty
We ars its c h i ef si gn i n royal se rvi c e s 3
Th at ki n gs h ave n o p e rmi s si o n to e n l i st
The i r cou n try s r i che s for their p rivate wron gs ;
Tha t wi th the i r pr i vilege they m
ust n eed s con s i der
The N ation s life the i r l i fe its wro n g the i r wro n g 3
Th at by their very k i n g shi p they h ave swor n
ighty God
U n fl in chin g fe alty to Al m
e to face their fi n al court
An d when they co m
To tell on trial wh at was truly don e
There is n o n ext app e al n o deferen ce !
Their life s to j ustify by their o wn deeds
An d as we c ou n t it gre ater c r i m
e for on e
Who st an d s high in the st ate to bre ak his o ath
Than for a c ot tager so amon g ki n gs
The o blig at i o n is i n fran g i ble
Thu s thi n kin g 0 m
y so n s I h ave wel l see n
How l i ttle wor thy m
i n e own l i fe h ath bee n
C ruelty an d avarice h ave m
arked m
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A n d o n ly by a m
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By God s ab u n d an t merc y th at I l i ve
To s ave m
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bed of himth at com
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Be loy al to the churc h 3 suppo rt its n eeds
Full seve n tee n m
on asterie s h ave I fou n ded
Fortres se s stro n g wherei n the strife is e er
T is n o ti m
To co m
b at fl eshly lust s
e n ow
Th at I should seek to j usti fy m
y self 3
B ut th i n k yo u it n ot fooli sh th at a m
an
Should pray to Go d yet n ot p rov i de for p rayer ?
B e loy al to the c hurc h 3 support its n eed s
Througho ut the se real m
s of Nor m
an dy an d
En gl an d
There is a su ffer i n g swarmof poor an d m
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Ay on e wi se k i n g m
ight spe n d a c o n stan t life
ities
E asi n g the b urde n s of in fi rm
I n stead through fifty ye ar s I have so ugh t war
A c hild eight ye ar s of age was I left here
To gu ard as b e st I m
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An d fro mth at day to th i s I h ave born e ar m
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For p eace a little peac e wherei n m
T hose fi elds I ravaged in my pride of gai n
Thy childre n s so n s
0 York d i sm
an tled Yor k !
T en ge n erati o n s he n c e wi ll cou n t thy sc ar s
An d p o i n t u p o n the m
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Now call s a
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Th at sc arred thee Ay fro mMorte m
er to M an tes
My rule h ath run with b lood ; I he ar the cry
Out spoken years ago at Wi n che ster
The cry of ! ueen M atild a ! Whe n m
y lord
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Oh whe n sh all we h ave do n e with blood an d war !
Nay E n gl an d got by stri fe an d held by strife
D are I gran t thee to an yo n e b ut God ?
May He rule thee here after !
[After a p a use turn ing to R ufus
Yet my son
If En gl an d will h ave m
y su c c e ssio n
I do c o mme n d the thron e to thee Rule well 3
Here is a le tter writ
R u le pe acefully
An d se aled with my own h an d to m
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Ally thyself with him3 of all tr u e m
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He is the wi se st be st
R o bert sh all h ave
Si n ce he is eldest heir thi s Norman dy
ight see c learlier cert ai n good
Would Go d I m
mi t
An d He n ry to thy h an d I here c o m
A weight of s i lver — full five hu n dred poun d s
Nay look n ot so askan ce 3 Tis surer worth
Th an l awle ss loveles s l an d s Wh at s m
ore to the
matter
Thou yet sh all hold it all ; on e day I see
y sterious sight I kn ow n ot well
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
de Guit ry Are there m
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M am
in ot My fellow prel ate Odo of B ayeux
I am
IVilliam Nay n ot of him good p rie st
persuaded
Th at Odo h ath n o si n gle sm
all dese rt
For b id th at I should wron g a prie st of God
B ut Mamin ot this Odo was an earl
A treacherou s tru c ule n t earl H imI trusted
A do z en years an d more 3 an d every trus t
Was basely m
i sc on strued for his own g ai n
Nay n ot of Odo !
A n selm
B ut m
y liege why n ot ?
I f R oger who did Ope n ly lead ar m
s
Agai n s t thy thro n e i f he be n o w set free
Why n o t the b i sho p too ?
Ope n revol t
Good An sel mis les s d an gerous by far
ak i n g pre te n c e of s upport to h i de
Th an m
Nefariou s prac t i ce s
B ut ho w of o ther s
Siward an d Morkere ? They both secretly
An d o pe n ly as c i rcu m
s tan ces c alled
Led i n surre c ti o n b ase —yet they go fr ee
Willia m An sel mn o m
ore of Odo ! We have
talk ed
God s grace an hour an d h ave n ot yet agreed
Odo sh all s tay in g aol
To
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My liege t ake though t
Ti s po ssible th at Odo h ath de served
Severes t c en sure but is t n ow the ti m
e
T o free so man y arch o ffe n ders yet
As though on e m
ade di f
ore m
fere n ce to pau se
At on e ? To he sit ate be cau se th at on e
Provoked m
ore p rivate spite
lVilliam(fi ercely)
Nay th at i s fals e
An selm(going rigbt on boldly but calm
ly) Wh at
if men say i n ste ad of p r ai si n g thee
This k i n g a h arsh man by n e c e ssi ty
Le ar n ed so the h ab i t of severe re stra i n t
Th at o n his de ath —bed wi th a gloriou s ch an ce
O fh allowi n g his reig n by k i n dli n e ss
He sp i tefully m
fere n c e
ade petty di f
Bore m
ali c e to a b i shop of the c h u r c h
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William A n sel m tis n ot a grac i ous speech of
thi n e
An selm S apie n ti a dictata secu s v i de tur
Willia m Thou k n owe st b efore all m
en th at I
co n fe ssed
R ecou n ted all m
y si n s gave to the c hurch
Thou kn o wes t I h ave ever loved the c hurc h ;
Thou k n owe st too I n ow act as I do
Not o ut of pr i vate spi te n or yet bec ause
I hold perver se to the en d 3 thou art aware
That Odo free would set this real mo n fi re
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Th at an y her i t age w i th himabro ad
Were be tter n ot i n her i ted
My liege
An selm
I thi n k n ot of the c o n sequen c e Thi s real m
Whe n thou art go n e w i ll bur st in turb u le n c e
Whether or n ot the b i shop is set free
I thi n k o n ly of thy fai r n ame of wh at
Men m
ight well say Thi s k i n g in ruli n g harsh
Died with a Chri sti an co n sc ie n ce cle ar forgave
W i thou t a p al try qu i bble over who m
All m
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M am
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The abb ot doth spe ak wi sely 3 heed his words
How saith the Proverb ? Tis a wi se m
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To p ass tran sgre ssion by T ake tho ught m
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W illi a m of No r m a n dy
A swar mof s tay at ho m
e s If they had m
arched
e did i n his wars their fe ar I warran t
As so m
Would h ave o u tlasted de ath
T i s p ast b elief !
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See h i s fe atures h arden — gr i man d cold
As they were won t to sti f
fe n in his life
Whe n he we n t forth to batt le I n Scotl an d thu s
H e looked an dwhe n he c heered usthrough the sn o ws
To Che ster 3 an d at Se n l ac I re m
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q uite Ch ri sti an !
too stern too lo n ely 3
He b elon ged to e ar lier ti m
es to Nor ther n Gods ;
E ve n n ow he e n ters at Valh alla s g ate s
To sit at fe ast with Od in an d his peers
on k
n otber p ause during wbicb tbe m
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