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 0.80 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom? Why for my King: Tush, that's a wooden thing. He talks of wood: It is some Carpenter. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied, And peace established between these Realms. But there remains a scruple in that too: For though her Father be the King of Naples, Duke of Anjou and Mayne, yet is he poor, And our Nobility will scorn the match. Hear ye Captain? Are you not at leisure? It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much: Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield. Madam, I have a secret to reveal. What though I be enthralled, he seems a knight And will not any way dishonour me. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French, And then I need not crave his courtesy. Sweet Madam, give me hearing in a cause. Tush, women have been captivated ere now. Lady, wherefore talk you so? I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo. Say gentle Princess, would you not suppose Your bondage happy, to be made a Queen? To be a Queen in bondage, is more vile, Than is a slave, in base servility: For Princes should be free. And so shall you. If happy Englands Royal King be free. Why what concerns his freedom unto me? I'll undertake to make thee Henry's Queen, To put a Golden Sceptre in thy hand, And set a precious Crown upon thy head, If thou wilt condescend to be my— What? His love. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife. No gentle Madam, I unworthy am To woe so fair a Dame to be his wife, And have no portion in the choice myself. How say you Madam, are ye so content? And if my Father please, I am content. Then call our Captains and our Colours forth, And Madam, at your Father's Castle walls, we'll crave a parley, to confer with him. See Reignier see, thy daughter prisoner. To whom? To me. Suffolk, what remedy? I am a Soldier, and unapt to weep, Or to exclaim on Fortune's fickleness. Yes, there is remedy enough my Lord, Consent, and for thy Honour give consent, Thy daughter shall be wedded to my King, Whom I with pain have wooed and won thereto: And this her easy held imprisonment, Hath gained thy daughter Princely liberty. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks? Fair Margaret knows, That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or fain. Upon thy Princely warrant, I descend, To give thee answer of thy just demand. And here I will expect thy coming. Welcome brave Earl into our Territories, Command in Anjou what your Honour pleases. Thanks Reignier, happy for so sweet a Child, Fit to be made companion with a King: What answer makes your Grace unto my suit?
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Ile win this Lady Margaret. For whom? Why for my King: Tuſh, that's a woodden thing. He talkes of wood: It is ſome Carpenter. Yet ſo my fancy may be ſatisfied, And peace eſtabliſhed betweene theſe Realmes. But there remaines a ſcruple in that too: For though her Father be the King of Naples, Duke of Aniou and Mayne, yet is he poore, And our Nobility will ſcorne the match. Heare ye Captaine? Are you not at leyſure? It ſhall be ſo, diſdaine they ne're ſo much: Henry is youthfull, and will quickly yeeld. Madam, I haue a ſecret to reueale. What though I be inthral'd, he ſeems a knight And will not any way diſhonor me. Lady, vouchſafe to liſten what I ſay. Perhaps I ſhall be reſcu'd by the French, And then I need not craue his curteſie. Sweet Madam, giue me hearing in a cauſe. Tuſh, women haue bene captiuate ere now. Lady, wherefore talke you ſo? I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo. Say gentle Princeſſe, would you not ſuppoſe Your bondage happy, to be made a Queene? To be a Queene in bondage, is more vile, Than is a ſlaue, in baſe ſeruility: For Princes ſhould be free. And ſo ſhall you. If happy England Royall King be free. Why what concernes his freedome vnto mee? Ile vndertake to make thee Henries Queene, To put a Golden Scepter in thy hand, And ſet a precious Crowne vpon thy head, If thou wilt condiſcend to be my— What? His loue. I am vnworthy to be Henries wife. No gentle Madam, I vnworthy am To woe ſo faire a Dame to be his wife, And haue no portion in the choice my ſelfe. How ſay you Madam, are ye ſo content? And if my Father pleaſe, I am content. Then call our Captaines and our Colours forth, And Madam, at your Fathers Caſtle walles, Wee'l craue a parley, to conferre with him. See Reignier ſee, thy daughter priſoner. To whom? To me. Suffolke, what remedy? I am a Souldier, and vnapt to weepe, Or to exclaime on Fortunes fickleneſſe. Yes, there is remedy enough my Lord, Conſent, and for thy Honor giue conſent, Thy daughter ſhall be wedded to my King, Whom I with paine haue wooed and wonne thereto: And this her eaſie held impriſonment, Hath gain'd thy daughter Princely libertie. Speakes Suffolke as he thinkes? Faire Margaret knowes, That Suffolke doth not flatter, face, or faine. Vpon thy Princely warrant, I deſcend, To giue thee anſwer of thy iuſt demand. And heere I will expect thy comming. Welcome braue Earle into our Territories, Command in Aniou what your Honor pleaſes. Thankes Reignier, happy for ſo ſweet a Childe, Fit to be made companion with a King: What anſwer makes your Grace vnto my ſuite?