Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
Bishop, place the crown upon his head.
Bishop, put the crown on his head.
crown on his head go bishop
God save King Henry, of that name the Sixth!
May God protect King Henry, the Sixth of that name!
May God bless and keep King Henry the Sixth!
god bless king henry the sixth
Now, Governor of Paris, take your oath,
That you elect no other king but him;
Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
And none your foes but such as shall pretend
Malicious practices against his state:
This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
Now, Governor of Paris, take your oath that you will elect no other king but him, consider none your friends except those who are his friends, and recognize none your enemies except those who will pursue malicious acts against his state. You shall do this, so help you righteous God!
Governor of Paris, swear now: you'll crown no one but him as king, you'll only befriend those loyal to him, you'll only oppose those working against him, and you'll protect his rule. Swear this before God.
gov of paris swear ur oath only him as king only his friends r ur friends only his enemies r ur enemies so help u god
My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
To haste unto your coronation,
A letter was deliver’d to my hands,
Writ to your Grace from th’ Duke of Burgundy.
Your Majesty, as I rode from Calais to get to your coronation, a letter was delivered into my hands, written to your Grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
Your Majesty, I was riding from Calais to reach your coronation when someone handed me a letter from the Duke of Burgundy, addressed to you.
rode from calais to ur coronation got letter from duke of burgundy
Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
I vow’d, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
To tear the Garter from thy craven’s leg, [_Plucking it off_.]
Which I have done, because unworthily
Thou wast installed in that high degree.
Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest.
This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
When but in all I was six thousand strong
And that the French were almost ten to one,
Before we met or that a stroke was given,
Like to a trusty squire did run away;
In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
Myself and divers gentlemen beside
Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss,
Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
This ornament of knighthood, yea or no?
Shame on the Duke of Burgundy and you! I swore, base knight, when I would next meet you, to tear the Garter from your craven leg. Which I have now done, because you were unworthily installed in that high degree. Pardon me, noble Henry, and the rest. This coward, at the battle of Patay, when I had only six thousand soldiers in all, and the French were nearly ten to one against us, before we even met or a stroke was given, ran away like a faithless squire. In that battle we lost twelve hundred men. I myself and several other gentlemen were surprised and taken prisoners. Then judge, great lords, if I have done wrong, or whether such cowards ought to wear this ornament of knighthood, yes or no?
This is shameful—shame on the Duke of Burgundy and on you! I swore that when I saw you again, I'd rip that Garter off your cowardly leg. And I just did, because you never deserved that honor. Pardon me, King Henry, and the rest of you. This man ran away at Patay, when I only had six thousand men and the French had nearly ten times that. Before we even fought, he bolted like a scared squire. We lost twelve hundred men that day, and I was captured along with other nobles. So tell me, lords: did I wrong him, or shouldn't a coward like that be stripped of knighthood?
shame on u & the duke i ripped off ur garter bc u never deserved it at patay u ran away we lost 1200 men i got captured should cowards get to be knights
To say the truth, this fact was infamous
And ill beseeming any common man,
Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.
To tell the truth, this act was infamous and unsuitable for any common man, much more for a knight, a captain, and a leader.
Look, to be honest, that's shameful behavior for anybody, but especially for a knight, a military commander, and a leader.
thats shameful especially for a knight & leader
When first this Order was ordain’d, my lords,
Knights of the Garter were of noble birth,
Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
Not fearing death nor shrinking for distress,
But always resolute in most extremes.
He then that is not furnish’d in this sort
Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
Profaning this most honourable Order,
And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
When this Order was first established, my lords, Knights of the Garter were of noble birth, valiant and virtuous, full of proud courage, men who had grown honored through warfare, not fearing death or suffering pain, but always resolute in the hardest extremes. He then that is not furnished in this way merely steals the sacred name of knight, profaning this most honorable Order, and should, if I were worthy to judge, be completely stripped of rank, like a peasant-born swain who presumes to boast of gentle blood.
When the Garter was first created, my lords, its knights were noble, brave, virtuous, and known for their courage in war. They never feared death and always stood firm in the worst situations. Anyone who doesn't live up to that ideal isn't really a knight at all—he's just stealing the title and dishonoring the Order. He should be stripped of rank, like some peasant who falsely claims to be noble.
garter knights were noble & brave they never feared death this guy isnt living up to that he shouldnt be a knight
Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear’st thy doom!
Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight;
Henceforth we banish thee on pain of death.
Disgrace to your countrymen, you hear your judgment! Be gone, therefore, you that were once a knight. From this point forward we banish you on pain of death.
You're a disgrace to your country, and you've just heard your sentence. Pack up and leave—you're no longer a knight. We're banishing you, and if you come back, it's death.
ur a disgrace get out now banished on pain of death
And now, my Lord Protector, view the letter
Sent from our uncle, Duke of Burgundy.
My Lord Protector, I need you to examine this message from our uncle, the Duke of Burgundy.
My Lord Protector, take a look at this letter from our uncle, the Duke of Burgundy.
read the letter from our uncle burgundy
What means his Grace, that he hath changed his style?
No more but, plain and bluntly, “To the King”!
Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
Or doth this churlish superscription
Pretend some alteration in good will?
What’s here? [_Reads_] “I have, upon especial cause,
Moved with compassion of my country’s wrack,
Together with the pitiful complaints
Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
Forsaken your pernicious faction
And join’d with Charles, the rightful King of France.”
O monstrous treachery! Can this be so,
That in alliance, amity, and oaths,
There should be found such false dissembling guile?
What does his Grace intend, that he has changed his style? No more the formal greeting, but plain and blunt: "To the King"! Has he forgotten who his sovereign is? Or does this rude salutation suggest some change in his good will? What is this? I read: "I have, moved by special reason and compassion for my country's ruin, together with the pitiful complaints of those whom your oppression feeds upon, abandoned your destructive faction and joined with Charles, the rightful King of France." Oh monstrous treachery! Can this be true, that in alliance, friendship, and sworn oaths, such false and deceitful trick could be found?
Wait—why is he changing how he addresses the King? It's no longer formal; it's just plain "To the King." Has he forgotten who his sovereign is? Is this rude greeting a sign he's turning against us? Let me read this: "I've decided, because I feel sorry for France and I hear so many complaints about how you're oppressing people, to stop supporting you and join Charles, the real King of France." Are you serious? This is monstrous betrayal. We were allies, friends, bound by oaths—and now this? This kind of sneaky treachery?
why did he stop using formal greeting did he forget whos king he joined charles instead of us thats monstrous treachery how can allies betray like this
What! Doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
What? Does my uncle Burgundy rebel?
What? My own uncle Burgundy is turning against us?
wait my uncle burgundy rebelled
He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
He does, my lord, and has become your enemy.
Yes, my lord. He's now your enemy.
yes hes ur enemy now
Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
Is that the worst news this letter contains?
Is that the worst of what he writes?
thats the worst news
It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
That is the most terrible news, and nothing else appears in his letter, my lord.
That's the worst of it, my lord—that's all he says.
yup thats all he says
Henry tries to be a king but doesn't understand the symbolic power of his gestures. Picking the red rose is meant to be neutral ('I love both families'), but it's read as favoritism. He forbids the duel, which is authoritative, but the underlying conflict is unresolved — York walks out resentful, and we're told Henry's gesture has only deepened the wound. Henry is trying to lead through reason and moral persuasion, but he's dealing with men for whom faction has become identity.
Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
And give him chastisement for this abuse.
How say you, my lord, are you not content?
Well then, Lord Talbot there shall speak with him and give him punishment for this offense. What do you say, my lord? Are you willing?
Then Talbot here will go talk to him and teach him a lesson for this insult. What do you say, Talbot? Are you up for it?
talbot go deal with him teach him a lesson are u in
Content, my liege! Yes, but that I am prevented,
I should have begg’d I might have been employ’d.
Willing, my sovereign! Yes, but that I am forestalled—I would have begged to be given this task.
Absolutely, my king! I was going to ask for this myself before you offered it.
yes id already ask for this task
Then gather strength and march unto him straight;
Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason,
And what offence it is to flout his friends.
Then gather your forces and march toward him now. Let him see how much we resent his treachery and what an offense it is to turn against his friends.
Then go get your army together and head to him. Show him how angry we are about his betrayal and how serious it is to betray his allies.
gather ur army & go now show him how angry we r hes betrayed us
I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
You may behold confusion of your foes.
