3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 29 of 47
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 493 words
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Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device, By this alliance to make void my suit: Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend. And still is friend to him, and Margaret. But if your Title to the Crown be weak, As may appear by Edward's good success: Then 'tis but reason, that I be released From giving aid, which late I promised. Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand, That your Estate requires, and mine can yield. Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease; Where having nothing, nothing can he lose. And as for you yourself (our quondam Queen) You have a Father able to maintain you, And better 'twere, you troubled him, than France. Peace impudent, and shameless Warwick, Proud setter up, and puller down of Kings, I will not hence, till with my Talk and Tears (Both full of Truth) I make King Lewis behold Thy sly conveyance, and thy Lords false love, For both of you are Birds of selfsame Feather. Warwick, this is some post to us, or thee. My Lord Ambassador, These Letters are for you. Sent from your Brother marquis Montague. These from our King, unto your Majesty. And Madam, these for you: From whom, I know not. I like it well, that our fair Queen and Mistress Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. Nay mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled. I hope, all's for the best. Warwick, what are thy News? And yours, fair Queen. Mine such, as fill my heart with unhoped joys. Mine full of sorrow, and hearts discontent. What? has your King married the Lady Grey? And now to soothe your Forgery, and his, Sends me a Paper to persuade me Patience? Is this th' Alliance that he seeks with France? Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner? I told your Majesty as much before: This proveth Edward's Love, and Warwick's honesty. King Lewis, I here protest in sight of heaven, And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss, That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's; No more my King, for he dishonours me, But most himself, if he could see his shame. Did I forget, that by the House of York My Father came untimely to his death? Did I let pass th' abuse done to my Niece? Did I impale him with the Regal Crown? Did I put Henry from his Native Right? And am I guerdoned at the last, with Shame? Shame on himself, for my Desert is Honor. And to repair my Honour lost for him, I here renounce him, and return to Henry. My Noble Queen, let former grudges pass, And henceforth, I am thy true Servitor: I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona, And replant Henry in his former state. Warwick, These words have turned my Hate, to Love, And I forgive, and quite forget old faults, And joy that thou becomest King Henry's Friend.
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Deceitfull Warwicke, it was thy deuice, By this alliance to make void my ſuit: Before thy comming, Lewis was Henries friend. And ſtill is friend to him, and Margaret. But if your Title to the Crowne be weake, As may appeare by Edwards good ſucceſſe: Then 'tis but reaſon, that I be releas'd From giuing ayde, which late I promiſed. Yet ſhall you haue all kindneſſe at my hand, That your Eſtate requires, and mine can yeeld. Henry now liues in Scotland, at his eaſe; Where hauing nothing, nothing can he loſe. And as for you your ſelfe (our quondam Queene) You haue a Father able to maintaine you, And better 'twere, you troubled him, then France. Peace impudent, and ſhameleſſe Warwicke, Proud ſetter vp, and puller downe of Kings, I will not hence, till with my Talke and Teares (Both full of Truth) I make King Lewis behold Thy ſlye conueyance, and thy Lords falſe loue, For both of you are Birds of ſelfe-ſame Feather. Warwicke, this is ſome poſte to vs, or thee. My Lord Ambaſſador, Theſe Letters are for you. Sent from your Brother Marqueſſe Montague. Theſe from our King, vnto your Maieſty. And Madam, theſe for you: From whom, I know not. I like it well, that our faire Queene and Miſtris Smiles at her newes, while Warwicke frownes at his. Nay marke how Lewis ſtampes as he were netled. I hope, all's for the beſt. Warwicke, what are thy Newes? And yours, faire Queene. Mine ſuch, as fill my heart with vnhop'd ioyes. Mine full of ſorrow, and hearts diſcontent. What? has your King married the Lady Grey? And now to ſooth your Forgery, and his, Sends me a Paper to perſwade me Patience? Is this th' Alliance that he ſeekes with France? Dare he preſume to ſcorne vs in this manner? I told your Maieſty as much before: This proueth Edwards Loue, and Warwickes honeſty. King Lewis, I heere proteſt in ſight of heauen, And by the hope I haue of heauenly bliſſe, That I am cleere from this miſdeed of Edwards; No more my King, for he diſhonors me, But moſt himſelfe, if he could ſee his ſhame. Did I forget, that by the Houſe of Yorke My Father came vntimely to his death? Did I let paſſe th' abuſe done to my Neece? Did I impale him with the Regall Crowne? Did I put Henry from his Natiue Right? And am I guerdon'd at the laſt, with Shame? Shame on himſelfe, for my Deſert is Honor. And to repaire my Honor loſt for him, I heere renounce him, and returne to Henry. My Noble Queene, let former grudges paſſe, And henceforth, I am thy true Seruitour: I will reuenge his wrong to Lady Bona, And replant Henry in his former ſtate. Warwicke, Theſe words haue turn'd my Hate, to Loue, And I forgiue, and quite forget old faults, And ioy that thou becom'ſt King Henries Friend.