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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10726	The true tragedie of Richard Duke of York and the death of good King Henrie the Sixt, with the whole contention betweene the two houses Lancaster and Yorke, as it was sundrie times acted by the right honourable the earle of Pembrooke his seruants.; King Henry VI. Part 3	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1595 (1595)	STC 21006; ESTC S102944	36,745	80

saie commend me to my valiant brother And more he would haue spoke and 〈◊〉 he said Which sounded like a 〈…〉 a vault That could not b● distinguisht for the sound And so the val●ant Montague gaue vp the ghost War What is pompe rule ra●g●e but earth and dust And liue we how we can yet the w● m●st Sweet rest his soule she Lords and 〈◊〉 your selues For Warwike bids you all farewell to mee●●n H●auen He dies Oxf Come noble Summerset le ts take our horse And cause retrait be sounded through the campe That all our friends that y●t remaine aliue Maie be awarn'd and ●aue themselues by flight That done with them wee le post vnto the Queene And once mo●eui● our fortune in th● fi●ld Ex ambo Enter Edward Clarence Gloster with souldiers Edw. Thus still our fortune 〈◊〉 vs victorie And g●●ts our temples with tr●umphant ●oies The bigboond traytor Warwike hath breathde his last An I heauen this daie hath sm●●de v●on v●●all But in this cleere and brightsome ●a●e I see a blacke suspitious cloud appeare That will enc●unter with our glorious sunne Before he gaine his ●asefull w● ste●e be ●●es I mean those powers which the Queen hath got in Frāce Are landed and meane once more to menace vs. Glo. Oxford and Summerset are sled to hi● And 〈◊〉 likelie if she haue time to breath H●r fact on will be full as strong as ours Edw. We are aduertisde by our louing friends That they doe hold their course towards Tow●burie Th●ther will we 〈◊〉 for willingnes rids waie And in euerie countie as we pas●e along O●● str engthes shall be augmented Come le ts goe for if we slacke this faire B●●ght Summers daie sharpe winters Sho●ers w●ll ma●e our hope for haie Ex Omnes Enter the Queene Prince Edward Oxford and Summerset wi●h drum and souldiers Quee. Welcome to England my louing friends of Frāce And welcome Summerset and Oxford too On●e more haue we spread our sailes abroad And though our tackling be almost consumde And Warwike as our maine mast ouerthrowne Yet wa●like Lords raise you that sturdie post That beares the s●iles to bring vs vnto rest And Ne● and I as willing P●lots should For once with carefull mindes guide on the sterne To beare vs through that dangerous gulfe That heretofore hath swallowed vp our friends Prince And if there be as God forbid there should Amongst vs a timorous or fearefull man Let him depart before the battels ioine ●east he in time of need intise another And so withdraw the souldiers harts from vs. I will not stand aloofe and bid you fight But with my sword presse in the thickest thronges And single Edward from his strongest guard And hand to hand enforce him for to yeeld Or leaue my bodie as witnesse of my thoughts Oxf. Women and children of so high resolue And Warriors faint why t were perpetuall Shame Oh braue yong Prince thy Noble grandfather doth liue againe in thee Long maiest thou liue to beare his image And to renew his glories Sum. And he that turnes and flies when such do fight Let him to bed and like the Owle by daie Be hist and wondered at if he arise Enter a Messenger Mes My Lords Duke Edward with a mighty power Is ma●ching hitherwards to fight with you Oxf. I thought it was his pollicie to take vs vnprouided But here will we stand and fight it to the death Enter king Edward Cla. Glo. Hast and Souldiers Edw. See brothers yonder stands the thornie wood Which by Gods assistance and your prowesse Shall with our swords yer night be cleane cut downe Queen Lords Knights gentlemen what I should say My teares gainesaie for as you see I drinke The water of mine eies Then no more But this Henry your king is prisoner In the tower his land and all our friends Are quite distrest and yonder standes The Wolfe that makes all this Then on Gods name Lords togither cry saint George All Saint George for Lancaster Alarmes to the battell Yorke flies then the chambers be discharged Then enter the king Cla Glo. the rest make a great shout and crie for Yorke for Yorke and then the Queene is taken the prince Oxf. Sum. and then sound and enter all againe Edw. Lo here a period of tumultuous broiles Awaie with Oxford to Hames castell straight For Summerset off with his guiltie head Awaie I wi●l not heare them speake Oxf. For my part I le not trouble thee with words Exit Oxford Sum. Not I but stoope with patience to my death Exit Sum. Edw. Now Edward what satisfaction canst thou make ●or stirring vp my subiects to rebellion Prin. Speake like a subiect proud ambitious Yorke Suppose that I am now my fathers mouth Resigne thy chaire and where I stand kneele thou Whilst I propose the selfesame words to thee Which traytor thou woudst haue me answere to Queen Oh that thy father had bin so resolu●d Glo. That you might still haue kept your Peticote and nere haue slolne the Br●●●h from Lancaster Prince Let Aesop fable in a winters night His c●●●●sh Riddles sorts not with this place Glo. By heauen brat I le plague you for that word Queen I thou wast borne to be a plague to men Glo. For Gods sake take a waie this captiue scold Prin Nay take away this skolding Crooktbacke rather Edw. Peace wilfull boy or I will tame your tongue Cla. Vntuterd lad thou art too malepert Prin. I know my dutie you are all vndutifull Lasciuious Edward and thou periurd George And thou mishapen Dicke I tell you all I am your better traytors as you be Edw. Take that the litnes of this railer heere Queen Oh kill me too Glo Marrie and shall Edw. Hold Richard hold for we haue doone too much alreadie Glo Why should she liue to fill the world with words Edw. What doth she swound make meanes for Her recouerie Glo Clarence excuse me to the king my brother I must to London on a serious matter Ere you come there you shall heare more newes Cla. About what prethe tell me Glo. The Towerman the Tower I le root them out Exit Gloster Queen Ah Ned speake to thy mother boy ah Thou canst not speake Traytors Tyrants bloudie Homicides They that stabd Caesar shed no bloud at all For he was a man this in respect a childe And men nere spend then furie on a child What 's worse then tyrant that I maie name You haue no children Deuils if you had The thought of them would then haue stopt your rage But if you euer hope to haue a sonne Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off As Traitors you haue doone this sweet young prin●e Edw. Awaie and beare her hence Queen Naie nere beare me hence dispatch Me heere heere sheath thy sword I le pardon thee my death Wilt thou not Then Clarence doe thou doe it Cla By Heauen I would not doe thee so much ease Queen Good Clarence