3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 4 of 47
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Not for myself Lord Warwick, but my Son, Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. But be it as it may: I here entail The Crown to thee and to thine Heirs for ever, Conditionally, that here thou take an Oath, To cease this Civil War: and whilst I live, To honour me as thy King, and Sovereign: And neither by Treason nor Hostility, To seek to put me down, and reign thyself. This Oath I willingly take, and will perform. Long live King Henry: Plantagenet embrace him. And long live thou, and these thy forward Sons. Now York and Lancaster are reconciled. Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes. Farewell my gracious Lord, I'll to my Castle. And I'll keep London with my Soldiers. And I to Norfolk with my followers. And I unto the Sea, from whence I came. And I with grief and sorrow to the Court. here comes the Queen, Whose Looks be wray her anger: I'll steal away. Exeter so will I. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee. Be patiented gentle Queen, and I will stay. Who can be patiented in such extremes? Ah wretched man, would I had died a Maid? And never seen thee, never borne thee Son, Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a Father. Hath he deserved to lose his Birthright thus? Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I, Or felt that pain which I did for him once, Or nourished him, as I did with my blood; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heartblood there, Rather than have made that savage Duke thine Heir, And disinherited thine only Son. Father, you cannot disinherit me: If you be King, why should not I succeed? Pardon me Margaret, pardon me sweet Son, The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforced me. Enforced thee? Art thou King, and wilt be forced? I shame to hear thee speak: ah timorous Wretch, Thou hast undone thyself, thy Son, and me, And given unto the House of York such head, As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. To entail him and his Heirs unto the Crown, What is it, but to make thy Sepulchre, And creep into it far before thy time? Warwick is Chancellor, and the Lord of Calais, Stern Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas, The Duke is made Protector of the Realm, And yet shalt thou be safe? Such safety finds The trembling Lamb, environed with Wolves. Had I been there, which am a silly Woman, The Soldiers should have tossed me on their Pikes, Before I would have granted to that Act. But thou preferrest thy Life, before thine Honor. And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself, Both from thy Table Henry, and thy Bed, Until that Act of Parliament be repealed, Whereby my Son is disinherited. The Northern Lords, that have forsworn thy Colours, Will follow mine, if once they see them spread: And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace, And utter ruin of the House of York. Thus do I leave thee: Come Son, let's away, Our Army is ready; come, we'll after them.
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Not for my ſelfe Lord Warwick, but my Sonne, Whom I vnnaturally ſhall diſ-inherite. But be it as it may: I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer, Conditionally, that heere thou take an Oath, To ceaſe this Ciuill Warre: and whil'ſt I liue, To honor me as thy King, and Soueraigne: And neyther by Treaſon nor Hoſtilitie, To ſeeke to put me downe, and reigne thy ſelfe. This Oath I willingly take, and will performe. Long liue King Henry: Plantagenet embrace him. And long liue thou, and theſe thy forward Sonnes. Now Yorke and Lancaſter are reconcil'd. Accurſt be he that ſeekes to make them foes. Farewell my gracious Lord, Ile to my Caſtle. And Ile keepe London with my Souldiers. And I to Norfolke with my follower. And I vnto the Sea, from whence I came. And I with griefe and ſorrow to the Court. Heere comes the Queene, Whoſe Lookes be wray her anger: Ile ſteale away. Exeter ſo will I. Nay, goe not from me, I will follow thee. Be patient gentle Queene, and I will ſtay. Who can be patient in ſuch extreames? Ah wretched man, would I had dy'de a Maid? And neuer ſeene thee, neuer borne thee Sonne, Seeing thou haſt prou'd ſo vnnaturall a Father. Hath he deſeru'd to looſe his Birth-right thus? Hadſt thou but lou'd him halfe ſo well as I, Or felt that paine which I did for him once, Or nouriſht him, as I did with my blood; Thou would'ſt haue left thy deareſt heart-blood there, Rather then haue made that ſauage Duke thine Heire, And diſ-inherited thine onely Sonne. Father, you cannot diſ-inherite me: If you be King, why ſhould not I ſucceede? Pardon me Margaret, pardon me ſweet Sonne, The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me. Enforc't thee? Art thou King, and wilt be forc't? I ſhame to heare thee ſpeake: ah timorous Wretch, Thou haſt vndone thy ſelfe, thy Sonne, and me, And giu'n vnto the Houſe of Yorke ſuch head, As thou ſhalt reigne but by their ſufferance. To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne, What is it, but to make thy Sepulcher, And creepe into it farre before thy time? Warwick is Chancelor, and the Lord of Callice, Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas, The Duke is made Protector of the Realme, And yet ſhalt thou be ſafe? Such ſafetie findes The trembling Lambe, inuironned with Wolues. Had I beene there, which am a ſilly Woman, The Souldiers ſhould haue toſs'd me on their Pikes, Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'ſt thy Life, before thine Honor. And ſeeing thou do'ſt, I here diuorce my ſelfe, Both from thy Table Henry, and thy Bed, Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd, Whereby my Sonne is diſ-inherited. The Northerne Lords, that haue forſworne thy Colours, Will follow mine, if once they ſee them ſpread: And ſpread they ſhall be, to thy foule diſgrace, And vtter ruine of the Houſe of Yorke ▪ Thus doe I leaue thee: Come Sonne, let's away, Our Army is ready; come, wee'le after them.