2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 30 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 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
He is my lord, and hath discharged his troops Which came with him, but as your Grace did say, To heave the duke of Somerset from hence, And to subdue the rebels that were up. Then welcome cousin York, give me thy hand, And thanks for thy great service done to us, Against those traitorous Irish that rebelled. Long live Henry in triumphant peace, Lo here (my Lord) upon my bended knees, I here present the traitorous head of Cade, That hand to hand in single fight I slew. First, thanks to heaven, and next, to thee my friend, That hast subdued that wicked traitor thus, Oh let me see that head that in his life Did work me and my land such cruel spite: A visage stern, coal black his curled locks, Deep trenched furrows in his frowning brow, Presageth warlike humours in his life. Here take it hence, and thou for thy reward, Shalt be immediately created Knight: Kneel down my friend, and tell me what's thy name. Alexander Eyden, if it please your grace, A poor Esquire of Kent. Then rise up sir Alexander Eyden Knight, And for thy maintenance, I freely give A thousand marks a year for to maintain thee, Beside the firm reward that was proclaimed, For those that could perform this worthy act, And thou shalt wait upon the person of the King. I humbly thank your grace, and I no longer live. Then I prove just and loyal unto my King. O Buckingham, see where Somerset comes. Bid him go hide himself till York be gone. He shall not hide himself for fear of York, But beard and brave him proudly to his face. Who's that? proud Somerset at liberty? Base fearful Henry that thus dishonor'st me, By heaven, thou shalt not govern over me, I cannot brook that traitor's presence here, Nor will I subject be to such a King, That knows not how to govern, nor to rule, Resign thy crown proud Lancaster to me, That thou usurped haste so long by force, For now is York resolved to claim his own, And rise aloft into fair England's Throne. Proud traitor, I arrest thee on high treason, Against thy Sovereign Lord, yield thee false York. For here I swear thou shalt unto the Tower, For these proud words which thou hast given the King. Thou art deceived, my sons shall be my bail, And send thee there in spite of him. Ho, where are you boys? Call Clifford hither presently. Long live my noble Lord and sovereign King. We thank thee Clifford: Nay, do not affright us with thy looks, If thou didst mistake, we pardon thee, kneel again. Why, I did no way mistake, this is my King: What is he mad? to Bedlam with him. Yea, a bedlam frantic humour drives him thus, To levy Arms against his lawful King. Why do not your grace send him to the Tower? He is arrested, but will not obey, His sons he saith shall be his surety.
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He is my lord, and hath diſchargde his troopes Which came with him, but as your Grace did ſay, To heaue the duke of Somerſet from hence, And to ſubdue the rebells that were vp. Then welcome cooſin Yorke, giue me thy hand, And thankes for thy great ſeruice done to vs, Againſt thoſe traitrous Iriſh that rebeld. Long liue Henry in triumphant peace, Lo here (my Lord) vpon my bended knees, I here preſent the traitorous head of Cade, That hand to hand in ſingle fight I ſlew. Firſt, thankes to heauen, and next, to thee my friend, That haſt ſubdude that wicked traitor thus, Oh let me ſee that head that in his life Did worke me and my land ſuch cruell ſpight▪ A viſage ſterne, cole blacke his curled lockes, Deepe trenched furrowes in his frowning brow, Preſageth warlike humors in his life. Here take it hence, and thou for thy reward, Shalt be immediately created Knight: Kneele downe my friend, and tell me whats thy name. Alexander Eyden, if it pleaſe your grace, A poore Eſquire of Kent. Then riſe vp ſir Alexander Eyden Knight, And for thy maintenance, I freely giue A thouſand markes a yeere for to maintaine thee, Beſide the firme reward that was proclaimde, For thoſe that could performe this worthy act, And thou ſhalt waite vpon the perſon of the King. I humbly thanke your grace, and I no longer liue. Then I prooue iuſt and loyall vnto my King. O Buckingham, ſee where Somerſet comes▪ Bid him go hide himſelfe till Yorke be gone. He ſhall not hide himſelfe for feare of Yorke, But beard aud braue him prowdly to his face. Who's that? prowd Somerſet at liberty? Baſe feareful Henry that thus diſhonor'ſt me, By heauen, thou ſhalt not gouerne ouer me, I cannot brooke that traitors preſence here, Nor will I ſubiect be to ſuch a King, That knowes not how to gouerne, nor to rule, Reſigne thy crowne prowd Lancaſter to me, That thou vſurped haſt ſo long by force, For now is Yorke reſolu'de to claime his owne, And riſe aloft into faire Englands Throne. Prowd traitor, I arreſt thee on high treaſon, Againſt thy Soueraigne Lord, yeeld thee falſe Yorke. For here I ſweare thou ſhalt vnto the Tower, For theſe prowd words which thou haſt giuen the King. Thou art deceiued, my ſonnes ſhall be my baile, And ſend thee there in ſpight of him. Ho, where are you boyes? Call Clifford hither preſently. Long liue my noble Lord and ſoueraigne King. We thank thee Clifford: Nay, do not affright vs with thy lookes, If thou didſt miſtake, we pardon thee, kneele againe. Why, I did no way miſtake, this is my King: What is he mad? to Bedlam with him. Yea, a bedlam frantike humor driues him thus, To leauy Armes againſt his lawfull King. Why do not your grace ſend him to the Tower▪ He is arreſted, but will not obey, His ſonnes he ſaith ſhall be his ſuertie.