3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 32 of 34
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1595 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
And if there be, as God forbidden there should, Amongst us a timorous or fearful man, Let him departed before the battles join, least he in time of need entice another, And so withdraw the soldiers hearts from us. I will not stand aloof and bid you fight, But with my sword press in the thickest throngs, And single Edward from his strongest guard, And hand to hand enforce him for to yield, Or leave my body as witness of my thoughts. Women and children of so high resolve, And Warriors faint, why ttwere perpetual Shame? Oh brave young Prince, thy Noble grandfather doth live again in thee, Long mayest thou live to bear his image, And to renew his glories. And he that turns and flies when such do fight, Let him to bed, and like the Owl by day Be hist, and wondered at if he arise. My Lords, Duke Edward with a mighty power, Is marching hitherwards to fight with you. I thought it was his policy, to take us unprovided, But here will we stand and fight it to the death. See brothers, yonder stands the thorny wood, Which by God's assistance and your prowess, Shall with our swords yer night be clean cut down. Lords, Knights & gentlemen, what I should say, My tears gainsay, for as you see, I drink The water of mine eyes. Then no more But this. Henry your king is prisoner In the tower, his land and all our friends Are quite distressed, and yonder stands The Wolf that makes all this, Then on God's name Lords together cry saint George. All Saint George for Lancaster. Lo here a period of tumultuous broils, Away with Oxford to Hames castle strait, For Summerset off with his guilty head. Away I will not hear them speak. For my part I'll not trouble thee with words. Not I, but stoop with patience to my death. Now Edward what satisfaction canst thou make, ●or stirring up my subjects to rebellion? Speak like a subject proud ambitious York, Suppose that I am now my father's mouth, Resign thy chair▪ and where I stand kneel thou, Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Which traitor thou wouldst have me answer to. Oh that thy father had been so resolved▪ That you might still have kept your Petticoat, and near have slolne the Brh from Lancaster. Let Aesop fable in a winter's night. His cuttish Riddles sorts not with this place. By heaven brat I'll plague you for that word. I▪ thou wast borne to be a plague to men. For God's sake take a way this captive scold. Nay take away this skolding Crooktbacke rather. Peace wilful boy, or I will tame your tongue. Untutored lad thou art too malapert. I know my duty, you are all undutiful. Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George, And thou misshapen Dick, I tell you all, I am your better, traitors as you be.
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And if there be, as God forbid there ſhould, Amongſt vs a timorous or fearefull man, Let him depart before the battels ioine, eaſt he in time of need intiſe another, And ſo withdraw the ſouldiers harts from vs. I will not ſtand aloofe and bid you fight, But with my ſword preſſe in the thickeſt thronges, And ſingle Edward from his ſtrongeſt guard, And hand to hand enforce him for to yeeld, Or leaue my bodie as witneſſe of my thoughts. Women and children of ſo high reſolue, And Warriors faint, why twere perpetuall Shame? Oh braue yong Prince, thy Noble grandfather doth liue againe in thee, Long maieſt thou liue to beare his image, And to renew his glories. And he that turnes and flies when ſuch do fight, Let him to bed, and like the Owle by daie Be hiſt, and wondered at if he ariſe. My Lords, Duke Edward with a mighty power, Is maching hitherwards to fight with you. I thought it was his pollicie, to take vs vnprouided, But here will we ſtand and fight it to the death. See brothers, yonder ſtands the thornie wood, Which by Gods aſſiſtance and your proweſſe, Shall with our ſwords yer night be cleane cut downe. Lords, Knights & gentlemen, what I ſhould ſay, My teares gaineſaie, for as you ſee, I drinke The water of mine eies. Then no more But this. Henry your king is priſoner In the tower, his land and all our friends Are quite diſtreſt, and yonder ſtandes The Wolfe that makes all this, Then on Gods name Lords togither cry ſaint George. All Saint George for Lancaſter. Lo here a period of tumultuous broiles, Awaie with Oxford to Hames caſtell ſtraight, For Summerſet off with his guiltie head. Awaie I wil not heare them ſpeake. For my part Ile not trouble thee with words. Not I, but ſtoope with patience to my death. Now Edward what ſatisfaction canſt thou make, or ſtirring vp my ſubiects to rebellion? Speake like a ſubiect proud ambitious Yorke, Suppoſe that I am now my fathers mouth, Reſigne thy chaire▪ and where I ſtand kneele thou, Whilſt I propoſe the ſelfeſame words to thee, Which traytor thou woudſt haue me anſwere to. Oh that thy father had bin ſo reſolud▪ That you might ſtill haue kept your Peticote, and nere haue ſlolne the Brh from Lancaſter. Let Aeſop fable in a winters night. His cſh Riddles ſorts not with this place. By heauen brat Ile plague you for that word. I▪ thou waſt borne to be a plague to men. For Gods ſake take a waie this captiue ſcold. Nay take away this skolding Crooktbacke rather. Peace wilfull boy, or I will tame your tongue. Vntuterd lad thou art too malepert. I know my dutie, you are all vndutifull. Laſciuious Edward, and thou periurd George, And thou miſhapen Dicke, I tell you all, I am your better, traytors as you be.