2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 45 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 496 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Then Buckingham I do dismiss my Powers. Soldiers, I thank you all: disperse yourselves: Meet me to morrow in S. George's Field, You shall have pay, and every thing you wish. And let my Sovereign, virtuous Henry, Command my eldest son, nay all my sons, As pledges of my Fealty and Love, I'll send them all as willing as I live: Lands, Goods, Horse, Armour, any thing I have Is his to use, so Somerset may die. York, I commend this kind submission, We twain will go into his Highness Tent. Buckingham, doth York intent no harm to us That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? In all submission and humility, York doth present himself unto your Highness. Then what intends these Forces thou dost bring? To heave the Traitor Somerset from hence, And fight against that monstrous Rebel Cade, Who since I heard to be discomfited. If one so rude, and of so mean condition May pass into the presence of a King: Lo, I present your Grace a Traitor's head, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. The head of Cade? Great God, how just art thou? Oh let me view his Visage being dead, That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. Tell me my Friend, art thou the man that slew him? I was, an't like your Majesty. How art thou called? And what is thy degree? Alexander Iden, that's my name, A poor Esquire of Kent, that loves his King. So please it you my Lord, 'twere not amiss He were created Knight for his good service. Iden, kneel down, rise up a Knight: We give thee for reward a thousand Marks, And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. May Iden live to merit such a bounty, And never live but true unto his Liege. See Buckingham, Somerset comes with th' Queen, Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke. For thousand York's he shall not hide his head, But boldly stand, and front him to his face. How now? is Summersault at liberty? Then York unloose thy long imprisoned thoughts, And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. Shall I endure the sight of Somerset? False King, why hast thou broken faith with me, Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? King did I call thee? No: thou art not King: Not fit to govern and rule multitudes, Which dar'st not, no nor canst not rule a Traitor. That Head of thine doth not become a Crown: Thy Hand is made to grasp a Palmer's staff, And not to grace an awful Princely Sceptre. That Gold, must round engirt these brows of mine, Whose Smile and Frown, like to Achilles' Spear Is able with the change, to kill and cure. here is a hand to hold a Sceptre up, And with the same to act controlling Laws: Give place: by heaven thou shalt rule no more O'er him, whom heaven created for thy Ruler.
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Then Buckingham I do diſmiſſe my Powres. Souldiers, I thanke you all: diſperſe your ſelues: Meet me to morrow in S. Georges Field, You ſhall haue pay, and euery thing you wiſh. And let my Soueraigne, vertuous Henry, Command my eldeſt ſonne, nay all my ſonnes, As pledges of my Fealtie and Loue, Ile ſend them all as willing as I liue: Lands, Goods, Horſe, Armor, any thing I haue Is his to vſe, ſo Somerſet may die. Yorke, I commend this kinde ſubmiſſion, We twaine will go into his Highneſſe Tent. Buckingham, doth Yorke intend no harme to vs That thus he marcheth with thee arme in arme? In all ſubmiſſion and humility, Yorke doth preſent himſelfe vnto your Highneſſe. Then what intends theſe Forces thou doſt bring? To heaue the Traitor Somerſet from hence, And fight againſt that monſtrous Rebell Cade, Who ſince I heard to be diſcomfited. If one ſo rude, and of ſo meane condition May paſſe into the preſence of a King: Loe, I preſent your Grace a Traitors head, The head of Cade, whom I in combat ſlew. The head of Cade? Great God, how iuſt art thou? Oh let me view his Viſage being dead, That liuing wrought me ſuch exceeding trouble. Tell me my Friend, art thou the man that ſlew him? I was, an't like your Maieſty. How art thou call'd? And what is thy degree? Alexander Iden, that's my name, A poore Eſquire of Kent, that loues his King. So pleaſe it you my Lord, 'twere not amiſſe He were created Knight for his good ſeruice. Iden, kneele downe, riſe vp a Knight: We giue thee for reward a thouſand Markes, And will, that thou henceforth attend on vs. May Iden liue to merit ſuch a bountie, And neuer liue but true vnto his Liege. See Buckingham, Somerſet comes with th' Queene, Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke. For thouſand Yorkes he ſhall not hide his head, But boldly ſtand, and front him to his face. How now? is Somerſet at libertie? Then Yorke vnlooſe thy long impriſoned thoughts, And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart. Shall I endure the ſight of Somerſet? Falſe King, why haſt thou broken faith with me, Knowing how hardly I can brooke abuſe? King did I call thee? No: thou art not King: Not fit to gouerne and rule multitudes, Which darſt not, no nor canſt not rule a Traitor. That Head of thine doth not become a Crowne: Thy Hand is made to graspe a Palmers ſtaffe, And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter. That Gold, muſt round engirt theſe browes of mine, Whoſe Smile and Frowne, like to Achilles Speare Is able with the change, to kill and cure. Heere is a hand to hold a Scepter vp, And with the ſame to acte controlling Lawes: Giue place: by heauen thou ſhalt rule no more O're him, whom heauen created for thy Ruler.