3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 11 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 · 465 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.
Thanks gentle Warwick. How far hence is the Duke with his power? And when came George from Burgundy to England? Some five miles off the Duke is with his power, But as for your brother he was lately sent From your kind Aunt, Duchess of Burgundy, With aid of soldiers 'gainst this needful war. TTwas odds belike, when valiant Warwick fled. Oft have I heard thy praises in pursuit, But near till now thy scandal of retire. Nor now my scandal Richard dost thou hear, For thou shalt know that this right hand of mine, Can pluck the Diadem from Saint Henry's head, And wring the awful sceptre from his fist: Were he as famous and as bold in war, As he is famed for mildness, peace and prayer. I know it well Lord Warwick blame me not, TTwas love I bore thy glories made me speak. But in this troublous time, what's to be done? Shall we gothrow away our coats of steel, And clad our bodies in black mourning gowns, Numbering our Ave-maries with our beads? Or shall we on the helmets of our foes, Tell our devotion with revengeful arms? If for the last say I▪ and to it Lords. Why therefore Warwick came to find ● you out, And therefore comes my brother Montague. Attend me Lords, the proud insulting Queen, With Clifford and the haught Northumberland, And of their feather many more proud birds, Have wrought the easy melting king like wax. He swore consent to your succession, His oath enrolled in the Parliament. But now to London all the crew are gone, To frustrate his oath or what beside May make against the house of Lancaster. Their power I guess them fifty thousand strong. Now if the help of Norfolk and myself, Can but amount to 48. thousand, With all the friends that thou brave earl of March, Among the loving Welshmen canst procure, Why via, To London will we march amain, And once again betrayed our foaming steeds, And once again cry charge upon the foe, But never once again turn back and flee. I, now me thinks I hear great Warwick speak: Near may he live to see a sunshine day, That cries retire, when Warwick bids him stay. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean, And when thou faints, must Edward fall: Which peril heaven forefend. No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York, The next degree, is England's royal king: And king of England and shalt thou be proclaimed, In every burrow as we pass along: And he that casts not up his cap for joy, Shall for the offence make forfeit of his head. King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague, Stay we no longer dreaming of renown, But forward to effect these resolutions.
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Thankes gentle Warwike. How farre hence is the Duke with his power? And when came George from Burgundie to England? Some fiue miles off the Duke is with his power, But as for your brother he was latelie ſent From your kind Aunt, Duches of Burgundie, With aide of ſouldiers gainſt this needfull warre. Twas ods belike, when valiant Warwike fled. Oft haue I heard thy praiſes in purſute, But nere till now thy ſcandall of retire. Nor now my ſcandall Richard doſt thou heare, For thou ſhalt know that ths right hand of mine, Can plucke the Diadem from aint Henries head, And wring the awefull ſcepter from his fiſt: Were he as famous and as bold in warre, As he is famde for mildneſſe, peace and praier. I know it well Lord Warwike blame me not, Twas loue I bare thy glories made me ſpeake. But in this troublous time, whats to be done? Shall we gothrow away our coates of ſteele, And clad our bodies in blacke mourning gownes, Numbring our Auemaries with our beades? Or ſhall we on the helmets of our foes, Tell our deuotion with reuengefull armes? If for the laſt ſaie I ▪ and to it Lords. Why therefore Warwike came to find you out, And therefore comes my brother Montague. Attend me Lords, the proud inſulting Queene, With Clifford and the haught Northumberland, And of their feather manie mo proud birdes, Haue wrought th eaſie melting king like waxe. He ſware conſent to your ſucceſsion, His oath inrolled in the Parliament. But now to London all the crew are gone, To fruſtrate his oath or what beſides May make againſt the houſe of Lancaſter. Thi power I geſſe them fifty thouſand ſtrong. Now if the helpe of Norffolke and my ſelfe, Can but amount to 48. thouſand, With all the friendes that thou braue earle of March, Among the louing Welſhmen canſt procure, Why via, To London will we march amaine, And once againe beide our foming ſteedes, And once againe crie charge vpon the foe, But neuer once againe turne backe and fle. I, now me thinkes I heare great Warwike ſpeake: Nere maie he liue to ſee a ſunſhine daie, That cries rtire, when Warwike bids him ſtay. Lord Warwike, on thy ſhoulder will I leane, And when thou faints, muſt Edward fall: Which perill heauen forefend. No longer Earle of March, but Duke of Yorke, The next degree, is Englands royall king: And king of England and ſhalt thou be proclaimde, In euery burrough as we paſſe along: And he that caſts not vp his cap for ioie, Shall for the offence make forfeit of his head. King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague, Stay we no longer dreaming of renowne, But forward to effect theſe reſolutions.