3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 18 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 · 484 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.
Oh would he did, and so perhaps he doth, And 'tis his policy that in the time of death, He might avoid such bitter storms as he In his hour of death did give unto our father. Richard if thou thinkest so, vex him with eager words. Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. Clifford device excuses for thy fault. Whilst we devise fell tortures for thy fault. Thou pittiedst York, and I am son to York. Thou pittiedst Rutland, and I will pity thee. Where's captain Margaret to hence you now? They mock thee Clifford, swear as thou wast wont. What not an oath? Nay, than I know he's dead. 'tis hard, when Clifford cannot ford his friend an oath. By this I know he's dead, and by my soul, Would this right hand buy but an hours life, That I in all contempt might rail at him. I'd cut it off and with the issuing blood, Stifle the villain whose iust inched thirst, York and young Rutland could not satisfy. I, but he is dead, off with the traitor's head, And rear it in the place your fathers stands. And now to London with triumphant march, There to be crowned England's lawful king. From thence shall Warwick cross the seas to France, And ask the lady Bona for thy Queen, So shalt thou sinew both these lands together, And having France thy friend thou needst not dread, The scattered foe that hopes to rise again. And though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, Yet look to have them busy to offend thine ears. First I'll see the coronation done, And afterward I'll cross the seas to France, To effect this marriage if it please my Lord. Even as thou wilt good Warwick let it be. But first before we go, George kneel down. We here create thee Duke of Clarence, and girt thee with the sword. Our younger brother Richard Duke of Gloucester. Warwick as myself shall do & undo as him pleaseth best. Let me be Duke of Clarenco, George of Gloster, For Gloster's Duke doom is too ominous. Tush that's a childish observation. Richard be Duke of Gloster. Now to London. To see these honours in possession. Come let's take our stands upon this hill, And by and by the dear will come this way. But stay, here comes a man, let's listen him a while. From Scotland am I stolen even of pure love, And thus disguised to greet my native land. No, Henry no It is no land of thine, No bending knee will call thee Caesar now, No humble suitors sues to thee for right, For how canst thou help them and not thyself? I marry sir, here is a dear, his skin is a Keeper's fee▪ Sirrah stand close, for as I think, This is the king, king Edward hath deposed.
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Oh would he did, and ſo perhaps he doth, And tis his policie that in the time of death, He might auoid ſuch bitter ſtormes as he In his houre of death did giue vnto our father. Richard if thou thinkeſt ſo, vex him with eagr words. Clifford, aske mercie and obtaine no grace. Clifford, repent in bootleſſe penitence. Clifford deuiſe excuſes for thy fault. Whilſt we deuiſe fell tortures for thy fault. Thou pittiedſt Yorke, and I am ſonne to Yorke. Thou pittiedſt Rutland, and I will pittie thee. Wheres captaine Margaret to ence you now? They mocke thee Clifford, ſweare as thou waſt wont. What not an oth? Nay, then I know hees dead. Tis hard, when Clifford cannot foord his friend an oath. By this I know hees dead, and by my ſoule, Would this right hand buy but an howres life, That I in all contempt might raile at him. Ide cut it off and with the iſſuing bloud, Stifle the villaine whoſe inſt inched thirſt, Yorke and young Rutland could not ſatisfie. I, but he is dead, off with the traitors head, And reare it in the place your fathers ſtands. And now to London with triumphant march, There to be crowned Englands lawfull king. From thence ſhall Warwike croſſe the ſeas to France, And aske the ladie Bona for thy Queene, So ſhalt thou ſinew both theſe landes togither, And hauing France thy friend thou needſt not dread, The ſcattered foe that hopes to riſe againe. And though they cannot greatly ſting to hurt, Yet looke to haue them buſie to offend thine eares. Firſt Ile ſee the coronation done, And afterward Ile croſſe the ſeas to France, To effect this marriage if it pleaſe my Lord. Euen as thou wilt good Warwike let it be. But firſt before we goe, George kneele downe. We here create thee Duke of Clarence, and girt thee with the ſword. Our younger brother Richard Duke of Glocester. Warwike as my ſelfe ſhal do & vndo as him pleaſeth beſt. Let me be Duke of Clarenco, George of Gloſter, For Gloſters Duke dome is too ominous. Tuſh thats a childiſh obſeruation. Richard be Duke of Gloſter. Now to London. To ſee theſe honors in poſſeſsion. Come lets take our ſtands vpon this hill, And by and by the deere will come this waie. But ſtaie, heere come a man, lets liſten him a while. From Scotland am I ſtolne euen of pure loue, And thus diſguiſde to greet my natiue land. No, Henrie no It is no land of thine, No bending knee will call thee Caeſar now, No humble ſus ſues to thee for right, For how canſt thou helpe them and not thy ſelfe? I marrie ſir, here is a deere, his skin is a Keepers fee▪ Sirra ſtand cloſe, for as I thinke, This is the king, king Edward hath depoſde.