3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 21 of 34
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1595 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 481 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
The ghostly father now hath done his shrift. When he was made a shriver ttwas for shift. Brothers you muse what talk the widow And I have had, you would think it strange If I should marry her. Marry her my Lord, to whom? Why Clarence to myself. That would be ten days wonder at the least. Why that's a day longer than a wonder lasts. And so much more are the wonders in extremes. Well, jest on brothers, I can tell you, her Suit is granted for her husband's lands. And it please your grace, Henry your foe is Taken, and brought as prisoner to your palace gates. Away with him and send him to the Tower, And let us go question with the man about His apprehension. Lords along, and use this Lady honourably. I, Edward will use women honourably, Would he were wasted marrow, bones and all, That from his loins no issue might succeed To hinder me from the golden time I look for, For I am not yet looked on in the world. First is there Edward, Clarence, and Henry And his son, and all they looked for issue Of their loins ere I can plant myself, A cold premeditation for my purpose, What other pleasure is there in the world beside? I will go clad my body in gay ornaments, And lull myself within a lady's lap, And with sweet Ladies with my words and looks. Oh monstrous man, to harbour such a thought▪ Why love did scorn me in my mother's womb. And for I should not deal in her astaires, She did corrupt frail nature in the flesh, And plasle an envious mountain on my back, Where sits deformity to mock my body, To dry mine arm up like a withered shrimp. To make my legs of an unequal size, And am I then a man to be beloved? Easier for me to compass twenty crowns. Tut I can smile, and murder when I smile, I cry content, to that that grieves me most. I can add colours to the Chameleon, And for a need change shapes with Protheus, And set the aspiring Catalin to school. Can I do this, and cannot get the crown? Tush were it ten times higher, I'll pull it down. Welcome Queen Margaret to the Court of France, It sits not Lewis to sit while thou dost stand, Sat by my side, and here I vow to thee, Thou shalt have aid to repossess thy right, And be at proud Edward from his usurped seat. And place king Henry in his former rule. I humbly thank your royal majesty, And pray the God of heaven to bless thy state, Great king of France, that thus regards our wrongs. How now, who is this? Our Earl of Warwick Edward's chiefest friend. Welcome brave Warwick, what brings thee to France?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
The ghoſtlie father now hath done his ſhrift. When he was made a ſhriuer twas for ſhift. Brothers you muſe what talke the widdow And I haue had, you would thinke it ſtrange If I ſhould marrie her. Marrie her my Lord, to whom? Why Clarence to my ſelfe. That would be ten daies wonder at the leaſt. Why thats a daie longer then a wonder laſtes. And ſo much more are the wonders in extreames. Well, ieaſt on brothers, I can tell you, hir Sute is granted for her husbands lands. And it pleaſe your grace, Henry your foe is Taken, and brought as priſoner to your pallace gates. Awaie with him and ſend him to the Tower, And let vs go queſtion with the man about His apprehenſion. Lords along, and vſe this Ladie honorablie. I, Edward will vſe women honourablie, Would he were waſted marrow, bones and all, That from his loines no iſſue might ſucceed To hinder me from the golden time I looke for, For I am not yet lookt on in the world. Firſt is there Edward, Clarence, and Henry And his ſonne, and all they lookt for iſſue Of their loines ere I can plant my ſelfe, A cold premeditation for my purpoſe, What other pleaſure is there in the world beſide? I will go clad my bodie in gaie ornaments, And lull my ſelfe within a ladies lap, And with ſweet Ladies with my words and lookes. Oh monſtrous man, to harbour ſuch a thought▪ Why loue did ſcorne me in my mothers wombe. And for I ſhould not deale in hir aſtaires, Shee did corrupt fraile nature in the fleſh, And plaſle an enuious mountaine on my backe, Where ſits deformity to mocke my bodie, To drie mine arme vp like a withered ſhrimpe. To make my legges of an vnequall ſize, And am I then a man to be belou'd? Eaſier for me to compaſſe twentie crownes. Tut I can ſmile, and murder when I ſmile, I crie content, to that that greeues me moſt. I can adde colours to the Camelion, And for a need change ſhapes with Protheus, And ſet the aſpiring Catalin to ſchoole. Can I doe this, and cannot get the crowne? Tuſh were it ten times higher, Ile pull it downe. Welcome Queene Margaret to the Court of France, It ſits not Lewis to ſit while thou doſt ſtand, Sit by my ſide, and here I vow to thee, Thou ſhalt haue aide to repoſſeſſe thy right, And be at proud Edward from his vſurped ſeat. And place king Henry in his former rule. I humblie thanke your royall maieſtie, And pray the God of heauen to bleſſe thy ſtate, Great king of France, that thus regards our wrongs. How now, who is this? Our Earle of Warwike Edwardes chiefeſt friend. Welcome braue Warwike, what brings thee to France?