3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 26 of 34
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1595 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 493 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Pembroke, go raise an army presently, Pitch up my tent, for in the field this night I mean to rest, and on the morrow morn, I'll march to meet proud Warwick ere he land Those straggling troops which he hath got in France. But ere I go Montague and Hastings, You of all the rest are nearest allied In blood to Warwick, therefore tell me, if You favour him more than me or not: Speak truly, for I had rather have you open Enemies, then hollow friends. So God help Montague as he proves true. And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause. It shall suffice, come then let's march away. Trust me my Lords all hitherto goes well, The common people by numbers swarm to us, But see where Somerset and Clarence comes, Speak suddenly my Lords, are we all friends? Fear not that my Lord. Then gentle Clarence welcome unto Warwick. And welcome Summerset, I hold it cowardice, To rest mistrustful where a noble heart, Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love, Else might I think that Clarence▪ Edwards brother, Were but a feigned friend to our proceed, But welcome sweet Clarence my daughter shall be thine. And now what rests but in night's coverture, Thy brother being carelessly encamped, His soldiers lurking in the town about, And but attended by a simple guard, We may surprise and take him at our pleasure, Our scouts have found the adventure very easy, Then cry king Henry with resolved nundes, And break we presently into his tent. Why then let's on our way in silent sort, For Warwick and his friends God and saint George. This is his tent, and see where his guard doth Stand, Courage my soldiers, now or never, But follow me now, and Edward shall be ours. All▪ A Warwick, a Warwick Who goes there? Richard and Hastings let them go, here is the Duke. The Duke, why Warwick when we parted Last, thou calld'st me king? I, but the case is altered now. When you disgraced me in my embassage, Then I disgraced you from being king, And now am come to create you Duke of York, alas how should you govern any kingdom, That knows not how to use ambassadors, Nor how to use your brother's brotherly, No●how to shroud yourself from enemies. Well Warwick, let fortune do her worst, Edward in mind will bear himself a king. Then for his mind be Edward England's king, But Henry now shall wear the English crown. Go convey him to our brother archbishop of York, And when I have fought with Pembroke & his followers, I'll come and tell thee what the lady Bona says, And so for a while farewell good Duke of York. What follows now, all hitherto goes well, But we must dispatch some letters to France, To tell the Queen of our happy fortune, And bid her come with speed to join with us.
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`Penbrooke, go raiſe an armie preſentlie, Pitch vp my tent, for in the field this night I meane to reſt, and on the morrow morne, Ile march to meet proud Warwike ere he land Thoſe ſtragling troopes which he hath got in France. But ere I goe Montague and Haſtings, You of all the reſt are neereſt allied In bloud to Warwike, therefore tell me, if You fauour him more then me or not: Speake truelie, for I had rather haue you open Enemies, then hollow friends. So God helpe Montague as he proues true. And Haſtings as hee fauours Edwards cauſe. It ſhall ſuffice, come then lets march awaie. Truſt me my Lords all hitherto goes well, The common people by numbers ſwame to vs, But ſee where Sommerſet and Clarence comes, Speake ſuddenlie my Lords, are we all friends? Feare not that my Lord. Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto Warwike. And welcome Summerſet, I hold it cowardiſe, To reſt miſtruſtfull where a noble hart, Hath pawnde an open hand in ſigne of loue, Elſe might I thinke that Clarence▪ Edwards brother, Were but a fained friend to our proceedings, But welcome ſweet Clarence my daughter ſhal be thine. And now what reſts but in nights couerture, Thy brother being careleſlie encampt, His ſouldiers lurking in the towne about, And but attended by a ſimple guarde, We maie ſurpriſe and take him at our pleaſure, Our skouts haue found the aduenture verie eaſie, Then crie king Henry with reſolued nundes, And breake we preſentlie into his tent. Why then lets on our waie in ſilent ſort, For Warwike and his friends God and ſaint George. This is his tent, and ſee where his guard doth Stand, Courage my ſouldiers, now or neuer, But follow me now, and Edward ſhall be ours. All▪ A Warwike, a Warwike Who goes there? Richard and Haſtings let them go, heere is the Duke. The Duke, why Warwike when we parted Laſt, thou caldſt me king? I, but the caſe is altred now. When you diſgraſte me in my embaſſage, Then I diſgraſte you rom being king, And now am come to create yo Duke of Yorke, Alaſe how ſhould you gouerne anie kingdome, That knowes not how to vſe embaſſadors, Nor how to vſe your brothers brotherlie, Nohow to ſhowd your ſelfe from enimies. Well Warwike, let fortune doe her worſt, Edward in mind will beare himſelfe a king. Then for his minde be Edward Englands king, But Henry now ſhall weare the Engliſh crowne. Go conuaie him to our brother archbiſhop of Yorke, And when I haue fought with Penbrooke & his followers, Ile come and tell thee what the ladie Bona ſaies, And ſo for a while farewell good Duke of Yorke. What followes now, all hithertoo goes well, But we muſt diſpatch ſome letters to France, To tell the Queene of our happy fortune, And bid hir come with ſpeed to ioine with vs.