2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 7 of 32
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
You must either fight sirrah, or else be hanged: Go take him hence again to prison. Give me my glove, why minion can you not see I cry you mercy Madam, I did mistake, I did not think it had been you. Did you not, proud French-woman, Could I come near your dainty visage with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. Be patient gentle Aunt, It was against her will. Against her will good King she'll dandle thee, If thou wilt always thus be ruled by her: But let it rest, as sure as I do live, She shall not strike dame Elinor vnreuengde. Believe me my love, thou wert much to blame, I would not for a thousand pounds of gold, My noble uncle had been here in place. But see where he comes, I am glad he met her non Uncle Gloster, what answer makes your grace Concerning our Regent for the Realm of France? Whom thinks your grace is meetest for to send? My gracious Lord, than this is my resolve, For that these words the Armourer doth speak, Doth breed suspicion on the part of York, Let Somerset be Regent over the French, Till trial's made, and York may clear himself. Then be it so my Lord of Somerset, We make your grace Regent over the French, And to defend our rights 'gainst foreign foes, And so do good unto the Realm of France, Make haste my Lord, 'tis time that you were gone, The time of truce I think is full expired. I humbly thank your royal majesty, And take my leave to post with speed to France. Come uncle Gloster, now let's have our horse, For we will to Saint Alban's presently, Madam, your hawk, they say is swift of flight, And we will try, how she will fly to day. Here sir Iohn take this scroll of paper here, Wherein is writ the questions you shall ask, And I will stand upon this Tower here, And hear the spirit what it says to you, And to my questions, write the answers down. Now sirs begin and cast your spells about, And charm the fiends for to obey your wills, And tell Dame Elinor of the thing she asks. Then Roger Bullenbrooke, about thy task, And frame a circle here upon the earth, Whilst I thereon all prostrate on my face, Do talk and whisper with the devils below, And conjure them for to obey my will. Dark night, dread night, the silence of the night, Wherein the Furies mask in hellish troops, Send up I charge you from Sosetus lake, The spirit Askalon to come to me, To pierce the bowels of this centric earth, And hither come in twinkling of an eye, Askalon, Ascenda, Ascenda. Now Bullenbrooke, what wouldst thou have me do? First, of the King, what shall become of him? The Duke yet lives that Henry shall depose, Yet him out live, and die a violent death.
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You muſt either fight ſirra, or elſe be hangde: Go take him hence againe to priſon▪ Giue me my gloue, why minion can you not ſee I crie you mercy Madame, I did miſtake, I did not thinke it had beene you. Did you not, prowd French-woman, Could I come neare your daintie viſage with my nailes, I'de ſet my ten commandements in your face. Be pacient gentle Aunt, It was againſt her will. Againſt her will good King▪ ſheele dandle thee, If thou wilt alwaies thus be rulde by her: But let it reſt, as ſure as I do liue, She ſhall not ſtrike dame Elnor vnreuengde. Beleeue me my loue, thou wert much too blame, I would not for a thouſand pounds of gold, My noble vnckle had beene here in place. But ſee where he comes, I am glad he met her non Vnckle Gloſter, what anſwere makes your grace Concerning our Regent for the Realme of France? Whom thinkes your grace is meeteſt for to ſend? My gracious Lord, then this is my reſolue, For that theſe words the Armourer doth ſpeake, Doth breede ſuſpition on the part of Yorke, Let Somerſet be Regent ouer the French, Till trial's made, and Yorke may cleere himſelfe. Then be it ſo my Lord of Somerſet, We make your grace Regent ouer the French, And to defend our rights gainſt forraine foes, And ſo do good vnto the Realme of France, Make haſte my Lord, tis time that you were gone, The time of truce I thinke is full expirde. I humbly thanke your royall maieſtie, And take my leaue to poſte with ſpeede to France. Come vnckle Gloſter, now lets haue our horſe, For we will to Saint Albones preſently, Madame, your hawke, they ſay is ſwift of flight, And we will trie, how ſhe will flie to day. Here ſir Iohn take this ſcrole of paper here, Wherein is writ the queſtions you ſhall aske, And I will ſtand vpon this Tower here, And heare the ſpirit what it ſaies to you, And to my queſtions, write the anſweres downe. Now ſirs begin and caſt your ſpels about▪ And charme the fiends for to obey your wills, And tell Dame Elnor of the thing ſhe askes. Then Roger Bullenbrooke, about thy taske, And frame a circle here vpon the earth, Whilſt I thereon all proſtrate on my face, Do talke and whiſper with the diuells below, And coniure them for to obey my will. Darke night, dread night, the ſilence of the night, Wherein the Furies maske in helliſh troupes, Send vp I charge you from Soſetus lake, The ſpirit Askalon to come to me, To pierce the bowells of this centricke earth, And hither come in twinckling of an eie, Askalon, Aſcenda, Aſcenda. Now Bullenbrooke, what wouldſt thou haue me do? Firſt, of the King, what ſhall become of him? The Duke yet liues that Henry ſhall depoſe, Yet him out liue, and die a violent death.