3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 1 of 34
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1595 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 460 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.
I Wonder how the king escaped our hands. Whilst we pursued the horsemen of the North, He slily stole away and left his men: Whereat the great Lord of Northumland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, Charged our main battles front, and therewith him Lord Stafford and Lord Clifford all abrest 〈…〉 Broke in and were by the hands of common Soldiers slain. Lord Staffords father Duke of Buckhingham, Is either slain or wounded dangerously, I cloven his Beaver with a down right blow: Father that this is true behold his blood. And brother here's the Earl of Wiltshire's Blood, whom I encountered as the battles ioind. Speak thou for me and tell them what I did. What is your grace dead my L▪ of Summerset? Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Ga . Thus do I hope to shape king Henry's head. And so do I victorious prince of York, Before I see thee seated in that throne Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, I vow by heavens these eyes shall never close. This is the palace of that fearful king, And that the regal chair? Possess it York: For this is thine and not king Henry's heirs. Assist me then sweet Warwick, and I will: For hither are we broken in by force. we'll all assist thee, and he that flies shall die. Thanks gentle Norfolk. Stay by me my Lords, and soldiers stay you here and lodge this night: And when the king comes offer him no Violence, unless he seek to put us out by force. Armed as we be, let's stay within this house? The bloody parliament shall this be called, unless Plantagenet Duke of York be king And bashful Henry be deposed, whose cowardice Hath made us by words to our enemies. Then leave me not my Lords: for now I mean To take possession of my right. Neither the king, nor him that loves him best, The proudest bird that holds up Lancaster. Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells. I'll plant Plantagenet: and root him out who dares? Resolve thee Richard: Claim the English crown. Look Lordings where the sturdy rebel sits, Even in the chair of state: belike he means Backed by the power of Warwick that false peer, To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king. Earl of Northumberland▪ he slew thy father. And thine Clifford: and you both have vowed revenge, On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. And if I be not, heavens be revenged on me. The hope thereof, makes Clifford mourn in steel. What? shall we suffer this, let's pull him down. My heart for anger breaks, I cannot speak. Be patiented gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
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I Wonder how the king eſcapt our hands. Whilſt we purſude the horſemen of the North, He ſlilie ſtole awaie and left his men: Whereat the great Lord of Northumland, Whoſe warlike eares could neuer brooke retrait, Chargde our maine battels front, and therewith him Lord Stafford and Lord Clifford all abrſt Brake in and were by the hands o common Souldiers slain. Lord Staffords father Duke of Buckhingham, Is either ſlaine or wounded dangerouſlie, I cleft his Beuer with a downe right blow: Father that this is true behold his bloud. And brother heeres the Earle of Wiltſhires Bloud, whom I encountred as the battailes iod. Speake thou for me and tell them what I did. What is your grace dead my L▪ of Summerſet? Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Ga . Thus doe I hope to ſhape king Henries head. And ſo do I victorius prince of Yorke, Before I ſee thee ſeated in that throne Which now the houſe of Lancaſter vſurpes, I vow by heauens theſe eies ſhal neuer cloſe. This is the pallace of that fearefull king, And that the regall chaire? Poſſeſſe it Yorke: For this is thine and not king Henries heires. Aſſiſt me then ſweet Warwike, and I wil: For hither are we broken in by force. Weele all aſſiſt thee, and he that flies ſhall die. Thanks gentle Norffolke. Staie by me my Lords, and ſouldiers ſtaie you heere and lodge this night: And when the king comes offer him no Violence, vnleſſe he ſeek to put vs out by force. Armde as we be, lets ſtaie within this houſe? The bloudie parlement ſhall this be calde, Vnl e Plantagenet Duke of Yorke be king And baſhfull Henrie be depoſde, whoſe cowardiſe Hath made vs by words to our enemies. Then leaue me not my Lords: for now I meane To take poſſeſſion of my right. Neither the king, nor him that loues him beſt, The proudeſt burd that holds vp Lancaſter. Dares ſtirre a wing if Warwike ſhake his bels. Ile plant Plantagenet: and root him out who dares? Reſolue thee Richard: Claime the Engliſh crowne. Looke Lordings where the ſturdy rebel ſits, Euen in the chaire of ſtate: belike he meanes Backt by the power of Warwike that falſe peere, To aſpire vnto the crowne, and raigne as king. Earle of Northumberland▪ he ſlew thy father. And thine Clifford: and you both haue vow'd reuenge, On him, his ſonnes, his fauorites, and his friends. And if I be not, heauens be reuengd on me. The hope thereof, makes Clifford mourn in ſteel. What? ſhall we ſuffer this, lets pull him downe. My hart for anger breakes, I cannot ſpeake. Be patient gentle Earle of Weſtmerland.