I go, my lord, with my heart still wishing that you may witness the defeat of your enemies.
I'm going, my lord. My only wish is to see your enemies crushed.
going now hope to crush ur enemies
Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
Grant me the right to combat, gracious sovereign.
Your Majesty, let me fight.
let me fight
And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
And I request the same privilege, my lord. Allow me to fight as well.
And me too, my lord. Let me fight as well.
me too let me fight
This is my servant; hear him, noble prince.
This is my servant. Hear what he has to say, noble prince.
This man is my servant. Listen to him, Your Highness.
hes my man listen to him
And this is mine, sweet Henry, favour him.
And this one is mine, sweet Henry. Show him favor.
And this one is mine, Henry. Be good to him.
this ones mine favor him
Be patient, lords, and give them leave to speak.
Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim,
And wherefore crave you combat, or with whom?
Be patient, lords, and let them speak. Tell me, gentlemen, what is the reason for your outburst, and who is it that you wish to fight?
Patience, everyone. Let them have their say. So tell me, what's the problem, and who do you want to fight?
let them speak whos ur beef with
With him, my lord, for he hath done me wrong.
With him, my lord, because he has wronged me.
Him, my lord. He's done me wrong.
him he wronged me
And I with him, for he hath done me wrong.
And I with him, for he has wronged me.
And him, because he's done the same to me.
him too he wronged me
What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
First let me know, and then I’ll answer you.
What wrong is it that you both claim? First explain it to me, and then I will answer you.
What did he do to both of you? Tell me what happened, then I'll decide what to do.
what did he do tell me
Crossing the sea from England into France,
This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
Upbraided me about the rose I wear,
Saying the sanguine colour of the leaves
Did represent my master’s blushing cheeks
When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
About a certain question in the law
Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
With other vile and ignominious terms.
In confutation of which rude reproach,
And in defence of my lord’s worthiness,
I crave the benefit of law of arms.
Crossing the sea from England into France, this man here, with a jealous and carping tongue, insulted me about the rose I wear, saying the red color of the petals represents my master's blushing shame when he stubbornly refused to accept the truth about a certain legal question argued between the Duke of York and him. With other vile and insulting words. To answer this rude reproach and defend my lord's honor, I ask for the right to fight.
We were sailing from England to France, and this guy kept making mean jokes about the red rose I wear. He said the color showed my master's shame—like he was blushing because he lost some legal argument with the Duke of York. He said other nasty things too. To shut him up and defend my lord's reputation, I'm asking to fight him.
sailing to france he made fun of my red rose said it meant my masters shame wanted to defend my lords honor let me fight
And that is my petition, noble lord;
For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him,
And he first took exceptions at this badge,
Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
Bewray’d the faintness of my master’s heart.
And that is my request, noble lord. Though he tries with his clever false reasoning to hide his bold intention, know, my lord, that I was provoked by him. He first attacked this badge, saying the whiteness of this flower reveals my master's cowardice.
Same thing, my lord. Look, I know he tries to make it sound like he was just joking, but he started it. He insulted my white rose first, saying it proved my master was a coward.
same thing he attacked my white rose said it meant my master was coward he started it
Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
Will this grudge not be left alone, Somerset?
Somerset, are you going to keep holding this grudge?
u gonna keep feuding somerset
Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
Though ne’er so cunningly you smother it.
Your private grudge, Lord of York, will come out, no matter how carefully you try to hide it.
Your real grudge is going to show, York, no matter how hard you try to cover it up.
ur grudge will show york no matter how u hide it
Fastolf's humiliation is swift and final. Talbot doesn't just beat him — he methodically removes every source of honor: the knighthood, the public face, the place in the court. Fastolf is banished. The scene shows that the code of honor, for all its rigidity, has real power — violate it completely and you're erased from the world. Yet this moment of honor-enforcement happens as the state itself is cracking apart. The code matters, but it's not enough to hold the realm together.
Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,
When for so slight and frivolous a cause
Such factious emulations shall arise!
Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
Good God, what madness rules in these foolish men, when for such a small and trivial reason such competitive conflict will rise up! Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, calm yourselves, I ask, and be at peace.
What's wrong with you people? This is insane—you're fighting over something so small and stupid. York and Somerset, I'm begging you both: stop it and make peace.
this is insane fighting over nothing york somerset stop it make peace
Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
And then your Highness shall command a peace.
