3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 33 of 47
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 477 words
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Not I: My thoughts aim at a further matter: I stay not for the love of Edward, but the Crown. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick? Yet am I armed against the worst can happen: And haste is needful in this desperate case. Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf Go levy men, and make prepare for War; They are already, or quickly will be landed: Myself in person will strait follow you. But ere I go, Hastings and Montague Resolve my doubt: you twain, of all the rest, Are near to Warwick, by blood, and by alliance: Tell me, if you love Warwick more than me; If it be so, then both departed to him: I rather wish you foes, then hollow friends. But if you mind to hold your true obedience, Give me assurance with some friendly Vow, That I may never have you in suspect. So God help Montague, as he proves true. And Hastings, as he favours Edward's cause. Now, Brother Richard, will you stand by us? I, in despite of all that shall withstand you. Why so: then am I sure of Victory. Now therefore let us hence, and lose no hour, Till we meet Warwick, with his foreign power. Trust me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well, The common people by numbers swarm to us. But see where Somerset and Clarence comes: Speak suddenly, my Lords, are we all friends? Fear not that, my Lord. Then gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick, And welcome Somerset: I hold it cowardice, To rest mistrustful, where a Noble Heart Hath pawned an open Hand, in sign of Love; Else might I think, that Clarence, Edward's Brother, Were but a feigned friend to our proceed: But welcome sweet Clarence, my Daughter shall be thine. And now, what rests? but in Night's Coverture, Thy Brother being carelessly encamped, His Soldiers lurking in the Town about, And but attended by a simple Guard, We may surprise and take him at our pleasure, Our Scouts have found the adventure very easy: That as Ulysses, and stout Diomedes, With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus Tents, And brought from thence the Thracian fatal Steeds; So we, well covered with the Night's black Mantle, At unawares may beat down Edward's Guard, And seize himself: I say not, slaughter him, For I intent but only to surprise him. You that will follow me to this attempt, Applaud the Name of Henry, with your Leader. Why then, let's on our way in silent sort, For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George. Come on my Masters, each man take his stand, The King by this, is set him down to sleep. What, will he not to Bed? Why, no: for he hath made a solemn Vow, Never to lie and take his natural Rest, Till Warwick, or himself, be quite suppressed.
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Not I: My thoughts ayme at a further matter: I ſtay not for the loue of Edward, but the Crowne. Clarence and Somerſet both gone to Warwicke? Yet am I arm'd againſt the worſt can happen: And haſte is needfull in this deſp'rate caſe. Pembrooke and Stafford, you in our behalfe Goe leuie men, and make prepare for Warre; They are alreadie, or quickly will be landed: My ſelfe in perſon will ſtraight follow you. But ere I goe, Haſtings and Mountague Reſolue my doubt: you twaine, of all the reſt, Are neere to Warwicke, by bloud, and by allyance: Tell me, if you loue Warwicke more then me; If it be ſo, then both depart to him: I rather wiſh you foes, then hollow friends. But if you minde to hold your true obedience, Giue me aſſurance with ſome friendly Vow, That I may neuer haue you in ſuſpect. So God helpe Mountague, as hee proues true. And Hastings, as hee fauours Edwards cauſe. Now, Brother Richard, will you ſtand by vs? I, in deſpight of all that ſhall withſtand you. Why ſo: then am I ſure of Victorie. Now therefore let vs hence, and loſe no howre, Till wee meet Warwicke, with his forreine powre. Truſt me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well, The common people by numbers ſwarme to vs. But ſee where Somerſet and Clarence comes: Speake ſuddenly, my Lords, are wee all friends? Feare not that, my Lord. Then gentle Clarence, welcome vnto Warwicke, And welcome Somerſet: I hold it cowardize, To reſt miſtruſtfull, where a Noble Heart Hath pawn'd an open Hand, in ſigne of Loue; Elſe might I thinke, that Clarence, Edwards Brother, Were but a fained friend to our proceedings: But welcome ſweet Clarence, my Daughter ſhall be thine. And now, what reſts? but in Nights Couerture, Thy Brother being careleſſely encamp'd, His Souldiors lurking in the Towne about, And but attended by a ſimple Guard, Wee may ſurprize and take him at our pleaſure, Our Scouts haue found the aduenture very eaſie: That as Vlyſſes, and ſtout Diomede, With ſleight and manhood ſtole to Rheſus Tents, And brought from thence the Thracian fatall Steeds; So wee, well couer'd with the Nights black Mantle, At vnawares may beat downe Edwards Guard, And ſeize himſelfe: I ſay not, ſlaughter him, For I intend but onely to ſurprize him. You that will follow me to this attempt, Applaud the Name of Henry, with your Leader. Why then, let's on our way in ſilent ſort, For Warwicke and his friends, God and Saint George. Come on my Maſters, each man take his ſtand, The King by this, is ſet him downe to ſleepe. What, will he not to Bed? Why, no: for he hath made a ſolemne Vow, Neuer to lye and take his naturall Reſt, Till Warwicke, or himſelfe, be quite ſuppreſt.