2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 8 of 32
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 505 words
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What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk? By water he shall die, and take his end. What shall betide the Duke of Somerset? Let him shun castles, safer shall he be upon the sandy plains, where castles mounted stand. Now question me no more, for I must hence again. Then down I say, unto the damned pool, Where Pluto in his fiery wagon sits, Riding amidst the singed and parched smokes, The Road of Dytas by the river Styx, There howl and burn for ever in those flames, Rise Iordane, rise, and stay thy charming spells: Sons, we are betrayed. Come sirs, lay hands on them, and bind them sure, This time was well watched: what Madam, are you there? This will be great credit for your husband, That you are plotting treasons thus with Conjurers, The King shall have a notice of this thing. See here my Lord what the devil hath writ. Give it me my Lord, i'll show it to the King: Go sirs, see them fast locked in prison. My Lord, I pray you let me go post unto the King, Unto Saint Alban's, to tell this news. Content away then, about it strait. Farewell my Lord. Who's within there? My Lord. Sirra, go will the Earl of Salisbury and Warwick to sup with me to night. I will my lord. My lord, how did your grace like this last flight? But as I cast her off the wind did rise, And 'twas ten to one old Ione had not gone out. How wonderful the Lords works are on earth. Even in these silly creatures of his hands! Uncle Gloster, how hie your hawk did soar, And on a sudden soused the partridge down. No marvel, if it please your majesty, My lord Protectors hawk do tower so well, He knows his master loves to be aloft. Faith my Lord it is but a base mind, That can soar no higher than a falcons pitch. I thought your grace would be above the clouds. Yea my lord Cardinal, were it not good Your grace could fly to heaven. Thy heaven is on earth, thy words and thoughts beat on a crown, proud Protector, dangerous Peer, to smooth it thus with King and commonwealth. How now my lord, why this is more than needs, churchmen so hot! good uncle can you dote? Why not? having so good a quarrel, and so bad a cause. As how, my lord? As you, my lord, and it like your Lordly lords Protectorship. Why Suffolk, England knows thy insolence. And thy ambition Gloster. Cease gentle Queen, and whet not on these furious Lords to wrath, for blessed are the peacemakers on earth. Let me be blessed for the peace I make, Against this proud Protector with my sword. Faith holy uncle, I would it were come to that. Even when thou darest. Dare! I tell thee Priest, Plantagenets could never brook the dare I am Plantaganet as well as thou, and son to Iohn of Gaunt.
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What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke▪ By water he ſhall die, and take his end. What ſhall betide the Duke of Somerſet? Let him ſhun caſtles, ſafer ſhal he be vpon the ſandy plaines, where caſtles mounted ſtand. Now queſtion me no more, for I muſt hence againe. Then downe I ſay, vnto the damned poole, Where Pluto in his firie waggon ſits, Riding amidſt the ſingde and parched ſmoakes, The Rode of Dytas by the riuer Styx, There howle and burne for euer in thoſe flames, Riſe Iordane, riſe, and ſtay thy charming ſpells: Sonnes, we are betraide. Come ſirs, lay hands on them, and bind them ſure, This time was well watcht: what Madame, are you there? This will be great credit for your husband, That you are plotting treaſons thus with Coniurers, The King ſhall haue a notice of this thing. See here my Lord what the diuell hath writ. Giue it me my Lord, ile ſhew it to the King: Go ſirs, ſee them faſt lockt in priſon. My Lord, I pray you let me go poſte vnto the King, Vnto Saint Albones, to tell this newes. Content▪ away then, about it ſtraight. Farewell my Lord. Who's within there? My Lord. Sitra, go will the Earle of Salsbury and Warwicke▪ to ſup with me to night. I will my lord. My lord, how did your grace like this laſt flight? But as I caſt her off the wind did riſe, And twas ten to one old Ione had not gone out. How wonderfull the Lords workes are on earth▪ Euen in theſe ſeely creatures of his hands! Vnckle Gloſter, how hie your hawke did ſoare, And on a ſodain ſowſt the partridge downe. No maruel, if it pleaſe your maieſtie, My lord Protectors hawke doe towre ſo well, He knowes his maſter loues to be aloft. Faith my Lord it is but a baſe mind, That can ſoare no higher then a Faulcons pitch. I thought your grace would be aboue the clowdes. Yea my lord Cardinall, were it not good Your grace could flie to heauen. Thy heauen is on earth, thy words and thoughts beat on a crowne, prowd Protector, dangerous Peere, to ſmooth it thus with King and common-wealth. How now my lord, why this is more then needes, church-men ſo hote! good vnckle can you dote? Why not? hauing ſo good a quarrel, and ſo bad a cauſe. As how, my lord? As you, my lord, and it like your Lordly lords Protectorſhip. Why Suffolke, England knowes thy inſolence. And thy ambition Gloſter. Ceaſe gentle Queene, and whet not on theſe furious Lords to wrath, for bleſſed are the peace-makers on earth. Let me be bleſſed for the peace I make, Againſt this prowd Protector with my ſword. Faith holy vnckle, I would it were come to that. Euen when thou dareſt. Dare! I tell thee Prieſt, Plantagenets could neuer brooke the dare I am Plantaganet as well as thou, and ſon to Iohn of Gaunt.