3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 27 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 · 511 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.
I that's the first thing that we have to do, And free king Henry from imprisonment, And see him seated in his regal throne, Come let us haste away, and having past these cares, I'll post to York, and see how Edward fares. Lord Hastings▪ and 〈◊〉 William Stanley, Know that the cause I sent for you is this. I look my brother with a slender train, Should come a hunting in this forest here. The Bishop of York be friends him much, And lets him use his pleasure in the chase, Now I have privily sent him word, How I am come with you to rescue him. And see where the huntsman and he doth come. This way my Lord the dear is gone. No this way huntsman, see where the Keepers stand. Now brother and the rest, What, are you provided to departed? I, I▪ the horse stands at the park corner, Come, to Linne▪ and so take shipping into Flanders▪ Come then: Hastings, and Stanley, I will Requite your loves. Bishop farewell, Shield thee from Warwikes frown, And pray that I may repossess the crown. Now huntsman what will you do? Marry my Lord, I think I had as good Go with you, as tarry here to be hanged. Come then let's away with speed. Tell me good madam, why is your grace So passionate of late? Why brother Rivers, hear you not the news, Of that success king Edward had of late? Whats loss of some pitched battle against Warwick, Tush, fear not fair Queen, but cast those cares aside. King Edward's noble mind his honours doth display▪ And Warwick may lose, though then he got the day. If that were all, my griefs were at an end: But greater troubles will I fear befall. What, is he taken prisoner? by the foe, To the danger of his royal person then: I, there's my grief, king Edward is surprised, And led away, as prisoner unto York. The news is passing strange. I must confess: Yet comfort yourself, for Edward hath more friends, Then Lancaster at this time must perceive, That some will set him in his throne again▪ God grant they may, but gentle brother come, And let me lean upon thine arm a while, Until I come unto the sanctuary, There to preserve the fault within my womb, K. Edward's seed true heir to England's crown. Thus far from Belgia have we passed the seas, And marched from Raunspur haven unto York: But soft the gates are shut, I like not this. Sound up the drum and call them to the walls. Enter the Lord Maire of York upon the walls. My Lords we had notice of your coming, And that's the cause we stand upon our guard, An I shut the gates for to preserve the town. Henry now is king, and we are sworn to him. Why my Lord Maire, if Henry be your king, Edward I am sure at least, is Duke of York. Truth my Lord, we know you for no less.
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I thats the firſt thing that we haue to doe, And free king Henry from impriſonment, And ſee him ſeated in his regall throne, Come let vs haſte awaie, and hauing paſt theſe cares, Ile poſt to Yorke, and ſee how Edward fares. Lord Haſtings▪ and VVilliam Stanly, Know that the cauſe I ſent for you is this. I looke my brother with a ſlender traine, Should come a hunting in this forreſt heere. The Biſhop of Yorke be friends him much, And lets him vſe his pleaſure in the chaſe, Now I haue priuilie ſent him word, How I am come with you to reſcue him. And ſee where the huntſman and he doth come. This waie my Lord the deere is gone. No this waie huntſman, ſee where the Keepers ſtand. Now brother and the reſt, What, are you prouided to depart? I, I▪ the horſe ſtands at the parke corner, Come, to Linne▪ and ſo take ſhipping into Flanders▪ Come then: Haſtings, and Stanlie, I will Requite your loues. Biſhop farewell, Sheeld thee from Warwikes frowne, And praie that I maie repoſſeſſe the crowne. Now huntſman what will you doe? Marrie my Lord, I thinke I had as good Goe with you, as tarrie heere to be hangde. Come then lets awaie with ſpeed. Tel me good maddam, why is your grace So paonate of late? Why brother Riuers, heare you not the newes, Of that ſucceſſe king Edward had of late? What loſſe of ſome pitcht battaile againſt Warwike, Tuſh, feare not faire Queen, but caſt thoſe cares aſide. King Edwards noble mind his honours doth diſplay▪ And Warwike maie looſe, though then he got the day. If that were all, my griefes were at an end: But greater troubles will I ar befall. What, is he taken priſoner? by the foe, To the danger of his royall perſon then: I, thears my griefe, king Edward is ſurpriſde, And led awaie, as priſoner vnto Yorke. The newes is paſſing ſtrange. I muſt confeſſe: Yet comfort your ſelfe, for Edward hath more friends, Then Lancaſter at this time muſt perceiue, That ſome will ſet him in his throne againe▪ God grant they maie, but gentle brother come, And let me leane vpon thine arme a while, Vntill I come vnto the ſanctuaie, There to preſerue the fut within my wombe, K. Edwards ſeed true heire to Englands crowne. Thus far from Belgia haue we paſt the ſeas, And marcht from Raunſpur hauen vnto Yorke: But ſoft the gates are ſhut, I like not this. Sound vp the drum and call them to the wals. Enter the Lord Maire of Yorke vpon the wals. My Lords we had notice of your comming, And thats the cauſe we ſtand vpon our garde, An I ſhut the gates for to preſerue the towne. Henry now is king, and we are ſworne to him. Why my Lord Maire, if Henry be your king, Edward I am ſure at leaſt, is Duke of Yorke. Truth my Lord, we know you for no leſſe.