2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 3 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 513 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
So, there goes our Protector in a rage: 'Tis known to you he is mine enemy: Nay more, an enemy unto you all, And no great friend, I fear me to the King; Consider Lords, he is the next of blood, And heir apparent to the English Crown: Had Henry got an Empire by his marriage, And all the wealthy Kingdoms of the West, There's reason he should be displeased at it: Look to it Lords, let not his smoothing words Bewitch your hearts, be wise and circumspect. What though the common people favour him, Calling him, Humphrey the good Duke of Gloster, Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice, Iesu maintain your Royal Excellence, With God preserve the good Duke Humphrey: I fear me Lords, for all this flattering gloss, He will be found a dangerous Protector. Why should he then protect our Sovereign? He being of age to govern of himself. Cousin of Somerset, join you with me, And altogether with the Duke of Suffolk, we'll quickly hoist Duke Humphrey from his seat. This weighty business will not brook delay, I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently. Cousin of Buckingham, though Humfries pride And greatness of his place be grief to us, Yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal, His insolence is more intolerable Than all the Princes in the Land beside, If Gloster be displaced, he'll be Protector. Or thou, or I Somerset will be Protectors, Despite Duke Humphrey, or the Cardinal. Pride went before, Ambition follows him. While these do labour for their own preferment, Behoves it us to labour for the Realm. I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloster, Did bear him like a Noble Gentleman: Oft have I seen the haughty Cardinal. More like a Soldier then a man o' th' Church, As stout and proud as he were Lord of all, Swear like a Ruffian, and demean himself Unlike the Ruler of a Commonweal. Warwick my son, the comfort of my age, Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy housekeeping, Hath won the greatest favour of the Commons, Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey. And Brother York, thy Acts in Ireland, In bringing them to civil Discipline: Thy late exploits done in the heart of France, When thou wert Regent for our Sovereign, Have made thee feared and honoured of the people, join we together for the public good, In what we can, to bridle and suppress The pride of Suffolk, and the Cardinal, With Somersets' and Buckingham's Ambition, And as we may, cherish Duke Humfries deeds, While they do tend the profit of the Land. So God help Warwick, as he loves the Land, And common profit of his Country. And so says York, For he hath greatest cause. Then let's make hast away, And look unto the main. Unto the main? Oh Father, Maine is lost, That Maine, which by main force Warwick did win, And would have kept, so long as breath did last: Main-chance father you meant, but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or else be slain.
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So, there goes our Protector in a rage: 'Tis knowne to you he is mine enemy: Nay more, an enemy vnto you all, And no great friend, I feare me to the King; Conſider Lords, he is the next of blood, And heyre apparant to the Engliſh Crowne: Had Henrie got an Empire by his marriage, And all the wealthy Kingdomes of the Weſt, There's reaſon he ſhould be diſpleas'd at it: Looke to it Lords, let not his ſmoothing words Bewitch your hearts, be wiſe and circumſpect. What though the common people fauour him, Calling him, Humfrey the good Duke of Gloſter, Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voyce, Ieſu maintaine your Royall Excellence, With God preſerue the good Duke Humfrey: I feare me Lords, for all this flattering gloſſe, He will be found a dangerous Protector. Why ſhould he then protect our Soueraigne? He being of age to gouerne of himſelfe. Coſin of Somerſet, ioyne you with me, And altogether with the Duke of Suffolke, Wee'l quickly hoyſe Duke Humfrey from his ſeat. This weighty buſineſſe will not brooke delay, Ile to the Duke of Suffolke preſently. Coſin of Buckingham, though Humfries pride And greatneſſe of his place be greefe to vs, Yet let vs watch the haughtie Cardinall, His inſolence is more intollerable Then all the Princes in the Land beſide, If Gloſter be diſplac'd, hee'l be Protector. Or thou, or I Somerſet will be Protectors, Deſpite Duke Humfrey, or the Cardinall. Pride went before, Ambition followes him. While theſe do labour for their owne preferment, Behooues it vs to labor for the Realme. I neuer ſaw but Humfrey Duke of Gloſter, Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman: Oft haue I ſeene the haughty Cardinall. More like a Souldier then a man o' th' Church, As ſtout and proud as he were Lord of all, Sweare like a Ruffian, and demeane himſelfe Vnlike the Ruler of a Common-weale. Warwicke my ſonne, the comfort of my age, Thy deeds, thy plainneſſe, and thy houſe-keeping, Hath wonne the greateſt fauour of the Commons, Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey. And Brother Yorke, thy Acts in Ireland, In bringing them to ciuill Diſcipline: Thy late exploits done in the heart of France, When thou wert Regent for our Soueraigne, Haue made thee fear'd and honor'd of the people, Ioyne we together for the publike good, In what we can, to bridle and ſuppreſſe The pride of Suffolke, and the Cardinall, With Somerſets and Buckinghams Ambition, And as we may, cheriſh Duke Humfries deeds, While they do tend the profit of the Land. So God helpe Warwicke, as he loues the Land, And common profit of his Countrey. And ſo ſayes Yorke, For he hath greateſt cauſe. Then lets make haſt away, And looke vnto the maine. Vnto the maine? Oh Father, Maine is loſt, That Maine, which by maine force Warwicke did winne, And would haue kept, ſo long as breath did laſt: Main-chance father you meant, but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or elſe be ſlaine.