2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 7 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 · 515 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.
My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise? Is this the Fashions in the Court of England? Is this the Government of Britain's Isle? And this the Royalty of Albion's King? What, shall King Henry be a Pupil still, Under the surly Gloucester's Governance? Am I a Queen in Title and in Style, And must be made a Subject to a Duke? I tell thee Pool, when in the City Tours Thou ranst atilt in honour of my Love, And stolest away the Lady's hearts of France; I thought King Henry had resembled thee, In Courage, Courtship, and Proportion: But all his mind is bend to Holiness, To number Aue-maries' on his Beads: His Champions, are the Prophets and Apostles, His Weapons, holy Saws of sacred Writ, His Study is his Tiltyard, and his Loves Are brazen Images of Canonised Saints. I would the College of the Cardinals Would choose him Pope, and carry him to Rome, And set the Triple Crown upon his Head; That were a State fit for his Holiness. Madame be patiented: as I was cause Your Highness came to England, so will I In England work your Grace's full content. Beside the haughty Protector, have we Beauford The imperious Churchman; Somerset, Buckingham, And grumbling York: and not the least of these, But can do more in England then the King. And he of these, that can do most of all, Cannot do more in England then the Nevil's: Salisbury and Warwick are no simple Peers. Not all these Lords do vex me half so much, As that proud Dame, the Lord Protectors Wife: She sweeps it through the Court with troops of Ladies, More like an Empress, than Duke Humphreyes' Wife: Strangers in Court, do take her for the Queen: She bears a Duke's Revenues on her back, And in her heart she scorns our Poverty: Shall I not live to be avenged on her? Contemptuous base-born Callot as she is, She vaunted 'mongst her Minions t' other day, The very train of her worst wearing Gown, Was better worth than all my Father's Lands, Till Suffolk gave two Dukedoms for his Daughter. Madame, myself have limed a Bush for her, And placed a Quire of such enticing Birds, That she will light to listen to the Lays, And never mount to trouble you again. So let her rest: and Madame list to me, For I am bold to counsel you in this; Although we fancy not the Cardinal, Yet must we join with him and with the Lords, Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace. As for the Duke of York, this late Complaint Will make but little for his benefit: So one by one we'll weed them all at last, And you yourself shall steer the happy Helm. For my part, Noble Lords, I care not which, Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me. If York have ill demeaned himself in France, Then let him be denied the Regent-ship. If Somerset be unworthy of the Place, Let York be Regent, I will yield to him.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My Lord of Suffolke, ſay, is this the guiſe? Is this the Faſhions in the Court of England? Is this the Gouernment of Britaines Ile? And this the Royaltie of Albions King? What, ſhall King Henry be a Pupill ſtill, Vnder the ſurly Gloſters Gouernance? Am I a Queene in Title and in Stile, And muſt be made a Subiect to a Duke? I tell thee Poole, when in the Citie Tours Thou ran'ſt atilt in honor of my Loue, And ſtol'ſt away the Ladies hearts of France; I thought King Henry had reſembled thee, In Courage, Courtſhip, and Proportion: But all his minde is bent to Holineſſe, To number Aue-Maries on his Beades: His Champions, are the Prophets and Apoſtles, His Weapons, holy Sawes of ſacred Writ, His Studie is his Tilt-yard, and his Loues Are brazen Images of Canonized Saints. I would the Colledge of the Cardinalls Would chuſe him Pope, and carry him to Rome, And ſet the Triple Crowne vpon his Head; That were a State fit for his Holineſſe. Madame be patient: as I was cauſe Your Highneſſe came to England, ſo will I In England worke your Graces full content. Beſide the haughtie Protector, haue we Beauford The imperious Churchman; Somerſet, Buckingham, And grumbling Yorke: and not the leaſt of theſe, But can doe more in England then the King. And he of theſe, that can doe moſt of all, Cannot doe more in England then the Neuils: Salisbury and Warwick are no ſimple Peeres. Not all theſe Lords do vex me halfe ſo much, As that prowd Dame, the Lord Protectors Wife: She ſweepes it through the Court with troups of Ladies, More like an Empreſſe, then Duke Humphreyes Wife: Strangers in Court, doe take her for the Queene: She beares a Dukes Reuenewes on her backe, And in her heart ſhe ſcornes our Pouertie: Shall I not liue to be aueng'd on her? Contemptuous baſe-borne Callot as ſhe is, She vaunted 'mongſt her Minions t' other day, The very trayne of her worſt wearing Gowne, Was better worth then all my Fathers Lands, Till Suffolke gaue two Dukedomes for his Daughter. Madame, my ſelfe haue lym'd a Buſh for her, And plac't a Quier of ſuch enticing Birds, That ſhe will light to liſten to the Layes, And neuer mount to trouble you againe. So let her reſt: and Madame liſt to me, For I am bold to counſaile you in this; Although we fancie not the Cardinall, Yet muſt we ioyne with him and with the Lords, Till we haue brought Duke Humphrey in diſgrace. As for the Duke of Yorke, this late Complaint Will make but little for his benefit: So one by one wee'le weed them all at laſt, And you your ſelfe ſhall ſteere the happy Helme. For my part, Noble Lords, I care not which, Or Somerſet, or Yorke, all's one to me. If Yorke haue ill demean'd himſelfe in France, Then let him be denay'd the Regent-ſhip. If Somerſet be vnworthy of the Place, Let Yorke be Regent, I will yeeld to him.