3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 36 of 47
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 478 words
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subjects may challenge nothing of their Sou'rains But, if an humble prayer may prevail, I then crave pardon of your Majesty. For what, Lieutenant? For well using me? Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness. For that it made my imprisonment, a pleasure: I, such a pleasure, as incaged Birds Conceive; when after many moody Thoughts, At last, by Notes of Household harmony, They quite forget their loss of Liberty. But Warwick, after God, thou settest me free, And chiefly therefore, I thank God, and thee, He was the Author, thou the Instrument. Therefore that I may conquer Fortune's spite, By living low, where Fortune cannot hurt me, And that the people of this blessed Land May not be punished with my thwarting stars, Warwick, although my Head still wear the Crown, I here resign my Government to thee, For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds. Your Grace hath still been famed for virtuous, And now may seem as wise as virtuous, By spying and avoiding Fortune's malice, For few men rightly temper with the Stars: Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace, For choosing me, when Clarence is in place. No Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, To whom the Heavens in thy Nativity, Adjudged an Olive Branch, and Laurel Crown, As likely to be blessed in Peace and War: And therefore I yield thee my free consent. And I choose Clarence only for Protector. Warwick and Clarence, give me both your Hands: Now join your Hands, & with your Hands your Hearts, That no dissension hinder Government. I make you both Protectors of this Land, While I myself will lead a private Life, And in devotion spend my latter days, To sins rebuke, and my Creator's praise. What answers Clarence to his Sovereign's will? That he consents, if Warwick yield consent, For on thy fortune I repose myself. Why then, though loath, yet must I be content: we'll yoke together, like a double shadow To Henry's Body, and supply his place; I mean, in bearing weight of Government, While he enjoys the Honour, and his ease. And Clarence, now than it is more than needful, Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a Traitor, And all his Lands and Goods confiscate. What else? and that Succession be determined. I, therein Clarence shall not want his part. But with the first, of all your chief affairs, Let me entreat (for I command no more) That Margaret your Queen, and my Son Edward, Be sent for, to return from France with speed: For till I see them here, by doubtful fear, My joy of liberty is half eclipsed. It shall be done, my Sovereign, with all speed. My Lord of Somerset, what Youth is that, Of whom you seem to have so tender care? My Liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond.
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Subiects may challenge nothing of their Sou'rains But, if an humble prayer may preuaile, I then craue pardon of your Maieſtie. For what, Lieutenant? For well vſing me? Nay, be thou ſure, Ile well requite thy kindneſſe. For that it made my impriſonment, a pleaſure: I, ſuch a pleaſure, as incaged Birds Conceiue; when after many moody Thoughts, At laſt, by Notes of Houſhold harmonie, They quite forget their loſſe of Libertie. But Warwicke, after God, thou ſet'ſt me free, And chiefely therefore, I thanke God, and thee, He was the Author, thou the Inſtrument. Therefore that I may conquer Fortunes ſpight, By liuing low, where Fortune cannot hurt me, And that the people of this bleſſed Land May not be puniſht with my thwarting ſtarres, Warwicke, although my Head ſtill weare the Crowne, I here reſigne my Gouernment to thee, For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds. Your Grace hath ſtill beene fam'd for vertuous, And now may ſeeme as wiſe as vertuous, By ſpying and auoiding Fortunes malice, For few men rightly temper with the Starres: Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace, For chuſing me, when Clarence is in place. No Warwicke, thou art worthy of the ſway, To whom the Heau'ns in thy Natiuitie, Adiudg'd an Oliue Branch, and Lawrell Crowne, As likely to be bleſt in Peace and Warre: And therefore I yeeld thee my free conſent. And I chuſe Clarence onely for Protector. Warwick and Clarence, giue me both your Hands: Now ioyne your Hands, & with your Hands your Hearts, That no diſſention hinder Gouernment. I make you both Protectors of this Land, While I my ſelfe will lead a priuate Life, And in deuotion ſpend my latter dayes, To ſinnes rebuke, and my Creators prayſe. What anſweres Clarence to his Soueraignes will? That he conſents, if Warwicke yeeld conſent, For on thy fortune I repoſe my ſelfe. Why then, though loth, yet muſt I be content: Wee'le yoake together, like a double ſhadow To Henries Body, and ſupply his place; I meane, in bearing weight of Gouernment, While he enioyes the Honor, and his eaſe. And Clarence, now then it is more then needfull, Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traytor, And all his Lands and Goods confiſcate. What elſe? and that Succeſſion be determined. I, therein Clarence ſhall not want his part. But with the firſt, of all your chiefe affaires, Let me entreat (for I command no more) That Margaret your Queene, and my Sonne Edward, Be ſent for, to returne from France with ſpeed: For till I ſee them here, by doubtfull feare, My ioy of libertie is halfe eclips'd. It ſhall bee done, my Soueraigne, with all ſpeede. My Lord of Somerſet, what Youth is that, Of whom you ſeeme to haue ſo tender care? My Liege, it is young Henry, Earle of Richmond.