2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 2 of 32
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Brave Peers of England, Pillars of the state, To you Duke Humphrey must unfold his grief, What did my brother Henry toil himself, And waste his subjects for to conquer France? And did my brother Bedford spend his time To keep in awe that stout unruly Realm? And have not I and mine uncle Bewford here, Done all we could to keep that land in peace? And is all our labours then spent in vain, For Suffolk haveth new made duke that rules the roast, Hath given away for our King Henry's Queen, The Duchess of Anjoy and▪ same unto her father. Ah lords, fatal is this marriage canselling our states, Reversing Monuments of conquered France, Undoing all, as none had near been done. Why how now cousin Gloster, what needs this? As if our King were bound unto your will, And might not do his will without your leave? Proud Protector, envy in thine eyes I see, The big swollen venom of thy hateful heart, That dare presume 'gainst that thy sovereign likes. Nay my Lord, 'tis not my words that troubles you, But my presence, proud Prelate as thou art: But i'll be gone, and give thee leave to speak, Farewell my Lords, and say when I am gone, I prophesied France would be lost ere long. There goes our protector in a rage, My lords, you know he is my great enemy, And though he be Protector of the land, And thereby covers his deceitful thoughts, For well you see, if he but walk the streets, The common people swarm about him strait, Crying, Iesus bless your royal excellence, With, God preserve the good Duke Humphrey. And many things besides that are not known, Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphrey, But I will after him, and if I can, I'll lay a plot to heave him from his seat. But let us watch this haughty Cardinal, cozen of Somerset, be ruled by me, we'll watch Duke Humphrey and the Cardinal too, And put them from the mark they fain would hit. Thanks cousin Buckingham, join thou with me. And both of us with the Duke of Suffolk, we'll quickly heave Duke Humphrey from his seat. Content, come let us about it strait, For either thou or I will be Protector. Pride went before, Ambition follows after, Whilst these do seek their own preferments thus, My lords, let us seek for our country's good, Oft have I heard this haughty Cardinal Swear, and forswear himself, and brave it out, More like a Ruffian then a man of church. cozen York, the victories thou hast won, In Ireland, Normandy, and in France, Hath won thee immortal praise in England. And thou brave Warwick, my thrice valiant son, Thy simple plainness and thy housekeeping, Hath won thee credit amongst the cownon sort, The reverence of mine age, and Nevels name, Is of no little force if I command, Then let us join all three in one for this, That good Duke Humphrey may his state possess, But wherefore weeps Warwick my noble son?
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Braue Peeres of England, Pillers of the ſtate, To you Duke Humphrey muſt vnfolde his griefe, VVhat did my brother Henry toyle himſelfe, And waſte his ſubiects for to conquer France▪ And did my brother Bedford ſpend his time To keepe in awe that ſtout vnruly Realme? And haue not I and mine vnckle Bewford here, Done all we could to keepe that land in peace? And is all our labors then ſpent in vaine, For Suffolke hethe new made duke that rules the roaſt, Hath giuen away for our King Henries Queene, The Dutches of Anioy and▪ ſame vnto her father. Ah lords, fatall is this mariage canſelling our ſtates, Reuerſing Monuments of conquered France, Vndoing all, as none had nere beene done. VVhy how now coſin Gloſter, what needes this? As if our King were bound vnto your will, And might not do his will without your leaue▪ Prowd Protector, enuy in thine eies I ſee, The big ſwolne venome of thy hatefull heart, That dare preſume gainſt that thy ſoueraigne likes. Nay my Lord, tis not my words that troubles you, But my preſence, prowd Prelate as thou art: But ile be gone, and giue thee leaue to ſpeake, Farewell my Lords, and ſay when I am gone, I prophecied France would be loſt ere long. There goes our protector in a rage, My lords, you know he is my great enemy, And though he be Protector of the land, And thereby couers his deceitfull thoughts, For well you ſee, if he but walke the ſtreetes, The common people ſwarme about him ſtraight, Crying, Ieſus bleſſe your royall excellence, With, God preſerue the good Duke Humphrey. And many things beſides that are not knowne, Which time will bring to light in ſmooth Duke Humphrey, But I will after him, and if I can, Ile lay a plot to heaue him from his ſeate. But let vs watch this haughtie Cardinall, Coſen of Somerſet, be rulde by me, Weele watch Duke Humphrey and the Cardinall too, And put them from the marke they faine would hit. Thanks coſin Buckingham, ioyne thou with me. And both of vs with the Duke of Suffolke, Weele quickly heaue Duke Humphrey from his ſeate. Content, come let vs about it ſtraight, For either thou or I will be Pctor. Pride went before, Ambition followes after, Whilſt theſe do ſeeke their owne preferments thus, My lords, let vs ſeeke for our countries good, Oft haue I heard this haughtie Cardinal Sweare, and forſweare himſelfe, and braue it out, More like a Ruffin then a man of church. Coſen Yorke, the victories thou haſt wonne, In Ireland, Normandie, and in France, Hath wonne thee immortall praiſe in England. And thou braue Warwicke, my thrice valiant ſonne, Thy ſimple plainneſſe and thy houſe-keeping, Hath wonne thee credite amongſt the couunon ſort, The reuerence of mine age, and Neuels name, Is of no little force if I commaund, Then let vs ioyne all three in one for this, That good Duke Humphrey may his ſtate poſſeſſe, But wherefore weepes Warwicke my noble ſonne?