2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 16 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 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Doth he not twit our Sovereign lady here, As if that she with ignominious wrong, Had suborned or hired some to swear against his life? Yea but I can give the loser leave to speak. Far truer spoke than meant, I lose indeed, Beshrew the winners hearts, they play me false. he'll wrest the sense and keep us here all day, My Lord of Winchester see him sent away. Who's within there? take in Duke Humphrey, And see him guarded sure within my house. O! thus king Henry casts away his crouch, Before his legs can bear his body up, And puts his watchful shepherd from his side, Whilst wolves stand snarring who shall bite him first. Farewell my sovereign, long mayst thou enjoy, Thy father's happy days free from annoy. My lords, what to your wisdoms shall seem best, Do and undo, as if ourself were here. What will your highness leave the Parliament? Yea Margaret, my heart is killed with grief, Where I may sit and sigh in endless moan, For who's a traitor? Gloster he is none. Then sit we down again my lord Cardinal, Suffolk, Buckingham, York and Somerset, Let us consult of proud duke Humphries fall, In mine opinion it were good he died, For safety of our King and common wealth. And so think I madame, for as you know. If our King Henry had shook hands with death, Duke Humphrey then would look to be our King, And it may be, by policy he works, To bring to pass the thing which now we doubt, The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb, But if we take him ere he do the deed, We should not question, if that he should live, No, let him die, in that he is a fox, Lest that in living he offend us more. Then let him die before the Commons know, For fear that they do rise in Arms for him. Then do it suddenly my Lords. Let that be my lord cardinals charge and mine. Agreed, for he's already kept within my house. How now sirrah, what news? Madame, I bring you news from Ireland, The wild Only my lord, is up in Arms, With troops of Irish Kerns that uncontrolled, Do plant themselves within the English pale, And burn and spoil the Country as they go. What redress shall we have for this my Lords? 'twere very good, that my Lord of Somerset That fortunate champion were sent over. To keep in awe the stubborn Irishmen, He did so much good when he was in France. Had York been there with all his far fetched Policies he might have lost as much as I. Yea, for York would have lost his life, before That should have revolted from England's rule. Yea, so thou mightst, and yet have governed worse than I. What worse than nought, than a shame take all. Shame on thyself, that wisheth shame.
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Doth he not twit our Soueraigne lady here, As if that ſhee with ignominious wrong, Had ſubornd or hyred ſome to ſweare againſt his life? Yea but I can giue the loſer leaue to ſpeake. Far truer ſpoke then ment, I looſe indeed, Beſhrew the winners hearts, they play me falſe. Heele wreſt the ſence and keep vs here al day, My Lord of Wincheſter ſee him ſent away. Who's within there? take in Duke Humphrey, And ſee him garded ſure within my houſe. O! thus king Henry caſts away his crouch, Before his legs can beare his body vp, And puts his watchfull ſhepheard from his ſide, Whilſt wolues ſtand ſnarring who ſhal bite him firſt. Farewel my ſoueraigne, long maiſt thou enioy, Thy fathers happie daies free from annoy. My lords, what to your wiſedomes ſhall ſeeme beſt, Do and vndo, as if our ſelfe were here. What wil your highneſſe leaue the Parlament? Yea Margaret, my heart is killed with griefe, Where I may ſit and ſigh in endleſſe mone, For who's a traitor? Gloſter he is none. Then ſit we downe againe my lord Cardinall, Suffolke, Buckingham, Yorke and Somerſet, Let vs conſult of prowd duke Humphries fall, In mine opinion it were good he dide, For ſafetie of our King and common wealth. And ſo thinke I madame, for as you know. If our King Henry had ſhooke hands with death, Duke Humphrey then would looke to be our King, And it may be, by pollicie he workes, To bring to paſſe the thing which now we doubt, The foxe barkes not when he would ſteale the lamb, But if we take him ere he do the deede, We ſhould not queſtion, if that he ſhould liue, No, let him die, in that he is a foxe, Leſt that in liuing he offend vs more. Then let him die before the Commons know, For feare that they do riſe in Armes for him. Then do it ſodainly my Lords. Let that be my lord Cardinalls charge and mine. Agreed, for hee's already kept within my houſe. How now ſirra, what newes? Madame, I bring you newes from Ireland, The wilde Onele my lord, is vp in Armes, With troupes of Iriſh Kernes that vncontrold, Do plant themſelues within the Engliſh pale, And burne and ſpoile the Country as they go. What redreſſe ſhall we haue for this my Lords? Twere very good, that my Lord of Somerſet That fortunate champion were ſent ouer. To keepe in awe the ſtubborne Iriſhmen, He did ſo much good when he was in France. Had Yorke beene there with all his far fetcht Pollicies he might haue loſt as much as I. Yea, for Yorke would haue loſt his life▪ before That ſhould haue reuolted from Englands rule. Yea, ſo thou might'ſt, and yet haue gouernd worſe then I. What worſe then nought, then a ſhame take all. Shame on thy ſelfe, that wiſheth ſhame.