3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 23 of 47
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 497 words
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But did you never swear, and break an Oath. No, never such an Oath, nor will not now. Where did you dwell when I was K. of England? here in this Country, where we now remain. I was anointed King at nine months old, My Father, and my Grandfather were Kings: And you were sworn true Subjects unto me: And tell me then, have you not broke your Oaths? No, for we were Subjects, but while you were king Why? Am I dead? Do I not breathe a Man? Ah simple men, you know not what you swear: Look, as I blow this Feather from my Face, And as the Air blows it to me again, Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another, when it blows, Commanded always by the greater gust: Such is the lightness of you, common men. But do not break your Oaths, for of that sin, My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. Go where you will, the king shall be commanded, And be you kings, command, and I'll obey. We are true Subjects to the king, King Edward. So would you be again to Henry, If he were seated as king Edward is. We charge you in God's name & the Kings, To go with us unto the Officers. In God's name lead, your King's name be obeyed, And what God will, that let your King perform. And what he will, I humbly yield unto. Brother of Gloster, at S. Albon's field This Lady's Husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain, His Land then seized on by the Conqueror, Her suit is now, to repossess those Lands, Which we in justice cannot well deny, Because in Quarrel of the House of York, The worthy Gentleman did lose his Life. Your Highness shall do well to grant her suit: It were dishonour to deny it her. It were no less, but yet I'll make a pause. Yea, is it so: I see the Lady hath a thing to grant, Before the King will grant her humble suit. He knows the Game, how true he keeps the wind? Silence. Widow, we will consider of your suit, And come some other time to know our mind. Right gracious Lord, I cannot brook delay: May it please your Highness to resolve me now, And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. I Widow? then I'll warrant you all your Lands, And if what pleases him, shall pleasure you: Fight closer, or good faith you'll catch a Blow. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. God forbidden that, for he'll take vantages. How many Children hast thou, Widow? tell me. I think he means to beg a Child of her. Nay then whip me: he'll rather give her two. Three, my most gracious Lord. You shall have four, if you'll be ruled by him. 'Twere pity they should lose their Father's Lands. Be pitiful, dread Lord, and grant it then.
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But did you neuer ſweare, and breake an Oath. No, neuer ſuch an Oath, nor will not now. Where did you dwell when I was K. of England? Heere in this Country, where we now remaine. I was annointed King at nine monthes old, My Father, and my Grandfather were Kings: And you were ſworne true Subiects vnto me: And tell me then, haue you not broke your Oathes? No, for we were Subiects, but while you wer king Why? Am I dead? Do I not breath a Man? Ah ſimple men, you know not what you ſweare: Looke, as I blow this Feather from my Face, And as the Ayre blowes it to me againe, Obeying with my winde when I do blow, And yeelding to another, when it blowes, Commanded alwayes by the greater guſt: Such is the lightneſſe of you, common men. But do not breake your Oathes, for of that ſinne, My milde intreatie ſhall not make you guiltie. Go where you will, the king ſhall be commanded, And be you kings, command, and Ile obey. We are true Subiects to the king, King Edward. So would you be againe to Henrie, If he were ſeated as king Edward is. We charge you in Gods name & the Kings, To go with vs vnto the Officers. In Gods name lead, your Kings name be obeyd, And what God will, that let your King performe▪ And what he will, I humbly yeeld vnto. Brother of Gloſter, at S. Albons field This Ladyes Husband, Sir Richard Grey, was ſlaine, His Land then ſeiz'd on by the Conqueror, Her ſuit is now, to repoſſeſſe thoſe Lands, Which wee in Iuſtice cannot well deny, Becauſe in Quarrell of the Houſe of Yorke, The worthy Gentleman did loſe his Life. Your Highneſſe ſhall doe well to graunt her ſuit: It were diſhonor to deny it her. It were no leſſe, but yet Ile make a pawſe. Yea, is it ſo: I ſee the Lady hath a thing to graunt, Before the King will graunt her humble ſuit. Hee knowes the Game, how true hee keepes the winde? Silence. Widow, we will conſider of your ſuit, And come ſome other time to know our minde. Right gracious Lord, I cannot brooke delay: May it pleaſe your Highneſſe to reſolue me now, And what your pleaſure is, ſhall ſatisfie me. I Widow? then Ile warrant you all your Lands, And if what pleaſes him, ſhall pleaſure you: Fight cloſer, or good faith you'le catch a Blow. I feare her not, vnleſſe ſhe chance to fall. God forbid that, for hee'le take vantages. How many Children haſt thou, Widow? tell me. I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her. Nay then whip me: hee'le rather giue her two. Three, my moſt gracious Lord. You ſhall haue foure, if you'le be rul'd by him. 'Twere pittie they ſhould loſe their Fathers Lands. Be pittifull, dread Lord, and graunt it then.