3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 4 of 34
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1595 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and typicality 0.80 · 496 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome, Or live in peace abandoned and despised. They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield my Lord. Ah Exeter? Why should you sigh my Lord? Not for myself Lord Warwick, but my soone, Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. But be it as it may: I here entail the Crown To thee and to thine heirs, conditionally, That here thou take thine oath, to cease these civil Broils, and whilst I live to honour me as thy king and Sovereign. That oath I willingly take and will perform. Long live king Henry. Plantagenet embrace him? And long live thou and all thy forward sons. Now York and Lancaster are reconciled. Accuist be he that seeks to make them so's, My Lord I'll take my leave, for I'll to Wakefield To my castle. Exit York and his sons. And I'll keep London with my soldiers. And I'll to Norfolk with my followers. And I to the sea from whence I came. My Lord here comes the Queen, I'll steal away. And so will I. Nay stay, or else I follow thee. Be patiented gentle Queen, and then I'll stay. What patience can there? ah timorous man, Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me, And given our rights unto the house of York. Art thou a king and wilt be worst to yield? Had I been there, the soldiers should have tossed Me on their lances points, before I would have Granted to their wills. The Duke is made Protector of the land: Stern Fawconbridge Commands the narrow seas. And thinkest thou then To sleep secure? I here divorce me Henry From thy bed, until that Act of Parliament Be recalde, wherein thou yieldest to the house of York. The Northern Lords that have forsworn thy colours, Will follow mine if once they see them spread, And spread they shall unto thy deep disgrace. Come son, let's away and leave him here alone. Stay gentle Margaret, and here me speak. Thou hast spoke too much already, therefore be still. Gentle son Edward, wilt thou stay with me? I, to be murdered by his enemies. When I return with victory from the field, I'll see your Grace, till then I'll follow her. Poor Queen, her love to me and to the prince Her son, Makes her in 〈…〉 thus forget herself. Revenged may she be on that accursed Duke. Come cozen of Exeter, stay thou here, For Clifford and those Northern Lords be gone I fear towards Wakefield, to disturb the Duke. Brother and cozen Montague, give me leave to speak. Nay, I can better play the Orator. But I have reasons strong and forcible. How now sons what at a jar amongst yourselves? No father, but a sweet contention, about that which concerns yourself and us, The crown of England father. The crown boy, why Henries yet alive, And I have sworn that he shall reign in quiet till His death.
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)
1595
First performance / composition (Annals)
c.1591
First performance (BritDrama)
1591 [1587-1592]
Company (BritDrama)
Pembroke's Men
Genre (British Drama)
history
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 265 · TCP A10726 · DEEP 212
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 177–238 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 34 in this edition
Length
496 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T43 — York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and conflictcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.797 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T8 · seed 44: T50 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
In dreadfull warre maiſt thou be ouercome, Or liue in peace abandon'd and deſpiſde. They ſeeke reuenge, and therefore will not yeeld my Lord. Ah Exeter? Why ſhould you ſigh my Lord? Not for my ſelfe Lord Warwike, but my ſoone, Whom I vnnaturallie ſhall diſinherit. But be it as it maie: I heere intaile the Crowne To thee and to thine heires, conditionallie, That here thou take thine oath, to ceaſe theſe ciuill Broiles, and whilſt I liue to honour me as thy king and Soueraigne. That oath I willinglie take and will performe. Long liue king Henry. Plantagenet embrace him? And long liue thou and all thy forward ſonnes. Now Yorke and Lancaſter are reconcilde. Accuiſt be he that ſeekes to make them ſoes, My Lord Ile take my leaue, for Ile to Wakefield To my caſtell. Exit Yorke and his ſonnes. And Ile keepe London with my ſouldiers. And Ile to Norffolke with my followers. And I to the ſea from whence I came. My Lord here comes the Queen, Ile ſteale away. And ſo will I. Naie ſtaie, or elſe I follow thee. Be patient gentle Queene, and then Ile ſtaie. What patience can there? ah timerous man, Thou haſt vndoone thy ſelfe, thy ſonne, and me, And giuen our rights vnto the houſe of Yorke. Art thou a king and wilt be orſt to yeeld? Had I beene there, the ſouldiers ſhould haue toſt Me on their launces points, before I would haue Granted to their wils. The Duke is made Protector of the land: Sterne Fawconbridge Commands the narrow ſeas. And thinkſt thou then To ſleepe ſecure? I heere diuorce me Henry From thy bed, vntll that Act of Parlement Be recalde, wherein thou yeeldeſt to the houſe of Yorke. The Northen Lords that haue forſworne thy colours, Will follow mine if once they ſee them ſpred, And ſpread they ſhall vnto thy deepe diſgrace. Come ſonne, lets awaie and leaue him heere alone. Staie gentle Margaret, and here me ſpeake. Thou haſt ſpoke too much alreadie, therefore be ſtill. Gentle ſonne Edwarde, wilt thou ſtaie with me? I, to be murdred by his enemies. When I returne with victorie from the field, Ile ſee your Grace, till then Ile follow her. Poore Queene, her loue to me and to the prince Her ſonne, Makes hir in thus forget hir ſelfe. Reuenged maie ſhe be on that accurſed Duke. Come coſen of Exeter, ſtaie thou here, For Clifford and thoſe Northern Lords be gone I feare towards Wakefield, to diſturbe the Duke. Brother and coſen Montague, giue mee leaue to speake. Nay, I can better plaie the Orator. But I haue reaſons ſtrong and forceable. Howe nowe ſonnes what at a iarre amongſt your ſelues? No father, but a ſweete contention, about that which concernes your ſelfe and vs, The crowne of England father. The crowne boy, why Henries yet aliue, And I haue ſworne that he ſhall raigne in quiet till His death.