The True Tragedy of Richard the Third · chunk 39 of 40
Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1594] (Annals) tragedy; history · Queen Elizabeth's Men T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and typicality 0.75 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
And so say I, thanks to you all my Lords, that thus have honoured Richmond with a Crown, and if I live, then make account my Lords I will deserve this with more than common love. And now were but my form George Stanley here, How happy were our present meeting then, But he is dead, nor shall I evermore see my sweet Boy whom I do love so dear, for well I know the usurper In his rage hath made a slaughter of my aged joy. Take comfort gentle father, for I hope my brother George will turn in safe to us. A no my son, for he that joys in blood, will work his fury on the innocent. But how now what noise is this? Behold Lord Stanley we bring thy son, thy son George Stanley, whom with great danger we have saved from fury of a tyrant's doom. And lives George Stanley? Then happy that I am to see him freed thus from a tyrant's rage. Welcome my son, my sweet George welcome home. Thanks my good father, and George Stanley joys to see you joined in this assembly. And like a lamb kept by a greedy Wolf within the enclosed sentire of the earth, expecting death without delivery, even from this danger is George Stanley come, to be a guest to Richmond & the rest: for when the bloody butcher heard your honour did refuse to come to him, he like a savage tiger then enraged, commanded straight I should be murdered, & sent these two to execute the deed, but they, but they, that knew how innocent I was, did post him off with many long delays, alleging reasons to allay his rage, but 'twas in vain, for he like to a starved Lioness still called for blood, saying that I should die. But to be brief, when both the battles joined, these two and others, shifted me away. Now seeing that each thing turns to our content, I will it be proclaimed presently, that traitorous Richard Be by our command, drawn through the streets of Lester, Stark naked on a collier's horse let him be laid, For as of others pains he had no regard, So let him have a traitors due reward. Now for our marriage and our nuptial rites, Our pleasure is they be solemnized In our Abbey of Westminster, according to the ancient custom due, The two and twentieth day of August next, Set forwards then my Lords towards London straight, There to take further order for the state. Thus Gentles may you here behold, the joining of these Houses both in one, by this brave Prince Henry the seventh, who was for wit compared to Salomon, his government was virtuous every way, and God did wondrously increase his store, he did subdue a proud rebellious Lord, that did encounter him upon black health. He died when he had reigned full three and twenty years eight months, and some odd days, and lies buried in Westminster. He died & left behind a son.
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And ſo ſay I, thanks you all my Lords, that thus haue honoured Richmond with a Crowne, and if I liue, then make account my Lords I will deſerue this with more then common loue. And now were but my forme George Standley here, How happie were our preſent meeting then, But he is dead, nor ſhall I euermore ſee my ſweete Boy whom I do loue ſo deare, for well I know the vſurper In his rage hath made a ſlaughter of my aged ioy. Take comfort gentle father, for I hope my brother George will turne in ſafe to vs. A no my ſonne, for he that ioyes in blood, will worke his furie on the innocent. But how now what noyſe is this? Behold Lord Standley we bring thy ſonne, thy ſonne George Standley, whom with great danger we haue ſaued from furie of a tyrants doome. And liues George Standley? Then happie that I am to ſee him freed thus from a tyrants rage. Welcome my ſonne, my ſweete George welcome home. Thanks my good father, and George Standley ioyes to ſee you ioynd in this aſſembly. And like a lambe kept by a greedie Woolfe within the incloſed ſentire of the earth, expecting death without deliuerie, euen from this daunger is George Standley come, to be a gueſt to Richmond & the reſt: for when the bloodie butcher heard your honour did refuſe to come to him, hee like a ſauage tygre then inraged, commanded ſtraight I ſhould be murdered, & ſent theſe two to execute the deed, but they, but they, that knew how innocēt I was, did poſt him off with many long delayes, alleaging reaſons to alaie his rage, but twas in vaine, for he like to a ſtarued Lioneſſe ſtill called for blood, ſaying that I ſhould die. But to be briefe, when both the battels ioyned, theſe two and others, ſhifted me away. Now ſeeing that each thing turnes to our content, I will it be proclaimed preſently, that traytrous Richard Be by our command, drawne thrugh the ſtreets of Leſter, Starke naked on a Colliers horſe let him be laide, For as of others paines he had no regard, So let him haue a traytors due reward. Now for our marriage and our nuptiall rytes, Our pleaſure is they be ſolemnized In our Abby of Weſtminſter, according to the ancient cuſtom due, The two and twentith day of Auguſt next, Set forwards then my Lords towards London ſtraight, There to take further order for the ſtate. Thus Gentles may you heere behold, the ioyning of theſe Houſes both in one, by this braue Prince Henry the ſeauenth, who was for wit compared to Salomon, his gouernment was vertuous euery way, and God did wonderouſly increaſe his ſtore, he did ſubdue a proud rebellious Lord, that did encounter him vpon blacke health. He died when he had raigned full three and twentie yeares eight moneths, and ſome odde dayes, and lies buried in Weſtminſter. He died & left behind a ſonne.