3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 17 of 34
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1595 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Oh father fly, our men have left the field, Take horse sweet father, let us save ourselves. Away my Lord for vengeance comes along with him: Nay stand not to expostulate make haste, Or else come after, I'll away before. Nay stay good Exeter, for I'll along with thee. Hear burns my candle out, That whilst it lasted gave king Henry light▪ Ah Lancaster, I fear thine overthrow, More than my bodies parting from my soul. My love and fear glude many friends to thee, And now I die, that tough commixture melts. Impairing Henry strengthened misproud York, The common people swarm like summer flies, And whither flies the Gnats but to the sun? And who shines now but Henry's enemy? Oh Phoebus hadst thou never given consent, That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds, Thy burning car had never scorched the earth. And Henry hadst thou lived as kings should do, And as thy father and his father did, Giving no foot unto the house of York, I and ten thousand in this woeful land, Had left no mourning Widows for our deaths, And thou this day hadst kept thy throne in peace. For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air? And what makes robbers bold but lenity? Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds, No way to fly, no strength to hold our flight, The foe is merciless and will not pity me, And at their hands I have deserved no pity. The air is got into my bleeding wounds, And much effuse of blood doth make me faint, Come York and Richard, Warwick and the rest, I stabbeth your fathers, now come split my breast. Thus far our fortunes keeps an upward Course, and we are graced with wreaths of victory. Some troops pursue the bloody minded Queen, That now towards Barwike 〈…〉 amain, But think you that Clifford is sled away with them? No, 'tis impossible he should escape, For though before his face I speak the words, Your brother Richard marked him for the grave. And where so ere he be I warrant him dead. Hark what soul is this that takes his heavy leave? A deadly groan, like life and death's departure. See who it is, and now the battles ended, Friend or foe, let him be friendly used. Reverse that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford. Who killed our tender brother Rutland, And stabbed our princely father Duke of York. From off the gates of York fetch down the Head, Your father's head which Clifford placed there, Instead of that, let his supply the room. Measure for measure must be answered. Bring forth that fatal skrichowle to our house, That nothing sung to us but blood and death, Now his evil boding tongue no more shall speak. I think his understanding is bearest. Say Clifford dost thou know who speaks to thee? Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life, And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.
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Oh father flie, our men haue left the field, Take horſe ſweet father, let vs ſaue our ſelues. Awaie my Lord for vengance comes along with him: Nay ſtand not to expoſtulate make haſt, Or elſe come after, Ile awaie before. Naie ſtaie good Exeter, for Ile along with thee. Heere burnes my candell ou, That whilſt it laſted gaue king Henry light▪ Ah Lancaſter, I feare thine ouerthrow, More then my bodies parting from my ſoule. My loue and feare glude manie friendes to thee, And now I die, that tough commixture melts. Impairing Henry ſtrengthened miſproud Yorke, The common people ſwarme like ſummer flies, And whither flies the Gnats but to the ſun? And who ſhines now but Henries enemie? Oh Phbus hadſt thou neuer giuen conſent, That Ph on ſhould checke thy fierie ſteedes, Thy burning carre had neuer ſcorcht the earth. And Henry hadſt thou liu'd as kings ſhould doe, And as thy father and his father did, Giuing no foot vnto the houſe of Yorke, I and ten thouſand in this wofull land, Had left no mourning Widdowes for our deathes, And thou this daie hadſt kept thy throne in peace. For what doth cheriſh weedes but gentle aire? And what makes robbers bold but lenitie? Bootleſſe are plaintes, and cureleſſe are my woundes, No waie to flie, no ſtrength to hold our flight, The foe is mercileſſe and will not pittie me, And at their hands I haue deſerude no pittie. The aire is got into my bleeding wounds, And much effuſe of bloud doth make me faint, Come Yorke and Richard, Warwike and the reſt, I ſtabde your fathers, now come ſplit my breſt. Thus farre our fortunes keepes an vpward Courſe, and we are graſt with wreathes of victorie. Some troopes purſue the bloudie minded Queene, That now towards Barwike amae, But thinke you that Clifford is ſled awaie with them? No, tis impoſſible he ſhould eſcape, For though before his face I ſpeake the words, Your brother Richard markt him for the graue. And where ſo ere he be I warrant him dead. Harke what ſoule is this that takes his heauy leaue? A deadlie grone, like life and deaths departure. See who it is, and now the battailes ended, Friend or foe, let him be friendlie vſed. Reuerſe that doome of mercie, for tis Clifford. Who kild our tender brother Rutland, And ſtabd our princelie father Duke of Yorke. From off the gates of Yorke fetch downe the Head, Your fathers head which Clifford placed there, Inſteed of that, let his ſupplie the roome. Meaſure for meaſure muſt be anſwered. Bring forth that fatall skrichowle to our houſe, That nothing ſung to vs but bloud and death, Now his euill boding tongue no more ſhall ſpeake. I thinke his vnderſtanding is bereſt. Say Clifford doeſt thou know who ſpeakes to thee? Darke cloudie death oreſhades his beames of life, And he nor ſees nor heares vs what we ſaie.