2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 10 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 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping. Leap me over this stool, and run away. Alas master I am not able to stand alone, You go about to torture me in vain. Well sir, we must have you find your legs, Sirrah Beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool. I will my Lord, come on sirrah, off with your doublet quickly. Alas master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand. A miracle, a miracle, let him be taken again, and whipped through every market Town till he comes at Berwick where he was borne. It shall be done my Lord. My lord Protector hath done wonders to day, He hath made the blind to see and the halt to go. Yea but you did greater wonders, when you made whole Dukedoms fly in a day. Witness France. Have done I say, and let me hear no more of that. What news brings Duke Humphrey of Buckingham? Ill news for some my lord, and this it is, That proud dame Elinor our Protectors wife, Hath plotted Treasons 'gainst the King and Peers, By witchcrafts, sorceries, and conjurings, Who by such means did raise a spirit up, To tell her what hap should betide the state, But ere they had finished their devilish drift, By York and myself they were all surprised, And here's the answer the devil did make to them. 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, Gods will be done in all: What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk? By water shall he die and take his end. By water must the duke of Suffolk diet It must be so, or else the devil doth lie. Let Somerset shun castles, For safer shall he be upon the sandy plains, Then where castles mounted stand. Here's good stuff: how now my lord protector? This news I think hath turned your weapon's point, I am in doubt you'll scarcely keep your promise. Forbear ambitious prelate to urge my grief, And pardon me my gracious sovereign, For here I swear unto your majesty, That I am guiltlesle of these heinous crimes, Which my ambitious wife hath falsely done: And for she would betray her sovereign lord, There renounce her from my bed and board, And leave her open for the law to judge, Unless she clear herself of this foul deed. Come my lords this night we'll lodge in S. Albon, And to morrow we will ride to London, And try the utmost of these treasons forth, Come uncle Gloster along with us, My mind doth tell me thou art innocent. My lords, our simple supper ended, thus Let me reveal unto your honours here, The right and title of the house of York, To England's Crown by lineal descent. Then York begin, and if thy claim be good, The Neuills are thy subjects to command.
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Now fetch me a ſtoole hither by and by. Now ſirra, if you meane to ſaue your ſelfe from whipping. Leape me ouer this ſtoole, and runne away. Alas maſter I am not able to ſtand alone, You go about to torture me in vaine. Well ſir, we muſt haue you find your legs, Sirra Beadle, whip him til he leape ouer that ſame ſtoole. I will my Lord, come on ſirra, off with your doublet quickly. Alas maſter, what ſhall I do? I am not able to ſtand. A miracle, a miracle, let him be taken againe, and whipt through euery market Towne till he comes at Barwicke where he was borne. It ſhal be done my Lord. My lord Protector hath done wonders to day, He hath made the blind to ſee and the halt to go. Yea but you did greater wonders, when you made whole Dukedomes flie in a day. Witneſſe France. Haue done I ſay, and let me heare no more of that. What newes brings Duke Humphrey of Buckingham? Ill newes for ſome my lord, and this it is, That prowd dame Elnor our Protectors wife, Hath plotted Treaſons gainſt the King and Peeres, By witchcrafts, ſorceries, and coniurings, Who by ſuch meanes did raiſe a ſpirit vp, To tell her what hap ſhould betide the ſtate, But ere they had finiſht their diuelliſh drift, By Yorke and my ſelfe they were all ſurprizde, And heres the anſwer the diuell did make to them. 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, Gods wil be done in all: What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke? By water ſhall he die and take his end. By water muſt the duke of Suffolke diet It muſt be ſo, or els the diuell doth lie. Let Somerſet ſhun caſtles, For ſafer ſhall he be vpon the ſandy plaines, Then where caſtles mounted ſtand. Heres good ſtuffe: how now my lord protector? This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point, I am in doubt youle ſcarcely keepe your promiſe. Forbeare ambitious prelate to vrge my griefe, And pardon me my gracious ſoueraigne, For here I ſweare vnto your maieſty, That I am guiltleſle of theſe hainous crimes, Which my ambitious wife hath falſly done: And for ſhe would betray her ſoueraigne lord, There renounce her from my bed and boord, And leaue her open for the law to iudge, Vnleſſe ſhe cleere her ſelfe of this foule deed. Come my lords this night weele lodge in S. Albons, And to morrow we will ride to London, And trie the vtmoſt of theſe treaſons forth, Come vnkle Gloſter along with vs, My mind doth tell me thou art innocent. My lords, our ſimple ſupper ended, thus Let me reueale vnto your honors here, The right and title of the houſe of Yorke, To Englands Crowne by lineall deſcent. Then Yorke begin, and if thy claime be good, The Neuills are thy ſubiects to commaund.