3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 37 of 47
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and typicality 0.80 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Come hither, England's Hope: If secret Powers suggest but truth To my divining thoughts, This pretty Lad will prove our Country's bliss. His Looks are full of peaceful Majesty, His Head by nature framed to wear a Crown, His Hand to wield a Sceptre, and himself Likely in time to bless a Regal Throne: Make much of him, my Lords; for this is he Must help you more, than you are hurt by me. What news, my friend? That Edward is escaped from your Brother, And fled (as he hears since) to Burgundy. Unsavoury news: but how made he escape? He was conveyed by Richard, Duke of Gloster, And the Lord Hastings, who attended him In secret ambush, on the Forest side, And from the Bishop's Huntsmen rescued him: For Hunting was his daily Exercise. My Brother was too careless of his charge. But let us hence, my Sovereign, to provide A salve for any sore, that may betide. My Lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's: For doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help, And we shall have more Wars before't be long. As Henry's late presaging Prophecy Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Richmond: So doth my heart mis-give me, in these Conflicts, What may befall him, to his harm and ours. Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany, Till storms be passed of Civil Enmity. I: for if Edward repossess the Crown, 'Tis like that Richmond, with the rest, shall down. It shall be so: he shall to Brittany. Come therefore, let's about it speedily. Now Brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest, Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends, And says, that once more I shall interchange My wained state, for Henry's Regal Crown. Well have we passed, and now repassed the Seas, And brought desired help from Burgundy. What then remains, we being thus arrived From Rauenspurre Haven, before the Gates of York, But that we enter, as into our Dukedom? The Gates made fast? Brother, I like not this. For many men that stumble at the Threshold, Are well foretold, that danger lurks within. Tush man, aboadments must not now affright us: By fair or foul means we must enter in, For hither will our friends repair to us. My Liege, I'll knock once more, to summon them. My Lords, We were forewarned of your coming, And shut the Gates, for safety of ourselves; For now we own allegiance unto Henry. But, Master Maior, if Henry be your King, Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of York. True, my good Lord, I know you for no less. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedom, As being well content with that alone. But when the Fox hath once got in his Nose, he'll soon find means to make the Body follow. Why, Master Maior, why stand you in a doubt? Open the Gates, we are King Henry's friends.
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Come hither, Englands Hope: If ſecret Powers ſuggeſt but truth To my diuining thoughts, This prettie Lad will proue our Countries bliſſe. His Lookes are full of peacefull Maieſtie, His Head by nature fram'd to weare a Crowne, His Hand to wield a Scepter, and himſelfe Likely in time to bleſſe a Regall Throne: Make much of him, my Lords; for this is hee Muſt helpe you more, then you are hurt by mee. What newes, my friend? That Edward is eſcaped from your Brother, And fled (as hee heares ſince) to Burgundie. Vnſauorie newes: but how made he eſcape? He was conuey'd by Richard, Duke of Gloſter, And the Lord Haſtings, who attended him In ſecret ambuſh, on the Forreſt ſide, And from the Biſhops Huntſmen reſcu'd him: For Hunting was his dayly Exerciſe. My Brother was too careleſſe of his charge. But let vs hence, my Soueraigne, to prouide A ſalue for any ſore, that may betide. My Lord, I like not of this flight of Edwards: For doubtleſſe, Burgundie will yeeld him helpe, And we ſhall haue more Warres befor't be long. As Henries late preſaging Prophecie Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Richmond: So doth my heart miſ-giue me, in theſe Conflicts, What may befall him, to his harme and ours. Therefore, Lord Oxford, to preuent the worſt, Forthwith wee'le ſend him hence to Brittanie, Till ſtormes be paſt of Ciuill Enmitie. I: for if Edward re-poſſeſſe the Crowne, 'Tis like that Richmond, with the reſt, ſhall downe. It ſhall be ſo: he ſhall to Brittanie. Come therefore, let's about it ſpeedily. Now Brother Richard, Lord Haſtings, and the reſt, Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends, And ſayes, that once more I ſhall enterchange My wained ſtate, for Henries Regall Crowne. Well haue we paſs'd, and now re-paſs'd the Seas, And brought deſired helpe from Burgundie. What then remaines, we being thus arriu'd From Rauenſpurre Hauen, before the Gates of Yorke, But that we enter, as into our Dukedome? The Gates made faſt? Brother, I like not this. For many men that ſtumble at the Threſhold, Are well fore-told, that danger lurkes within. Tuſh man, aboadments muſt not now affright vs: By faire or foule meanes we muſt enter in, For hither will our friends repaire to vs. My Liege, Ile knocke once more, to ſummon them. My Lords, We were fore-warned of your comming, And ſhut the Gates, for ſafetie of our ſelues; For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry. But, Maſter Maior, if Henry be your King, Yet Edward, at the leaſt, is Duke of Yorke. True, my good Lord, I know you for no leſſe. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome, As being well content with that alone. But when the Fox hath once got in his Noſe, Hee'le ſoone finde meanes to make the Body follow. Why, Maſter Maior, why ſtand you in a doubt? Open the Gates, we are King Henries friends.