3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 32 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 · 478 words
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Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be King, And not be tied unto his Brothers will. My Lords, before it pleased his Majesty To raise my State to Title of a Queen, Do me but right, and you must all confess, That I was not ignoble of Descent, And meaner than myself have had like fortune, But as this Title honours me and mine, So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing, Doth cloud my joys with danger, and with sorrow. My Love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns: What danger, or what sorrow can befall thee, So long as Edward is thy constant friend, And their true Sovereign, whom they must obey? Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too, Unless they seek for hatred at my hands: Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe, And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath. I hear, yet say not much, but think the more. Now Messenger, what Letters, or what News from France? My Sovereign Liege, no Letters, & few words, But such, as I (without your special pardon) Dare not relate. Go too, we pardon thee: Therefore, in brief, tell me their words, As near as thou canst guess them. What answer makes King Lewis unto our Letters? At my depart, these were his very words: Go tell false Edward, the supposed King, That Lewis of France is sending over Maskers, To revel it with him, and his new Bride. Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry. But what said Lady Bona to my Marriage? These were her words, vtt'red with mild disdain: Tell him, in hope he'll prove a Widower shortly, I'll wear the Willow Garland for his sake. I blame not her; she could say little less: She had the wrong. But what said Henry's Queen? For I have heard, that she was there in place. Tell him (quoth she) My mourning Weeds are done, And I am ready to put Armour on. Belike she minds to play the Amazon. But what said Warwick to these injuries? He, more incensed against your Majesty, Then all the rest, discharged me with these words: Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long. Ha'? durst the Traitor breath out so proud words? Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarned: They shall have Wars, and pay for their presumption. But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret? I, gracious Sovereign, They are so linked in friendship, That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's Daughter. Belike, the elder; Clarence will have the younger. Now Brother King farewell, and sit you fast, For I will hence to Warwick's other Daughter, That though I want a Kingdom, yet in Marriage I may not prove inferior to yourself. You that love me, and Warwick, follow me.
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Leaue me, or tarry, Edward will be King, And not be ty'd vnto his Brothers will. My Lords, before it pleas'd his Maieſtie To rayſe my State to Title of a Queene, Doe me but right, and you muſt all confeſſe, That I was not ignoble of Deſcent, And meaner then my ſelfe haue had like fortune, But as this Title honors me and mine, So your diſlikes, to whom I would be pleaſing, Doth cloud my ioyes with danger, and with ſorrow. My Loue, forbeare to fawne vpon their frownes: What danger, or what ſorrow can befall thee, So long as Edward is thy conſtant friend, And their true Soueraigne, whom they muſt obey? Nay, whom they ſhall obey, and loue thee too, Vnleſſe they ſeeke for hatred at my hands: Which if they doe, yet will I keepe thee ſafe, And they ſhall feele the vengeance of my wrath. I heare, yet ſay not much, but thinke the more. Now Meſſenger, what Letters, or what Newes from France? My Soueraigne Liege, no Letters, & few words, But ſuch, as I (without your ſpeciall pardon) Dare not relate. Goe too, wee pardon thee: Therefore, in briefe, tell me their words, As neere as thou canſt gueſſe them. What anſwer makes King Lewis vnto our Letters? At my depart, theſe were his very words: Goe tell falſe Edward, the ſuppoſed King, That Lewis of France is ſending ouer Maskers, To reuell it with him, and his new Bride. Is Lewis ſo braue? belike he thinkes me Henry. But what ſaid Lady Bona to my Marriage? Theſe were her words, vtt'red with mild diſdaine: Tell him, in hope hee'le proue a Widower ſhortly, Ile weare the Willow Garland for his ſake. I blame not her; ſhe could ſay little leſſe: She had the wrong. But what ſaid Henries Queene? For I haue heard, that ſhe was there in place. Tell him (quoth ſhe) My mourning Weedes are done, And I am readie to put Armour on. Belike ſhe minds to play the Amazon. But what ſaid Warwicke to theſe iniuries? He, more incens'd againſt your Maieſtie, Then all the reſt, diſcharg'd me with theſe words: Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore Ile vncrowne him, er't be long. Ha? durſt the Traytor breath out ſo prowd words? Well, I will arme me, being thus fore-warn'd: They ſhall haue Warres, and pay for their preſumption. But ſay, is Warwicke friends with Margaret? I, gracious Soueraigne, They are ſo link'd in friendſhip, That yong Prince Edward marryes Warwicks Daughter. Belike, the elder; Clarence will haue the younger. Now Brother King farewell, and ſit you faſt, For I will hence to Warwickes other Daughter, That though I want a Kingdome, yet in Marriage I may not proue inferior to your ſelfe. You that loue me, and Warwicke, follow me.