2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 5 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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Oh we are undone, this is the Duke of Suffolk. Now good fellows, whom would you speak withal? If it please your majesty, with my Lord Protectors Grace. Are your suits to his grace? let us see them first, Look on them my Lord of Suffolk. A complaint against the cardinals man, What hath he done? Mary my lord, he hath stolen away my wife, And theyare gone together, and I know not where to find them, Hath he stolen thy wife, that's some injury indeed, But what say you? Mary sir I come to tell you that my master said, that the Duke of York was true heir unto the Crown, and that the King was an usurer. An usurper thou wouldst say. Yea forsooth an usurper. Didst thou say the King was an usurper? No forsooth, I said my master said so, th'other day when we were scouring the Duke of York's armour in our garret. Yea mary this is something like, Who's within there? Sirrah take this fellow and keep him close, And send out a Pursuivant for his master strait, we'll hear more of this before the King. Now sit what's yours? let me see it, What's here? A complaint against the Duke of Suffolk for enclosing the commons of long Melford. How now sir knave? I beseech your grace to pardon me, I am but a messenger for the whole towneship So now show your pension to Duke Humphrey. Villames get ye gone, and come not near the Court, Dare these peasants write against me thus? My Lord of Suffolk you may see by this, The Commons loves unto that haughty Duke, That seeks to him more than to King Henry, Whose eyes are always poring on his book, And ne'er regards the honour of his name, But still must be protected like a child, And governed by that ambitious Duke, That scarce will move his cap nor speak to us, And his proud wife, high minded Elinor, That ruffles it with such a troup of ladies, As strangers in the Court takes her for the Queen. The other day she vaunted to her maids, That the very train of her worst gown, Was worth more wealth than all my father's lands, Can any grief of mind be like to this? I tell thee Pool when thou didst run at Tilt, And stolst away our ladies hearts in France, I thought King Henry had been like to thee, Or else thou hadst not brought me out of France. Madame, content yourself a little while, As I was cause of your coming to England, So will I in England work your full content: And as for proud Duke Humphrey and his wife, I have set lime-twigs that will entangle them, As that your grace ere long shall understand. But stay madame, here comes the King. My lords, I care not who be Regent in France, or York, or omerset, all's one to me.
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Oh we are vndone, this is the Duke of Suffolke. Now good felows, whom wld you ſpeak withal? If it pleaſe your maieſtie, with my Lord Protectors Grace. Are your ſutes to his grace? let vs ſee them firſt, Looke on them my Lord of Suffolke. A complaint ag the Cardinalls man, What hath he done? Mary my lord, he hath ſtolne away my wife, And th'are gone togither, and I know not where to find them, Hath he ſtolne thy wife, thats ſome iniury indeed, But what ſay you? Mary ſir I come to tell you that my maſter ſaid, that Duke of Yorke was true heire vnto the Crowne, and that the King was an vſurer. An vſurper thou wouldſt ſay. Yea forſooth an vſurper. Didſt thou ſay the King was an vſurper? No forſooth, I ſaid my maſter ſaid ſo, th'other day when we were ſcowring the Duke of Yorkes armour in our garret. Yea mary this is ſomething like, Who's within there? Sirra take this fellow and keepe him cloſe, And ſend out a Purſeuant for his maſter ſtraight, Weele heare more of this before the King. Now ſit whats yours? let me ſee it, VVhats here? A complaint againſt the Duke of Suffolke for incloſing the commons of long Melford. How now ſir knaue? I beſeech your grace to pardon mee, I am but a meſſenger for the whole towne-ſhip So now ſhow your pention to Duke Humphrey. Villames get ye gone, and come not neare the Court, Dare theſe peſants write againſt me thus? My Lord of Suffolke you may ſee by this, The Commons loues vnto that haughtie Duke, That ſeekes to him more then to King Henry, VVhoſe eies are alwaies poring on his booke, And ne're regards the honour of his name, But ſtill muſt be protected like a child, And gouerned by that ambitious Duke, That ſcarce will moue his cap nor ſpeake to vs, And his prowd wife, high minded Elanor, That ruffles it with ſuch a troope of ladies, As ſtrangers in the Court takes her for the Queene. The other day ſhe vaunted to her maides, That the very traine of her worſt gowne, Was worth more wealth then all my fathers lands, Can any griefe of mind be like to this? I tell thee Poole when thou didſt runne at Tilt, And ſtolſt away our ladies hearts in France, I thought King Henry had beene like to thee, Or elſe thou hadſt not brought me out of France. Madame, content your ſelfe a little while, As I was cauſe of your comming to England, So wil I in England work your ful content: And as for prowd Duke Humphrey and his wife, I haue ſet lime-twigs that will intangle them, As that your grace ere long ſhall vnderſtand. But ſtay madame, here comes the King. My lords, I care not who be Regent in Fraunce, or Yorke, or omerſet, alls one to me.