The True Tragedy of Richard the Third · chunk 15 of 40
Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1594] (Annals) tragedy; history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Then thus may it please your grace, The young prince coming up to his coronation, attended on by his two uncles, Earl Rivers, and Lord Gray, and the rest of your kindred, was by the Duke of Buckingham and the Protector, met at stony Stratford, where on a sudden grew malice between the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Gray, but in the end, the Duke of Buckinghams malice grew so great, that he arrested and attached all those of your kindred of high treason, whereupon the Protector being too rash in judgement, hath committed them all to Pomfret Castle. Where I fear he will butcher them all, but where is the Prince my son? He remains at London in the bishop's palace, in the hands of the Protector. A traitors, will they lay hands on their Prince, and imprison his Peers, which no doubt means well towards him: But tell me, art not thou servant to the archbishop of York? Yes and it please your grace, for himself is here at hand with Letters from the Council, and here he comes. But here my friend, grief had almost made me forget thy reward. ah come my Lord, thou bringest the heavy news, come shoot thine arrow, and hit this heart that is almost dead with grief already. whate'er my news be, have patience, the Duke of Gloster greets your grace. Draw home my Lord, for now you hit the mark. The Prince your son doth greet your grace. A happy gale that blew that arrow by, A let me see the Letter that he sent, perhaps it may prolong my life a while. How doth my brother, is he in health my Lord? In health sweet Prince, but longs to have thy company. I am content, if my mother will let me go. Content or not, sweet Prince it must be so. Hold, and have they persuaded thee my son to have thy brother too away from me, nay first I will know what shall become of thee, before I send my other son to them. Look on this Letter and advise yourself, for thus the Council hath determined. And have they chosen thee among the rest; for to persuade me to this enterprise? No my Lord, and thus persuade yourself, I will not send him to be butchered. Your grace misdoubts the worst, they send for him only to have him bedfellow to the King, and there to stay & keep him company. And if your son miscarry, then let his blood be laid unto my charge: I know their drifts and what they do pretend, for they shall both this night sleep in the Tower, and tomorrow they shall come forth to his happy coronation. Upon my honour this is the full effect, for see the ambushed nobles are at hand to take the Prince away from you by force, if you will not by fair means let him go.
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Then thus may it pleaſe your grace, The yong prince comming vp to his coronation, attended on by his two vnckles, Earle Riuers, and Lord Gray, and the reſt of your kindred, was by the Duke of Buckingham and the Protector, met at ſtonie Stratford, where on a ſuddaine grew malice betweene the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Gray, but in the end, the Duke of Buckinghams malice grew ſo great, that he areſted and attached all thoſe of your kindred of high treaſon, whereupon the Protector being too raſh in iudgement, hath committed them all to Pomphret Caſtle. Where I feare he will butcher them all, but where is the Prince my ſonne? He remaines at London in the Biſhops palace, in the hands of the Protector. A traitors, will they laie hands on their Prince, and impriſon his Peeres, which no doubt meanes well towards him: But tell me, art not thou ſeruant to the Arch-Biſhop of Yorke? Yes and it pleaſe your grace, for himſelfe is here at hand with Letters from the Councell, and here he comes. But here my friend, griefe had almoſt made me forget thy reward. A come my Lord, thou bringeſt the heauie newes, come ſhoote thine arrow, and hit this heart that is almoſt dead with griefe alreadie. What ere my newes be, haue patience, the Duke of Gloſter greets your grace. Draw home my Lord, for now you hit the marke. The Prince your ſonne doth greete your grace. A happie gale that blew that arrow by, A let me ſee the Letter that he ſent, perhaps it may prolong my life a while. How doth my brother, is he in health my Lord? In health ſweete Prince, but longes to haue thy companie. I am content, if my mother will let me go. Content or not, ſweete Prince it muſt be ſo. Hold, and haue they perſuaded thee my ſonne to haue thy brother too away from me, nay firſt I will know what ſhall become of thee, before I ſend my other ſonne to them. Looke on this Letter and aduiſe your ſelfe, for thus the Councell hath determined. And haue they choſen thee among the reſt; for to perſuade me to this enterpriſe? No my Lord, and thus perſuade your ſelfe, I will not ſend him to be butchered. Your grace miſdoubts the worſt, they ſend for him only to haue him bedfellow to the King, and there to ſtaie & keep him company. And if your ſonne miſcary, then let his blood be laid vnto my charge: I know their drifts and what they do pretend, for they ſhall both this night ſleepe in the Tower, and to morrow they ſhall come forth to his happie cronation. Vpon my honour this is the full effect, for ſee the ambuſht nobles are at hand to take the Prince away from you by force, if you will not by faire meanes let him go.