2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 22 of 32
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 486 words
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I am a Gentleman look on my Ring, Ransom me at what thou wilt, it shall be paid. I lost mine eye in boarding of the ship, And therefore ere I marchantlike sell blood for gold, Then cast me headlong down into the sea. But what shall our ransoms be? A hundredth pounds a piece, either pay that, or die. Then save our lives, it shall be paid. Come sirrah, thy life shall be the ransom I will have. Stay villain, thy prisoner is a prince, The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Poole. The Duke of Suffolk folded up in rags? Yea sir, but these rags are no part of the duke, Ioue sometime went disguised, and why not I? Yea but Ioue was never slain as thou shalt be. Base jady groom, King Henry's blood, The honourable blood of Lancaster, Cannot be shed by such a lowly swain, I am sent Ambassador for the Queen to France, I charge thee waff me cross the channel safe. I'll waff thee to thy death, go Walter take him hence And on our long boats side, chop off his head. Thou dar'st not for thine own. Yes Poole. Poole? Yea, Poole, puddle, kennel, sink and dirt, I'll stop that yawning mouth of thine, Those lips of thine that so oft have kissed the Queen, Shall sweep the ground, and thou that Smildst at good duke Humphreys death, Shalt live no longer to infect the earth. This villain being but Captain of a Pinnais, Threatens more plagues then mighty Abradas, The great Macedonian Pirate, Thy words adds fury and not remorse in me. Yea but my deeds shall stay thy fury soon. Hast not thou waited at my trencher, When we have feasted with Queen Margaret? Hast not thou kissed thine hand and held my stirrup? And barehead plodded by my foot-cloth Mule, And thought thee happy when I smiled on thee? This hand hath writ in thy defence, Then shall I charm thee, hold thy lavish tongue. Away with him Walter, I say, and off with his head. Good my lord, entreat him mildly for your life. First let this neck stoop to the axe's edge, Before this knee do bow to any, Save to the God of heaven, and to my King, Suffolk's imperial tongue cannot plead To such aiady groom. Come, come, why do we let him speak? I long to haue his head, for ransome of mine cie. A sworder and band to slave, Murdered sweet Tully: Brutus bastard hand stabbed Iulius Caesar, And Suffolk dies by Pirates on the sees. Off with his head, and send it to the Queen, And ransomless this prisoner shall go free, To see it safe delivered unto her: Come let's go. Come away Nick, and put a long staff in thy pike, and provide thyself, for I can tell thee, they have been up this two days.
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I am a Gentleman looke on my Ring, Ranſome me at what thou wilt, it ſhall be paid. I loſt mine eye in boording of the ſhip, And therefore ere I marchant-like ſell bloud for gold, Then caſt me headlong downe into the ſea. But what ſhall our ranſomes be? A hundreth pounds a peece, either pay that, or die. Then ſaue our liues, it ſhall be paid. Come ſirra, thy life ſhall be the ranſome I wil haue. Stay villaine, thy priſoner is a prince, The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Poole. The Duke of Suffolke folded vp in rags? Yea ſir, but theſe rags are no part of the duke, Ioue ſometime went diſguiſde, and why not I? Yea but Ioue was neuer ſlaine as thou ſhalt be. Baſe Iady groome, King Henries bloud, The honorable bloud of Lancaſter, Cannot be ſhead by ſuch a lowly ſwaine, I am ſent Ambaſſador for the Queene to France, I charge thee waffe me croſſe the channell ſafe. Ile waffe thee to thy death, go Walter take him hence And on our long boates ſide, chop off his head. Thou darſte not for thine owne. Yes Poole. Poole? Yea, Poole, puddle, kennell, ſincke and durt, Ile ſtop that yawning mouth of thine, Thoſe lips of thine that ſo oft haue kiſt the Queene, Shall ſweep the ground, and thou that Smildſt at good duke Humphreys death, Shalt liue no longer to infect the earth. This villain being but Captain of a Pinnais, Threatens more plagues then mighty Abradas, The great Macedonian Pyrate, Thy words addes fury and not remorſe in me. Yea but my deedes ſhall ſtay thy fury ſoon. Haſt not thou waited at my trencher, When we haue feaſted with Queene Margaret? Haſt not thou kiſt thine hand and held my ſtirrop? And barehead plodded by my footcloth Mule, And thought thee happy when I ſmild on thee? This hand hath writ in thy defence, Then ſhall I charme thee, hold thy lauiſh tongue. Away with him VValter, I ſay, and off with his head. Good my lord, intreat him mildly for your life. Firſt let this neck ſtoope to the axes edge, Before this knee do bow to any, Saue to the God of heauen, and to my King, Suffolkes imperiall tongue cannot pleade To ſuch aiady groome. Come, come, why do we let him ſpeake▪ I long to haue his head, for ranſome of mine cie. A ſworder and bande to ſlaue, Murthered ſweete Tully: Brutus baſtard hand ſtabdo Iulius Caeſar, And Suffolke dies by Pyrates on the ſees. Off with his head, and ſend it to the Queene, And ranſomeleſſe this priſoner ſhall go free, To ſee it ſafe deliuered vnto her: Come lets go. Come away Nick, and put a long ſtaffe in thy pike, and prouide thy ſelfe, for I can tell thee, they haue bin vp this two daies.