3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 30 of 47
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
So much his Friend, I, his unfeigned Friend, That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us With some few Bands of chosen Soldiers, I'll undertake to Land them on our Coast, And force the Tyrant from his seat by War. 'Tis not his newmade Bride shall secure him, And as for Clarence, as my Letters tell me, he's very likely now to fall from him, For matching more for wanton Lust, than Honour, Or then for strength and safety of our Country. Dear Brother, how shall Bona be revenged, But by thy help to this distressed Queen? Renowned Prince, how shall Poor Henry live, Unless thou rescue him from foul despair? My quarrel, and this English Queens, are one. And mine fair Lady Bona, joins with yours. And mine, with hers, and thine, and Margaret's. Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolved You shall have aid. Let me give humble thankes for all, at once. Then England's Messenger, return in Post, And tell false Edward, thy supposed King, That Lewis of France, is sending over Maskers To revel it with him, and his new Bride. Thou seest what's past, go fear thy King withal. Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I wear the Willow Garland for his sake. Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside, And I am ready to put Armour on. Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll vn-Crowne him, ere't be long. There's thy reward, be gone. But Warwick, Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men Shall cross the Seas, and bid false Edward battle: And as occasion serves, this Noble Queen And Prince, shall follow with a fresh Supply. Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt: What Pledge have we of thy firm Loyalty? This shall assure my constant Loyalty, That if our Queen, and this young Prince agree, I'll join mine eldest daughter, and my joy, To him forthwith, in holy Wedlock bands. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your Motion. Son Edward, she is Fair and Virtuous, Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick, And with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable, That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it, And here to pledge my Vow, I give my hand. Why stay we now? These soldiers shallbe levied, And thou Lord Bourbon, our High Admiral Shall waft them over with our Royal Fleet. I long till Edward fall by War's mischance, For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France. I came from Edward as Ambassador, But I return his sworn and mortal Foe: Matter of Marriage was the charge he gave me, But dreadful War shall answer his demand. Had he none else to make a stolen but me? Then none but I, shall turn his jest to Sorrow. I was the Chief that raised him to the Crown, And I'll be Chief to bring him down again: Not that I pity Henry's misery, But seek Revenge on Edward's mockery.
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So much his Friend, I, his vnfained Friend, That if King Lewis vouchſafe to furniſh vs With ſome few Bands of choſen Soldiours, Ile vndertake to Land them on our Coaſt, And force the Tyrant from his ſeat by Warre. 'Tis not his new-made Bride ſhall ſuccour him, And as for Clarence, as my Letters tell me, Hee's very likely now to fall from him, For matching more for wanton Luſt, then Honor, Or then for ſtrength and ſafety of our Country. Deere Brother, how ſhall Bona be reueng'd, But by thy helpe to this diſtreſſed Queene? Renowned Prince, how ſhall Poore Henry liue, Vnleſſe thou reſcue him from foule diſpaire? My quarrel, and this Engliſh Queens, are one. And mine faire Lady Bona, ioynes with yours. And mine, with hers, and thine, and Margarets. Therefore, at laſt, I firmely am reſolu'd You ſhall haue ayde. Let me giue humble thankes for all, at once. Then Englands Meſſenger, returne in Poſte, And tell falſe Edward, thy ſuppoſed King, That Lewis of France, is ſending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him, and his new Bride. Thou ſeeſt what's paſt, go feare thy King withall. Tell him, in hope hee'l proue a widower ſhortly, I weare the Willow Garland for his ſake. Tell him, my mourning weeds are layde aſide, And I am ready to put Armor on. Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore Ile vn-Crowne him, er't be long. There's thy reward, be gone. But Warwicke, Thou and Oxford, with fiue thouſand men Shall croſſe the Seas, and bid falſe Edward battaile: And as occaſion ſerues, this Noble Queen And Prince, ſhall follow with a freſh Supply. Yet ere thou go, but anſwer me one doubt: What Pledge haue we of thy firme Loyalty? This ſhall aſſure my conſtant Loyalty, That if our Queene, and this young Prince agree, Ile ioyne mine eldeſt daughter, and my Ioy, To him forthwith, in holy Wedlocke bands. Yes, I agree, and thanke you for your Motion. Sonne Edward, ſhe is Faire and Vertuous, Therefore delay not, giue thy hand to Warwicke, And with thy hand, thy faith irreuocable, That onely Warwickes daughter ſhall be thine. Yes, I accept her, for ſhe well deſerues it, And heere to pledge my Vow, I giue my hand. Why ſtay we now? Theſe ſoldiers ſhalbe leuied, And thou Lord Bourbon, our High Admirall Shall waft them ouer with our Royall Fleete. I long till Edward fall by Warres miſchance, For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France. I came from Edward as Ambaſſador, But I returne his ſworne and mortall Foe: Matter of Marriage was the charge he gaue me, But dreadfull Warre ſhall anſwer his demand. Had he none elſe to make a ſtale but me? Then none but I, ſhall turne his Ieſt to Sorrow. I was the Cheefe that rais'd him to the Crowne, And Ile be Cheefe to bring him downe againe: Not that I pitty Henries miſery, But ſeeke Reuenge on Edwards mockery.