3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 5 of 34
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1595 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 503 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.
But I would break an hundred oaths to reign one year. And if it please your grace to give me leave, I'll show your grace the way to save your oath, And dispossess king Henry from the crown. I prithee Dick let me hear thy device. Then thus my Lord. An oath is of no moment Being not sworn before a lawful magistrate. Henry is none but doth usurp your right, And yet your grace stands bound to him by oath. Then noble father resolve yourself, And once more claim the crown. I, sayst thou so boy▪ why then it shall be so. I am resolved to win the crown, or die. Edward, thou shalt to Edmund Brooke Lord Cobham, With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise: Thou cozen Montague, shalt to Norfolk strait, And bid the Duke to muster up his soldiers, And come to me to Wakefield presently. And Richard thou to London straight shalt post, And bid Richard Nevil Earl of Warwick To leave the city, and with his men of war, To meet me at Saint Albon ten days hence. Myself here in Sandall castle will provide Both men and money to further our attempts. Now, what news? My Lord, the Queen with thirty thousand men, Accompanied with the Earls of Cumberland, Northumberland and Westmoreland, and others of the House of Lancaster, are marching towards Wakefield, To besiege you in your castle here. A God's name, let them come. cozen Montague post you hence: and boys stay you with me. Sir Iohn and sir Hugh Mortemers mine uncles, Your welcome to Sandal in an happy hour, The army of the Queen means to besiege us. She shall not need my Lord, we'll meet her in the field. What with five thousand soldiers uncle? I father, with five hundred for a need, A woman's general, what should you fear? Indeed, many brave battles have I won In Normandy, when as the enemy Hath been ten to one▪ and why should I now doubt Of the like success? I am resolved Come lets go. Let's march away, I hear their drums. Oh fly my Lord, let's leave the Castle, And fly to Wakefield strait. O Tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes. Chaplin away, thy Priesthood saves thy life, As for the brat of that accursed Duke Whose father slew my father, he shall die. Oh Clifford spare this tender Lord, lest Heaven revenge it on thy head: Oh save his life. Soldier's away and drag him hence perforce: Away with the villain. How now, what dead already? or is it fear that Makes him close his eyes? I'll open them. So looks the penned up Lion on the lamb, And so he walks insulting over his pray, And so he turns again to rend his limbs in sunder, Oh Clifford, kill me with thy sword, and Not with such a cruel threatening look, I am too mean a subject for thy wrath, Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.
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But I would breake an hundred othes to raigne one yeare. And if it pleaſe your grace to giue me leaue, Ile ſhew your grace the waie to ſaue your oath, And diſpoſſeſſe king Henrie from the crowne. I prethe Dicke let me heare thy deuiſe. Then thus my Lord. An oath is of no moment Being not ſworne before a lawfull magiſtrate. Henry is none but doth vſurpe your right, And yet your grace ſtands bound to him by oath. Then noble father reſolue your ſelfe, And once more claime the crowne. I, ſaiſt thou ſo boie▪ why then it ſhall be ſo. I am reſolude to win the crowne, or die. Edward, thou ſhalt to Edmund Brooke Lord Cobham, With vvhom the Kentiſhmen vvill vvillinglie riſe: Thou coſen Montague, ſhalt to Norffolke ſtraight, And bid the Duke to muſter vppe his ſouldiers, And come to me to Wakefield preſentlie. And Richard thou to London ſtrait ſhalt poſt, And bid Richard Neuill Earle of Warwike To leaue the cittie, and with his men of warre, To meete me at Saint Albons ten daies hence. My ſelfe heere in Sandall caſtell will prouide Both men and monie to furder our attempts. Now, what newes? My Lord, the Queene with thirtie thouſand men, Accompanied with the Earles of Cumberland, Nrthumberland and Weſtmerland, and others of the Houſe of Lancaſter, are marching towards Wakefield, To beſiedge you in your caſtell heere. A Gods name, let them come. Coſen Montague poſt you hence: and boies ſtaie you with me. Sir Iohn and ſir Hugh Mortemers mine vncles, Your welcome to Sandall in an happie houre, The armie of the Queene meanes to beſiedge vs. Shee ſhall not neede my Lorde, weele meete her in the field. What with fiue thouſand ſouldiers vncle? I father, with fiue hundred for a need, A womans generall, what ſhould you feare? Indeed, manie braue battels haue I woon In Normandie, when as the enimie Hath bin ten to one▪ and why ſhould I now doubt Of the like ſucceſſe? I am reſolu'd Come lets goe. Lets martch awaie, I heare their drums. Oh flie my Lord, lets leaue the Caſtell, And flie to Wakefield ſtraight. O Tutor, looke where bloudie Clifford comes. Chaplin awaie, thy Prieſthood ſaues thy life, As for the brat of that accurſed Duke Whoſe father ſlew my father, he ſhall die. Oh Clifford ſpare this tender Lord, leaſt Heauen reuenge it on thy head: Oh ſaue his life. Soldiers awaie and drag him hence perforce: Awaie with the villaine. How now, what dead alreadie? or is it feare that Makes him cloſe his eies? Ile open them. So lookes the pent vp Lion on the lambe, And ſo he walkes inſulting ouer his praie, And ſo he turnes againe to rend his limmes in ſunder, Oh Clifford, kill me with thy ſword, and Not with ſuch a cruell threatning looke, I am too meane a ſubiect for thy wrath, Be thou reuengde on men, and let me liue.