3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 19 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 · 483 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.
My Queen and son poor souls are gone to France, and as I hear the great commanding Warwick, To entreat a marriage with the lady Bona, If this be true, poor Queen and son, Your labour is but spent in vain, For Lewis is a prince soon won with words, And Warwick is a subtle Orator. He laughs and says, his Edward is installed, She weeps, and says her Henry is deposed, He on his right hand ask a wise for Edward, She on his left side craving aid for Henry. What art thou that talks of kings and queens? More than I seem, for less I should not be. A man at least, and more I cannot be, And men may talk of kings, and why not I? I but thou talkest as if thou wert a king thyself. Why so I am in mind though not in show. And if thou be a king where is thy crown? My crown is in my heart, not on my head. My crown is called content, a crown that Kings do seldom times enjoy. And if thou be a king crowned with content, Your crown content and you, must be content To go with us unto the officer, for as we think You are our quondam king, K. Edward hath deposed, And therefore we charge you in God's name & the kings To go along with us unto the officers. God's name be fulfilled, your king's name be Obeyed, and be you kings, command and I'll obey. Brothers of Clarence, and of Gloucester, This lady's husband here sir Richard Grace, At the battle of saint Alkones did lose his life, His lands then were seized on by the conqueror. Her suit is now to repossess those lands, And sith in quarrel of the house of York, The noble gentleman did lose his life, In honour we cannot deny her ●●te. Your highness shall do well to grant it then. I, so I will, but yet I'll make a pause. I is the wind in that door? Clarence, I see the Lady hath some thing to grant, Before the king will grant her humble lute. He knows the game, how well he keeps the wind. Widow come some other time to know our mind. May it please your grace I cannot brook delays, I beseech your highness to dispatch me now. Lords give us leave, we mean to try this widows wit. I, good leave have you. For you will have leave till youth take leave, And leave you to your crouch. Come hither widow, how many children haste thou? I think he means to beg a child on her. Nay whip me then, he'll rather give her two. Three my most gracious Lord. You shall have four and you will be ruled by him. Were it not pity they should lose their father's lands?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My Queene and ſonne poore ſoules are gone to France, and as I heare the great commanding Warwike, To intreat a marriage with the ladie Bona, If this be true, poore Queene and ſonne, Your labour is but ſpent in vaine, For Lewis is a prince ſoone wun with words, And Warwike is a ſubtill Orator. He laughes and ſaies, his Edward is inſtalde, She weepes, and ſaies her Henry is depoſde, He on his right hand asking a wiſe for Edward, She on his left ſide crauing aide for Henry. What art thou that talkes of kings and queens? More then I ſeeme, for leſſe I ſhould not be. A man at leaſt, and more I cannot be, And men maie talke of kings, and why not I? I but thou talkeſt as if thou wert a king thy ſelfe. Why ſo I am in mind though not in ſhew. And if thou be a king where is thy crowne? My crowne is in my hart, not on my head. My crowne is calde content, a crowne that Kings doe ſeldome times enioy. And if thou be a king crownd with content, Your crowne content and you, muſt be content To go with vs vnto the officer, for as we thinke You are our quondam king, K. Edward hath depoſde, And therefore we charge you in Gods name & the kings To go along with vs vnto the officers. Gods name be fulfild, your kings name be Obaide, and be you kings, command and Ile obay. Brothers of Clarence, and of Gloceſter, This ladies husband heere ſir Rchard Gray, At the battaile of ſaint Alkones did loſe his life, His lands then were ſeazed on by the conqueror. Her ſute is now to repoſſeſſe thoſe lands, And ſith in quarrell of the houſe of Yorke, The noble gentleman did loſe his life, In honor we cannot denie her te. Your highneſſe ſhall doe well to grant it then. I, ſo I will, but yet Ile make a pauſe. I is the wind in that doore? Clarence, I ſee the Lady hath ſome thing to grant, Before the king will grant her humble lute. He knows the game, how well he keepes the wind. Widow come ſome other time to know our mind. May it pleaſe your grace I cannot brooke delaies, I beſeech your highneſſe to diſpatch me now. Lords giue vs leaue, wee meane to trie this widowes wit. I, good leaue haue you. For you will haue leaue till youth take leaue, And leaue you to your crouch. Come hither widdow, howe many children haſte thou? I thinke he meanes to begge a child on her. Nay whip me then, heele rather giue hir two. Three my moſt gratious Lord. You ſhall haue foure and you wil be rulde by him. Were it not pittie they ſhoulde looſe their fathers lands?