Let this quarrel first be settled by combat, and then your Majesty can command a peace.
Let us fight it out first, and then you can order us to make peace.
let us fight first then u order peace
The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
The quarrel concerns none but us two. Between ourselves let us decide it.
This is between us two—just let us settle it ourselves.
its just between us let us settle it
There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
There is my pledge of honor. Accept it, Somerset.
Here's my word on it. Take it, Somerset.
heres my word accept it
Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
No, let it remain where it started in the first place.
No, we should settle this the way it began—between us.
let it start where it began
Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
Confirm it so, my honorable lord.
Agree to that, my lord.
agree to that
Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!
And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
With this immodest clamorous outrage
To trouble and disturb the King and us?
And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
To bear with their perverse objections,
Much less to take occasion from their mouths
To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves.
Let me persuade you take a better course.
Confirm it so! Let your conflict be destroyed! And perish you with your bold noise! Presumptuous servants, are you not ashamed to trouble and disturb the King and us with this unruly and loud outrage? And you, my lords, I think you do not act well to allow their stubborn objections, much less to take occasion from their words to start a fight between yourselves. Let me persuade you to take a better path.
Agree to it? Curse your fighting! And curse your arrogant noise-making! You servants should be ashamed of yourselves—you're disturbing the King and us with all this rude shouting. And you nobles—I don't think you should even listen to their complaints, let alone let them start a feud between you two. Please, take my advice and stop this.
stop fighting stop ur arrogant noise serves shd b ashamed nobles dont start feuds please stop
It grieves his Highness. Good my lords, be friends.
It troubles his Majesty. Good lords, be friends.
The King is upset. Please, just be friends.
kings upset be friends
Come hither, you that would be combatants:
Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
And you, my lords, remember where we are:
In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation;
If they perceive dissension in our looks,
And that within ourselves we disagree,
How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
To willful disobedience, and rebel!
Beside, what infamy will there arise
When foreign princes shall be certified
That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
King Henry’s peers and chief nobility
Destroy’d themselves and lost the realm of France!
O, think upon the conquest of my father,
My tender years, and let us not forgo
That for a trifle that was bought with blood!
Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
I see no reason if I wear this rose,
Come here, you two who want to fight. From this moment on, I order you, as you value my favor, to completely forget this quarrel and its cause. And you, my lords, remember where we are: in France, among a fickle and changing nation. If they see division in our expressions and that we disagree among ourselves, how will their resentful hearts be stirred to willful disobedience and rebellion! Besides, what shame will come when foreign princes hear that for a toy, a worthless thing, King Henry's peers and top nobility destroyed themselves and lost the realm of France! Think about my father's conquest, think about my young years, and do not lose what was bought with blood! Let me judge fairly in this doubtful fight. I see no reason why, if I wear this rose,
You two come here. From now on, I'm ordering you both—and you value my support, don't you—to forget this whole thing. And you nobles, think about where we are: in France, surrounded by people who are ready to turn against us if they see we're divided. If they think we're fighting among ourselves, they'll rebel. It's shameful to think that foreign kings would hear we lost France over a toy, a worthless thing—that our top nobles destroyed ourselves over nothing. Remember my father's victory, remember I'm just a kid, and don't waste the blood he spilled. Let me decide this fairly. I don't see why, if I wear this rose,
stop fighting both of u we r in france if they see us divided they will rebel dont lose what dad won with blood let me decide this
That anyone should therefore be suspicious
I more incline to Somerset than York.
Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both.
As well they may upbraid me with my crown
Because, forsooth, the King of Scots is crown’d.
But your discretions better can persuade
Than I am able to instruct or teach;
And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
So let us still continue peace and love.
Cousin of York, we institute your Grace
To be our Regent in these parts of France;
And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
And like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
Go cheerfully together and digest
Your angry choler on your enemies.
Ourself, my Lord Protector, and the rest
After some respite will return to Calais;
From thence to England, where I hope ere long
To be presented, by your victories,
With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout.
