3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 5 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 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Stay gentle Margaret, and hear me speak. Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone. Gentle Son Edward, thou wilt stay me? I, to be murdered by his Enemies. When I return with victory to the field, I'll see your Grace: till then, I'll follow her. Come Son away, we may not linger thus. Poor Queen, How love to me, and to her Son, Hath made her break out into terms of Rage. Revenged may she be on that hateful Duke, Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, Will cost my Crown, and like an empty Eagle, Tyre on the flesh of me, and of my Son. The loss of those three Lords torments my heart: I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair; Come Cousin, you shall be the Messenger. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave. No, I can better play the Orator. But I have reasons strong and forceable. Why how now Sons, and Brother, at a strife? What is your Quarrel? how began it first? No Quarrel, but a slight Contention. About what? About that which concerns your Grace and us, The Crown of England, Father, which is yours. Mine Boy? not till King Henry be dead. Your Right depends not on his life, or death. Now you are Heir, therefore enjoy it now: By giving the House of Lancaster leave to breathe, It will outrun you, Father, in the end. I took an Oath, that he should quietly reign. But for a Kingdom any Oath may be broken: I would break a thousand Oaths, to reign one year. No: God forbidden your Grace should be forsworn. I shall be, if I claim by open War. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak. Thou canst not, Son: it is impossible. An Oath is of no moment, being not took Before a true and lawful Magistrate, That hath authority over him that swears. Henry had none, but did usurp the place. Then seeing 'twas he that made you to depose, Your Oath, my Lord, is vain and frivolous. Therefore to Arms: and Father do but think, How sweet a thing it is to wear a Crown, Within whose Circuit is Elysium, And all that Poets fain of Bliss and joy. Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest, Until the White Rose that I wear, be died Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart. Richard enough: I will be King, or dye. Brother, thou shalt to London presently, And whet on Warwick to this Enterprise. Thou Richard shalt to the Duke of Norfolk, And tell him privily of our intent. You Edward shall unto my Lord Cobham, With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise. In them I trust: for they are Soldiers, Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit. While you are thus employed, what resteth more? But that I seek occasion how to rise, And yet the King not privy to my Drift, Nor any of the House of Lancaster. But stay, what News? Why com'st thou in such post?
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Stay gentle Margaret, and heare me ſpeake. Thou haſt ſpoke too much already: get thee gone. Gentle Sonne Edward, thou wilt ſtay me? I, to be murther'd by his Enemies. When I returne with victorie to the field, Ile ſee your Grace: till then, Ile follow her. Come Sonne away, we may not linger thus. Poore Queene, How loue to me, and to her Sonne, Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage. Reueng'd may ſhe be on that hatefull Duke, Whoſe haughtie ſpirit, winged with deſire, Will coſt my Crowne, and like an emptie Eagle, Tyre on the fleſh of me, and of my Sonne. The loſſe of thoſe three Lords torments my heart: Ile write vnto them, and entreat them faire; Come Couſin, you ſhall be the Meſſenger. And I, I hope, ſhall reconcile them all. Brother, though I bee youngeſt, giue mee leaue. No, I can better play the Orator. But I haue reaſons ſtrong and forceable. Why how now Sonnes, and Brother, at a ſtrife? What is your Quarrell? how began it firſt? No Quarrell, but a ſlight Contention. About what? About that which concernes your Grace and vs, The Crowne of England, Father, which is yours. Mine Boy? not till King Henry be dead. Your Right depends not on his life, or death. Now you are Heire, therefore enioy it now: By giuing the Houſe of Lancaſter leaue to breathe, It will out-runne you, Father, in the end. I tooke an Oath, that hee ſhould quietly reigne. But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken: I would breake a thouſand Oathes, to reigne one yeere. No: God forbid your Grace ſhould be forſworne. I ſhall be, if I clayme by open Warre. Ile proue the contrary, if you'le heare mee ſpeake. Thou canſt not, Sonne: it is impoſſible. An Oath is of no moment, being not tooke Before a true and lawfull Magiſtrate, That hath authoritie ouer him that ſweares. Henry had none, but did vſurpe the place. Then ſeeing 'twas he that made you to depoſe, Your Oath, my Lord, is vaine and friuolous. Therefore to Armes: and Father doe but thinke, How ſweet a thing it is to weare a Crowne, Within whoſe Circuit is Elizium, And all that Poets faine of Bliſſe and Ioy. Why doe we linger thus? I cannot reſt, Vntill the White Roſe that I weare, be dy'de Euen in the luke-warme blood of Henries heart. Richard ynough: I will be King, or dye. Brother, thou ſhalt to London preſently, And whet on Warwick to this Enterpriſe. Thou Richard ſhalt to the Duke of Norfolke, And tell him priuily of our intent. You Edward ſhall vnto my Lord Cobham, With whom the Kentiſhmen will willingly riſe. In them I truſt: for they are Souldiors, Wittie, courteous, liberall, full of ſpirit. While you are thus imploy'd, what reſteth more? But that I ſeeke occaſion how to riſe, And yet the King not priuie to my Drift, Nor any of the Houſe of Lancaſter. But ſtay, what Newes? Why comm'ſt thou in ſuch poſte?