3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 41 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 · 459 words
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Oh cheerful Colours, see where Oxford comes. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster. The Gates are open, let us enter too. So other foes may set upon our backs. Stand we in good array: for they no doubt Will issue out again, and bid us battle; If not, the City being but of small defence, we'll quickly rouse the Traitors in the same. Oh welcome Oxford, for we want thy help. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster. Thou and thy Brother both shall buy this Treason Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. The harder matched, the greater Victory, My mind presageth happy gain, and Conquest. Summersault, Summersault, for Lancaster. Two of thy Name, both Dukes of Somerset, Have sold their Lives unto the House of York, And thou shalt be the third, if this Sword hold. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along, Of force enough to bid his Brother Battaile: With whom, in upright zeal to right, prevails More than the nature of a Brothers Love.. Come Clarence, come: thou wilt, if Warwick call. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? Look here, I throw my infamy at thee: I will not ruinated my Father's House, Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, And set up Lancaster. Why, trowest thou, Warwick, That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt unnatural, To bend the fatal Instruments of War Against his Brother, and his lawful King. Perhaps thou wilt object my holy Oath: To keep that Oath, were more impiety, Then Iephah, when he sacrificed his Daughter. I am so sorry for my Trespass made, That to deserve well at my Brother's hands, I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe: With resolution, wheresoever I meet thee, (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad) To plague thee, for thy foul mis-leading me. And so, prowd-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, And to my Brother turn my blushing Cheeks. Pardon me Edward, I will make amends: And Richard, do not frown upon my faults, For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved, Then if thou never hadst deserved our hate. Welcome good Clarence, this is Brotherlike. Oh passing Traitor, perjured and unjust. What Warwick, Wilt thou leave the Town, and fight? Or shall we beat the Stones about thine Ears? Alas, I am not cooped here for defence: I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid thee Battle, Edward, if thou darest. Yes Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way: Lords to the field: Saint George, and Victory. So, lie thou there: die thou, and dye our fear, For Warwick was a Bug that feared us all. Now Montague sit fast, I seek for thee, That Warwick's Bones may keep thine company.
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Oh chearefull Colours, ſee where Oxford comes. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaſter. The Gates are open, let vs enter too. So other foes may ſet vpon our backs. Stand we in good array: for they no doubt Will iſſue out againe, and bid vs battaile; If not, the Citie being but of ſmall defence, Wee'le quickly rowze the Traitors in the ſame. Oh welcome Oxford, for we want thy helpe. Mountague, Mountague, for Lancaſter. Thou and thy Brother both ſhall buy this Treaſon Euen with the deareſt blood your bodies beare. The harder matcht, the greater Victorie, My minde preſageth happy gaine, and Conqueſt. Somerſet, Somerſet, for Lancaſter. Two of thy Name, both Dukes of Somerſet, Haue ſold their Liues vnto the Houſe of Yorke, And thou ſhalt be the third, if this Sword hold. And loe, where George of Clarence ſweepes along, Of force enough to bid his Brother Battaile: With whom, in vpright zeale to right, preuailes More then the nature of a Brothers Loue. Come Clarence, come: thou wilt, if Warwicke call. Father of Warwick, know you what this meanes? Looke here, I throw my infamie at thee: I will not ruinate my Fathers Houſe, Who gaue his blood to lyme the ſtones together, And ſet vp Lancaſter. Why, troweſt thou, Warwicke, That Clarence is ſo harſh, ſo blunt vnnaturall, To bend the fatall Inſtruments of Warre Againſt his Brother, and his lawfull King. Perhaps thou wilt obiect my holy Oath: To keepe that Oath, were more impietie, Then Iephah, when he ſacrific'd his Daughter. I am ſo ſorry for my Treſpas made, That to deſerue well at my Brothers hands, I here proclayme my ſelfe thy mortall foe: With reſolution, whereſoe're I meet thee, (As I will meet thee, if thou ſtirre abroad) To plague thee, for thy foule mis-leading me. And ſo, prowd-hearted Warwicke, I defie thee, And to my Brother turne my bluſhing Cheekes. Pardon me Edward, I will make amends: And Richard, doe not frowne vpon my faults, For I will henceforth be no more vnconſtant. Now welcome more, and ten times more belou'd, Then if thou neuer hadſt deſeru'd our hate. Welcome good Clarence, this is Brother-like. Oh paſſing Traytor, periur'd and vniuſt. What Warwicke, Wilt thou leaue the Towne, and fight? Or ſhall we beat the Stones about thine Eares? Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence: I will away towards Barnet preſently, And bid thee Battaile, Edward, if thou dar'ſt. Yes Warwicke, Edward dares, and leads the way: Lords to the field: Saint George, and Victorie. So, lye thou there: dye thou, and dye our feare, For Warwicke was a Bugge that fear'd vs all. Now Mountague ſit faſt, I ſeeke for thee, That Warwickes Bones may keepe thine companie.