3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 28 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 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Injurious Margaret. And why not Queen? Because thy Father Henry did usurp, And thou no more art Prince, than she is Queen. Then Warwick disanulls great Iohn of Gaunt, Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; And after Iohn of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, Whose Wisdom was a Mirror to the wisest: And after that wise Prince, Henry the Fift, Who by his Prowess conquered all France: From these, our Henry lineally descends. Oxford, how haps it in this smooth discourse, You told not, how Henry the sixth hath lost All that, which Henry the Fift had gotten: methinks these Peers of France should smile at that. But for the rest: you tell a Pedigree Of threescore and two years, a silly time To make prescription for a Kingdom's worth. Why Warwick, canst thou speak against thy Liege, Whom thou obeyd'st thirty and six years, And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush? Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree? For shame leave Henry, and call Edward King. Call him my King, by whose injurious doom My elder Brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere Was done to death? and more than so, my Father, Even in the downfall of his mellowed years, When Nature brought him to the door of Death? No Warwick, no: while Life upholds this Arm, This Arm upholds the House of Lancaster. And I the House of York. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford, Vouchsafe at our request, to stand aside, While I use further conference with Warwick. Heaven's grant, that Warwick's words bewitch him not. Now Warwick, tell me even upon thy conscience Is Edward your true King? for I were loath To link with him, that were not lawful chosen. Thereon I pawn my Credit, and mine Honour. But is he gracious in the People's eye? The more, that Henry was unfortunate. Then further: all dissembling set aside, Tell me for truth, the measure of his Love Unto our Sister Bona. Such it seems, As may beseem a Monarch like himself. Myself have often heard him say, and swear, That this his Love was an external Plant, Whereof the Root was fixed in Virtue's ground, The Leaves and Fruit maintained with Beauty's Sun, Exempt from Envy, but not from Disdain, Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain. Now Sister, let us hear your firm resolve. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine. Yet I confess, that often ere this day, When I have heard your King's desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgement to desire. Then Warwick, thus: Our Sister shall be Edward's. And now forthwith shall Articles be drawn, Touching the jointure that your King must make, Which with her Dowry shall be counter-poysed: Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness, That Bona shall be Wife to the English King. To Edward, but not to the English King.
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Iniurious Margaret. And why not Queene? Becauſe thy Father Henry did vſurpe, And thou no more art Prince, then ſhee is Queene. Then Warwicke diſanulls great Iohn of Gaunt, Which did ſubdue the greateſt part of Spaine; And after Iohn of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, Whoſe Wiſdome was a Mirror to the wiſeſt: And after that wiſe Prince, Henry the Fift, Who by his Proweſſe conquered all France: From thſe, our Henry lineally deſcends. Oxford, how haps it in this ſmooth diſcourſe, You told not, how Henry the Sixt hath loſt All that, which Henry the Fift had gotten: Me thinkes theſe Peeres of France ſhould ſmile at that. But for the reſt: you tell a Pedigree Of threeſcore and two yeeres, a ſilly time To make preſcription for a Kingdomes worth. Why Warwicke, canſt thou ſpeak againſt thy Liege, Whom thou obeyd'ſt thirtie and ſix yeeres, And not bewray thy Treaſon with a Bluſh? Can Oxford, that did euer fence the right, Now buckler Falſehood with a Pedigree? For ſhame leaue Henry, and call Edward King. Call him my King, by whoſe iniurious doome My elder Brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere Was done to death? and more then ſo, my Father, Euen in the downe-fall of his mellow'd yeeres, When Nature brought him to the doore of Death? No Warwicke, no: while Life vpholds this Arme, This Arme vpholds the Houſe of Lancaſter. And I the Houſe of Yorke. Queene Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford, Vouchſafe at our requeſt, to ſtand aſide, While I vſe further conference with Warwicke. Heauens graunt, that Warwickes wordes bewitch him not. Now Warwicke, tell me euen vpon thy conſcience Is Edward your true King? for I were loth To linke with him, that were not lawfull choſen. Thereon I pawne my Credit, and mine Honor. But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye? The more, that Henry was vnfortunate. Then further: all diſſembling ſet aſide, Tell me for truth, the meaſure of his Loue Vnto our Siſter Bona. Such it ſeemes, As may beſeeme a Monarch like himſelfe. My ſelfe haue often heard him ſay, and ſweare, That this his Loue was an externall Plant, Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground, The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne, Exempt from Enuy, but not from Diſdaine, Vnleſſe the Lady Bona quit his paine. Now Siſter, let vs heare your firme reſolue. Your graunt, or your denyall, ſhall be mine. Yet I confeſſe, that often ere this day, When I haue heard your Kings deſert recounted, Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to deſire. Then Warwicke, thus: Our Siſter ſhall be Edwards. And now forthwith ſhall Articles be drawne, Touching the Ioynture that your King muſt make, Which with her Dowrie ſhall be counter-poys'd: Draw neere, Queene Margaret, and be a witneſſe, That Bona ſhall be Wife to the Engliſh King. To Edward, but not to the Engliſh King.