That anyone should think I therefore favor Somerset over York. Both are my relatives, and I love them both equally. They might as well blame me for the crown I wear just because the King of Scots was crowned. But your good judgment can persuade better than I can teach. Therefore, since we came here in peace, let us continue in peace and love. York, I appoint you as Regent in these parts of France, and Somerset, combine your cavalry with his foot soldiers. Like true loyal subjects descended from noble ancestors, go together happily and direct your anger at your enemies instead. I, my Lord Protector, and the rest will return to Calais after a rest, then to England, where I hope soon to be presented—by your victories—with Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous crowd captured.
So don't think I favor Somerset over York. They're both my relatives and I love them both. That's as silly as blaming me for my crown just because the King of Scots was crowned. But your wisdom can persuade better than I can teach, so let's keep the peace and love we came with. York, I'm making you Regent of France, and Somerset, work together with him. Act like true loyal subjects and take all that anger out on your enemies instead. I'll rest here and then go back to England, where I'm hoping you'll bring me Charles, Alençon, and all those traitors captured.
don't think i favor one over the other i love you both york you're regent of france somerset work with him fight the enemy not each other
My Lord of York, I promise you the King
Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
My Lord of York, I promise you the King just now acted the part of an orator rather elegantly.
My lord of York, I have to say—the King just gave a pretty good speech.
kings speech was pretty good
And so he did; but yet I like it not,
In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
And so he did; but I do not like it because he wears the rose of Somerset.
Yeah, it was. But I don't like it because he's wearing Somerset's rose.
yeah but he wore somersets rose that bothers me
Tush, that was but his fancy; blame him not;
I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
Quiet, that was merely his whim. Do not blame him for it. I dare say, noble prince, he meant no harm.
Come on, that was just what he felt like doing. Don't blame him for it. I bet he didn't mean anything bad by it.
chill it was just what he wanted he didnt mean it
An if I wist he did—but let it rest;
Other affairs must now be managed.
And if I knew he did—but let it go. Other matters need our attention now.
If I found out he did mean something by it, well... never mind. We have more important things to deal with.
if he did mean it i wud b mad but whatever we got bigger problems
Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
I fear we should have seen decipher’d there
More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
But howsoe’er, no simple man that sees
This jarring discord of nobility,
This shouldering of each other in the court,
This factious bandying of their favourites,
But sees it doth presage some ill event.
’Tis much when scepters are in children’s hands;
But more when envy breeds unkind division:
There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.
Well done, Richard, to hold your tongue back. If your heart's passions had burst out, I fear we would have seen revealed there more bitter spite, more furious and raging conflicts than can even be imagined or assumed. But however it is, no simple person who sees this jarring disagreement of nobility, this crowding of each other in court, this factional backing of their supporters, but knows it signals some bad event coming. It is serious when scepters are in children's hands, but worse when envy creates unkind division. There comes the ruin, there begins the chaos.
Well done, Richard, for keeping quiet. If you'd let your anger out, I think we'd have seen even more bitter hatred and rage than we can even imagine. But the truth is, anyone who sees all this—the nobles fighting, pushing each other in court, backing their own favorites—knows something bad is coming. It's bad enough when a child is king, but when nobles are envious and divided against each other? That's when things fall apart. That's where ruin begins.
good job keeping quiet richard if u talked wed c more rage nobles fighting in court something bad coming thats how kingdoms fall
The Reckoning
This is the play's political climax. Fastolf is destroyed for cowardice, showing the code of honor is real. Burgundy's defection is a strategic catastrophe — England's position in France collapses. But the deeper crisis is internal: Henry's court is tearing itself apart over the roses. Henry tries to manage it by picking a rose himself (Somerset's red), thinking this resolves it. He doesn't understand that the gesture itself will be read as favoritism and will deepen the wound. He's shown one moment of real authority (forbidding the duel), but it's too late and too fragile. Exeter's closing speech confirms what we've seen: faction trumps nation.
If this happened today…
A new president's coronation ceremony is interrupted by news of a major military defeat caused by an ally's defection. A national hero publicly degrades and expels a cowardly general. Then two courtiers supporting rival power factions demand the right to fight a duel to defend their masters' honor. The president tries to calm things by picking one faction's symbol, thinking this shows he's in control. He forbids the duel. But everyone in the room knows the underlying tensions haven't changed — they've just been suppressed. An experienced advisor tells the camera afterward: 'This will end badly. The factions are stronger than the nation now.'