2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 5 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 · 509 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.
O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy Lord, Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts: And may that thought, when I imagine ill Against my King and Nephew, virtuous Henry, Be my last breathing in this mortal world. My troublous dreams this night, doth make me sad. What dreamed my Lord, tell me, and I'll requite it With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream? Me thought this staff mine Officebadge in Court Was broke in twain: by whom, I have forgot, But as I think, it was by ' th' Cardinal, And on the pieces of the broken Wand Were placed the heads of Edmond Duke of Somerset, And William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolk. This was my dream, what it doth bode God knows. Tut, this was nothing but an argument, That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove, Shall lose his head for his presumption. But list to me my Humphrey, my sweet Duke: Me thought I sat in Seat of Majesty, In the Cathedral Church of Westminster, And in that Chair where Kings & Queens were crowned, Where Henry and Dame Margaret kneeled to me, And on my head did set the Diadem. Nay Elinor, then must I chide outright: Presumptuous Dame, ill-nurtered Elinor, Art thou not second Woman in the Realm? And the Protectors wife beloved of him? Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command, Above the reach or compass of thy thought? And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery, To tumble down thy husband, and thyself, From top of Honour, to Disgraces feet? Away from me, and let me hear no more. What, what, my Lord? Are you so choleric With Elinor, for telling but her dream? Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself, And not be checked. Nay be not angry, I am pleased again. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highness' pleasure, You do prepare to ride unto S. Albon, Where as the King and Queen do mean to Hawk. I go. Come Nell thou wilt ride with us? Yes my good Lord, I'll follow presently. Fellow I must, I cannot go before, While Gloster bears this base and humble mind. Were I a Man, a Duke, and next of blood, I would remove these tedious stumbling blocks, And smooth my way upon their headless necks. And being a woman, I will not be slack To play my part in Fortune's Pageant. Where are you there? Sir Iohn; nay fear not man, We are alone, here's none but thee, & I. Iesus preserve your Royal Majesty. What sayst thou? Majesty: I am but Grace. But by the grace of God, and Humes advice, Your Grace's Title shall be multiplied. What sayst thou man? Hast thou as yet conferred With Margery Iordane the cunning Witch, With Roger Bolingbroke the Coniuter? And will they undertake to do me good? This they have promised to show your Highness A Spirit raised from depth of under ground, That shall make answer to such Questions, As by your Grace shall be propounded him.
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O Nell, ſweet Nell, if thou doſt loue thy Lord, Baniſh the Canker of ambitious thoughts: And may that thought, when I imagine ill Againſt my King and Nephew, vertuous Henry, Be my laſt breathing in this mortall world. My troublous dreames this night, doth make me ſad. What dream'd my Lord, tell me, and Ile requite it With ſweet rehearſall of my mornings dreame? Me thought this ſtaffe mine Office-badge in Court Was broke in twaine: by whom, I haue forgot, But as I thinke, it was by 'th Cardinall, And on the peeces of the broken Wand Were plac'd the heads of Edmond Duke of Somerſet, And William de la Pole firſt Duke of Suffolke. This was my dreame, what it doth bode God knowes. Tut, this was nothing but an argument, That he that breakes a ſticke of Gloſters groue, Shall looſe his head for his preſumption. But liſt to me my Humfrey, my ſweete Duke: Me thought I ſate in Seate of Maieſty, In the Cathedrall Church of Weſtminſter, And in that Chaire where Kings & Queens wer crownd, Where Henrie and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me, And on my head did ſet the Diadem. Nay Elinor, then muſt I chide outright: Preſumptuous Dame, ill-nurter'd Elianor, Art thou not ſecond Woman in the Realme? And the Protectors wife belou'd of him? Haſt thou not worldly pleaſure at command, Aboue the reach or compaſſe of thy thought? And wilt thou ſtill be hammering Treachery, To tumble downe thy husband, and thy ſelfe, From top of Honor, to Diſgraces feete? Away from me, and let me heare no more. What, what, my Lord? Are you ſo chollericke With Elianor, for telling but her dreame? Next time Ile keepe my dreames vnto my ſelfe, And not be check'd. Nay be not angry, I am pleas'd againe. My Lord Protector, 'tis his Highnes pleaſure, You do prepare to ride vnto S. Albons, Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke. I go. Come Nel thou wilt ride with vs? Yes my good Lord, Ile follow preſently. Follow I muſt, I cannot go before, While Gloſter beares this baſe and humble minde. Were I a Man, a Duke, and next of blood, I would remoue theſe tedious ſtumbling blockes, And ſmooth my way vpon their headleſſe neckes. And being a woman, I will not be ſlacke To play my part in Fortunes Pageant. Where are you there? Sir Iohn; nay feare not man, We are alone, here's none but thee, & I. Ieſus preſerue your Royall Maieſty. What ſaiſt thou? Maieſty: I am but Grace. But by the grace of God, and Humes aduice, Your Graces Title ſhall be multiplied. What ſaiſt thou man? Haſt thou as yet confer'd With Margerie Iordane the cunning Witch, With Roger Bollingbrooke the Coniuter? And will they vndertake to do me good? This they haue promiſed to ſhew your Highnes A Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground, That ſhall make anſwere to ſuch Queſtions, As by your Grace ſhall be propounded him.