3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 27 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 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
What ere it be, be thou still like thyself, And sit thee by our side. Yield not thy neck to Fortune's yoke, But let thy dauntless mind still ride in triumph, Over all mischance. Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief, It shall be eased, if France can yield relief. Those gracious words Revive my drooping thoughts, And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. Now therefore be it known to Noble Lewis, That Henry, sole possessor of my Love, Is, of a King, become a banished man, And forced to live in Scotland a Forlorn; While proud ambitious Edward, Duke of York, Usurps the Regal Title, and the Seat Of England's true anointed lawful King. This is the cause that I, poor Margaret, With this my Son, Prince Edward, Henry's Heir, Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid: And if thou fail us, all our hope is done. Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help: Our People, and our Peers, are both misled, Our Treasure seized, our Soldiers put to flight, And (as thou seest) ourselves in heavy plight. Renowned Queen, With patience calm the Storm, While we bethink a means to break it off. The more we stay, the stronger grows our Foe. The more I stay, the more I'll secure thee. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow. And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow. What's he approacheth boldly to our presence? Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest Friend. Welcome brave Warwick, what brings thee to France? I now begins a second Storm to rise, For this is he that moves both Wind and Tide. From worthy Edward, King of Albion, My Lord and Sovereign, and thy vowed Friend, I come (in Kindness, and unfeigned Love) First, to do greetings to thy Royal Person, And then to crave a League of Amity: And lastly, to confirm that Amity With Nuptial Knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair Sister, To England's King, in lawful Marriage. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done. And gracious Madame, In our King's behalf, I am commanded, with your leave and favour, Humbly to kiss your Hand, and with my Tongue To tell the passion of my Sovereign's Heart; Where Fame, late entering at his heedful Ears, Hath placed thy Beauty's Image, and thy Virtue. King Lewis, and Lady Bona, hear me speak, Before you answer Warwick. His demand Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest Love, But from Deceit, bred by Necessity: For how can Tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance? To prove him Tyrant, this reason may suffice, That Henry liveth still: but were he dead, Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's Son. Look therefore Lewis, that by this League and Marriage Thou draw not on thy Danger, and Dishonour: For though Usurper's sway the rule a while, Yet Heavens are just, and Time suppresseth Wrongs.
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What ere it be, be thou ſtill like thy ſelfe, And ſit thee by our ſide. Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake, But let thy dauntleſſe minde ſtill ride in triumph, Ouer all miſchance. Be plaine, Queene Margaret, and tell thy griefe, It ſhall be eas'd, if France can yeeld reliefe. Thoſe gracious words Reuiue my drooping thoughts, And giue my tongue-ty'd ſorrowes leaue to ſpeake. Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis, That Henry, ſole poſſeſſor of my Loue, Is, of a King, become a baniſht man, And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne; While prowd ambitious Edward, Duke of Yorke, Vſurpes the Regall Title, and the Seat Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King. This is the cauſe that I, poore Margaret, With this my Sonne, Prince Edward, Henries Heire, Am come to craue thy iuſt and lawfull ayde: And if thou faile vs, all our hope is done. Scotland hath will to helpe, but cannot helpe: Our People, and our Peeres, are both mis-led, Our Treaſure ſeiz'd, our Souldiors put to flight, And (as thou ſeeſt) our ſelues in heauie plight. Renowned Queene, With patience calme the Storme, While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off. The more wee ſtay, the ſtronger growes our Foe. The more I ſtay, the more Ile ſuccour thee. O, but impatience waiteth on true ſorrow. And ſee where comes the breeder of my ſorrow. What's hee approacheth boldly to our preſence? Our Earle of Warwicke, Edwards greateſt Friend. Welcome braue Warwicke, what brings thee to France? I now begins a ſecond Storme to riſe, For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde. From worthy Edward, King of Albion, My Lord and Soueraigne, and thy vowed Friend, I come (in Kindneſſe, and vnfayned Loue) Firſt, to doe greetings to thy Royall Perſon, And then to craue a League of Amitie: And laſtly, to confirme that Amitie With Nuptiall Knot, if thou vouchſafe to graunt That vertuous Lady Bona, thy faire Siſter, To Englands King, in lawfull Marriage. If that goe forward, Henries hope is done. And gracious Madame, In our Kings behalfe, I am commanded, with your leaue and fauor, Humbly to kiſſe your Hand, and with my Tongue To tell the paſſion of my Soueraignes Heart; Where Fame, late entring at his heedfull Eares, Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image, and thy Vertue. King Lewis, and Lady Bona, heare me ſpeake, Before you anſwer Warwicke. His demand Springs not from Edwards well-meant honeſt Loue, But from Deceit, bred by Neceſſitie: For how can Tyrants ſafely gouerne home, Vnleſſe abroad they purchaſe great allyance? To proue him Tyrant, this reaſon may ſuffice, That Henry liueth ſtill: but were hee dead, Yet here Prince Edward ſtands, King Henries Sonne. Looke therefore Lewis, that by this League and Mariage Thou draw not on thy Danger, and Dis-honor: For though Vſurpers ſway the rule a while, Yet Heau'ns are iuſt, and Time ſuppreſſeth Wrongs.