Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William / Nashe, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and typicality 0.85 · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Sweet King: the Bishop hath a kindly gird: For shame my Lord of Winchester relent; What, shall a Child instruct you what to do? Well, Duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee Love for thy Love, and Hand for Hand I give. I, but I fear me with a hollow Heart. See here my Friends and loving Countrymen, This token serveth for a Flag of Truce, Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers: So help me God, as I dissemble not. So help me God, as I intent it not. Oh loving Uncle, kind Duke of Gloster, How joyful am I made by this Contract. Away my Masters, trouble us no more, But join in friendship, as your Lords have done. Content, I'll to the Surgeons. And so will I. And I will see what Physic the Tavern affords. Accept this Scroll, most gracious Sovereign, Which in the Right of Richard Plantagenet, We do exhibit to your Majesty. Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: for sweet Prince, And if your Grace mark every circumstance, You have great reason to do Richard right, Especially for those occasions At Eltam Place I told your Majesty. And those occasions, Uncle, were of force: Therefore my loving Lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be restored to his Blood. Let Richard be restored to his Blood, So shall his Father's wrongs be recompensed. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. If Richard will be true, not that all alone, But all the whole Inheritance I give, That doth belong unto the House of York, From whence you spring, by Lineal Descent. Thy humble servant vows obedience, And humble service, till the point of death. Stoop then, and set your Knee against my Foot, And in reguerdon of that duty done, I girt thee with the valiant Sword of York: Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet, And rise created Princely Duke of York. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall, And as my duty springs, so perish they, That grudge one thought against your Majesty. Welcome high Prince, the mighty Duke of York. Perish base Prince, ignoble Duke of York. Now will it best avail your Majesty, To cross the Seas, and to be Crowned in France: The presence of a King engenders love Amongst his Subjects, and his loyal Friends, As it disanimates his Enemies. When Gloster says the word, King Henry goes, For friendly counsel cuts off many Foes. Your Ships already are in readiness. I, we may march in England, or, in France, Not seeing what is likely to ensue: This late dissension grown betwixt the Peers, Burns under feigned ashes of forged love, And will at last break out into a flame, As festered members rot but by degree, Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away, So will this base and envious discord breed. And now I fear that fatal Prophecy, Which in the time of Henry, named the Fift, Was in the mouth of every sucking Babe, That Henry borne at Monmouth should win all, And Henry borne at Windsor, lose all: Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish, His days may finish, ere that hapless time.
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Sweet King: the Biſhop hath a kindly gyrd: For ſhame my Lord of Wincheſter relent; What, ſhall a Child inſtruct you what to doe? Well, Duke of Gloſter, I will yeeld to thee Loue for thy Loue, and Hand for Hand I giue. I, but I feare me with a hollow Heart. See here my Friends and louing Countreymen, This token ſerueth for a Flagge of Truce, Betwixt our ſelues, and all our followers: So helpe me God, as I diſſemble not. So helpe me God, as I intend it not. Oh louing Vnckle, kinde Duke of Gloſter, How ioyfull am I made by this Contract. Away my Maſters, trouble vs no more, But ioyne in friendſhip, as your Lords haue done. Content, Ile to the Surgeons. And ſo will I. And I will ſee what Phyſick the Tauerne affords. Accept this Scrowle, moſt gracious Soueraigne, Which in the Right of Richard Plantagenet, We doe exhibite to your Maieſtie. Well vrg'd, my Lord of Warwick: for ſweet Prince, And if your Grace marke euery circumſtance, You haue great reaſon to doe Richard right, Eſpecially for thoſe occaſions At Eltam Place I told your Maieſtie. And thoſe occaſions, Vnckle, were of force: Therefore my louing Lords, our pleaſure is, That Richard be reſtored to his Blood. Let Richard be reſtored to his Blood, So ſhall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc't. As will the reſt, ſo willeth Wincheſter. If Richard will be true, not that all alone, But all the whole Inheritance I giue, That doth belong vnto the Houſe of Yorke, From whence you ſpring, by Lineall Deſcent. Thy humble ſeruant vowes obedience, And humble ſeruice, till the point of death. Stoope then, and ſet your Knee againſt my Foot, And in reguerdon of that dutie done, I gyrt thee with the valiant Sword of Yorke: Riſe Richard, like a true Plantagenet, And riſe created Princely Duke of Yorke. And ſo thriue Richard, as thy foes may fall, And as my dutie ſprings, ſo periſh they, That grudge one thought againſt your Maieſty. Welcome high Prince, the mighty Duke of Yorke. Periſh baſe Prince, ignoble Duke of Yorke. Now will it beſt auaile your Maieſtie, To croſſe the Seas, and to be Crown'd in France: The preſence of a King engenders loue Amongſt his Subiects, and his loyall Friends, As it diſ-animates his Enemies. When Gloſter ſayes the word, King Henry goes, For friendly counſaile cuts off many Foes. Your Ships alreadie are in readineſſe. I, we may march in England, or, in France, Not ſeeing what is likely to enſue: This late diſſention growne betwixt the Peeres, Burnes vnder fained aſhes of forg'd loue, And will at laſt breake out into a flame, As feſtred members rot but by degree, Till bones and fleſh and ſinewes fall away, So will this baſe and enuious diſcord breed. And now I feare that fatall Prophecie, Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the Fift, Was in the mouth of euery ſucking Babe, That Henry borne at Monmouth ſhould winne all, And Henry borne at Windſor, looſe all: Which is ſo plaine, that Exeter doth wiſh, His dayes may finiſh, ere that hapleſſe time.