3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 22 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 · 518 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.
From worthy Edward king of England, My Lord and Sovereign and thy vowed friend, I come in kindness and unfeigned love, First to do greetings to thy royal person, And then to crave a league of amity, And lastly to confirm that amity With nuptial knot if thou vouchsafe to grant That virtuous lady Bona thy fair sister, To England's king in lawful marriage. And if this go forward all our hope is done. And gracious Madam, in our king's behalf, I am commanded with your love and favour, Humbly to kiss your hand and with my tongue, To tell the passions of my sovereign's heart, Where same late entering at his heedful cares, Hath placed thy glorious image and thy virtues. King Lewes and Lady Bona hear me speak, Before you answer Warwick or his words, For he it is hath done us all these wrongs. Injurious Margaret. And why not Queen? Because thy father Henry did usurp, And thou no more art Prince than she is Queen. Then Warwick disannuls great Ioha of Gaunt, That did subdue the greatest part of Spain, And after Iohn of Gaunt wise Henry the fourth, Whose wisdom was a mirror to the world. And after this wise prince Henry the fift, Who with his prowess conquered all France, From these our Henry's lincallie descent. Oxford, how haps that in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the sixth had lost All that Henry the fift had gotten. Me thinks these peers of France should smile at that, But for the rest you tell a pedigree Of three score and two years a silly time, To make prescription for a kingdoms worth. Why Warwick, canst thou deny thy king, Whom thou obeyedst thirty and eight years, And bewray thy treasons with a blush? Can Oxford that did ever fence the right, Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree? For shame leave Henry and call Edward king. Call him my king by whom mine elder Brother the Lord Aubray Vere was done to death, And more than so, my father even in the Downfall of his mellowed years, When age did call him to the door of death? No Warwick no, whilst life upholds this arm, This arm upholds the house of Lancaster. And I the house of York. Queen Margaret, prince Edward and Oxford, vouchsafe to forbear a while, Till I do talk a word with Warwick. Now Warwick even upon thy honour tell me true; Is Edward lawful king or no? For I were loath to link with him, that is not lawful heir. Thereon I pawn mine honour and my credit. What is he gracious in the people's eyes? The more, that Henry is unfortunate. What is his love to our sister Buna? Such it seems As may beseem a monarch like himself. Myself have often heard him some and swear, That this his love was an eternal plant, The root whereof was fixed in virtues ground, The leaves and fruit maintained with beauties sun, Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Unless the lady Bona quite his pain.
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From worthy Edward king of England, My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed friend, I come in kindnes and vnfained loue, Firſt to do greetings to thy royall perſon, And then to craue a league of amitie, And laſtlie to confirme that amitie With nuptiall knot if thou vouchſafe to grant That vertuous ladie Bona thy faire ſiſter, To Englands king in lawfull marriage. And if this go forward all our hope is done. And gratious Madam, in our kings behalfe, I am commanded with your loue and fauour, Humblie to kiſſe your hand and with my tongue, To tell the paſſions of my ſoueraines hart, Where ſame late entring at his heedfull cares, Hath plaſt thy glorious image and thy vertues. King Lewes and Lady Bona heare me ſpeake, Before you anſwere Warwike or his words, For hee it is hath done vs all theſe wrongs. Iniurious Margaret. And why not Queene? Becauſe thy father Henry did vſurpe, And thou no more art Prince then ſhee is Queene. Then Warwike diſanuls great Ioha of Gaunt, That did ſubdue the greateſt part of Spaine, And after Iohn of Gaunt wiſe Henry the fourth, Whoſe wiſedome was a mirrour to the world. And after this wiſe prince Henry the fift, Who with his proweſſe conquered all France, From theſe our Henries lincallie diſcent. Oxford, how haps that in this ſmooth diſcourſe You told not how Henry the ſixt had loſt All that Henry the fift had gotten. Me thinkes theſe peeres of France ſhould ſmile at that, But for the reſt you tell a pettigree Of three ſcore and two yeares a ſillie time, To make preſcription for a kingdomes worth. Why Warwike, canſt thou dene thy king, Whom thou obeyedſt thirtie and eight yeeres, And bewray thy treaſons with a bluh? Can Oxford that did euer fence the right, Now buckler falſhood with a pettigree? For ſhme leaue Henry and call Edward king. Call him my king by whom mine elder Brother the Lord Aubray Vere was done to death, And more than ſo, my father euen in the Downefall of his mellowed yeares, When age did call him to the dore of deat? No Warwike no, whilſt life vpholds this arme, This arme vpholds the houſe of Lancaſter. And I the houſe of Yorke. Queene Margaret, prince Edward and Oxford, vochſafe to forbeare a while, Till I doe talke a word with Warwike. Now Warwike euen vpon thy honor tell me true; Is Edward lawfull king or no? For I were loath to linke with him, that is not lawful heir. Thereon I pawne mine honour and my credit. What is he gratious in the peoples eies? The more, that Henry is vnfortunate. What is his loue to our ſiſter Buna? Such it ſeemes As maie beſeeme a monarke like himſelfe. My ſelfe haue often heard him ſe and ſweare, That this his loue was an eternall plant, The rot whereof was fixt in vertues ground, The leaues and fruite maintainde with beautis ſun, Exempt from enuie, but not from disdaine, Vnleſſe the ladie Bona quite his paine.