3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 38 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 0.78 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
I, say you so? the Gates shall then be opened. A wise stout Captain, and soon persuaded. The good old man would feign that all were well, So 'twere not long of him: but being entered, I doubt not I, but we shall soon persuade Both him, and all his Brothers, unto reason. So, Master Maior: these Gates must not be shut, But in the Night, or in the time of War. What, fear not man, but yield me up the Keys, For Edward will defend the Town, and thee, And all those friends, that deign to follow me. Brother, this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived. Welcome Sir Iohn: but why come you in Arms? To help King Edward in his time of storm, As every loyal Subject ought to do. Thanks good Mountgomerie: But we now forget our Title to the Crown, And only claim our Dukedom, Till God please to send the rest. Then far you well, for I will hence again, I came to serve a King, and not a Duke: Drummer strike up, and let us march away. Nay stay, Sir Iohn, a while, and we'll debate By what safe means the Crown may be recovered. What talk you of debating? in few words, If you'll not here proclaim yourself our King, I'll leave you to your fortune, and be gone, To keep them back, that come to secure you. Why shall we fight, if you pretend no Title? Why Brother, wherefore stand you on nice points? When we grow stronger, Then we'll make our Claim: Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. Away with scrupulous Wit, now Arms must rule. And fearless minds climb soon unto Crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand, The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. Then be it as you will: for 'tis my right, And Henry but usurps the Diadem. I, now my Sovereign speaketh like himself, And now will I be Edward's Champion. Sound Trumpet, Edward shall be here proclaimed: Come, fellow Soldier, make thou proclamation. Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of God, King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, etc. And whosoever gain says King Edward's right, By this I challenge him to single fight. Long live Edward the Fourth. Thanks brave Mountgomery, And thankes unto you all: If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. Now for this Night, let's harbour here in York: And when the Morning Sun shall raise his Car Above the Border of this Horizon, we'll forward towards Warwick, and his Mates; For well I wots, that Henry is no Soldier. Ah froward Clarence, how evil it beseems thee, To flatter Henry, and forsake thy Brother? Yet as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick. Come on brave Soldiers: doubt not of the Day, And that once gotten, doubt not of large Pay.
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I, ſay you ſo? the Gates ſhall then be opened. A wiſe ſtout Captaine, and ſoone perſwaded. The good old man would faine that all were wel, So 'twere not long of him: but being entred, I doubt not I, but we ſhall ſoone perſwade Both him, and all his Brothers, vnto reaſon. So, Maſter Maior: theſe Gates muſt not be ſhut, But in the Night, or in the time of Warre. What, feare not man, but yeeld me vp the Keyes, For Edward will defend the Towne, and thee, And all thoſe friends, that deine to follow mee. Brother, this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie, Our truſtie friend, vnleſſe I be deceiu'd. Welcome Sir Iohn: but why come you in Armes? To helpe King Edward in his time of ſtorme, As euery loyall Subiect ought to doe. Thankes good Mountgomerie: But we now forget our Title to the Crowne, And onely clayme our Dukedome, Till God pleaſe to ſend the reſt. Then fare you well, for I will hence againe, I came to ſerue a King, and not a Duke: Drummer ſtrike vp, and let vs march away. Nay ſtay, Sir Iohn, a while, and wee'le debate By what ſafe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd. What talke you of debating? in few words, If you'le not here proclaime your ſelfe our King, Ile leaue you to your fortune, and be gone, To keepe them back, that come to ſuccour you. Why ſhall we fight, if you pretend no Title? Why Brother, wherefore ſtand you on nice points? When wee grow ſtronger, Then wee'le make our Clayme: Till then, 'tis wiſdome to conceale our meaning. Away with ſcrupulous Wit, now Armes muſt rule. And feareleſſe minds clyme ſooneſt vnto Crowns. Brother, we will proclaime you out of hand, The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. Then be it as you will: for 'tis my right, And Henry but vſurpes the Diademe. I, now my Soueraigne ſpeaketh like himſelfe, And now will I be Edwards Champion. Sound Trumpet, Edward ſhal be here proclaim'd: Come, fellow Souldior, make thou proclamation. Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of God, King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c. And whoſoe're gain ſayes King Edwards right, By this I challenge him to ſingle fight. Long liue Edward the Fourth. Thankes braue Mountgomery, And thankes vnto you all: If fortune ſerue me, Ile requite this kindneſſe. Now for this Night, let's harbor here in Yorke: And when the Morning Sunne ſhall rayſe his Carre Aboue the Border of this Horizon, Wee'le forward towards Warwicke, and his Mates; For well I wot, that Henry is no Souldier. Ah froward Clarence, how euill it beſeemes thee, To flatter Henry, and forſake thy Brother? Yet as wee may, wee'le meet both thee and Warwicke. Come on braue Souldiors: doubt not of the Day, And that once gotten, doubt not of large Pay.