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prince_n	duke_n	king_n	lewis_n	3,045	5	10.1107	5	false

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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

kingdome saie For e●ther that is thine or else thou wert not his Enter the Earle of Warwike Montague with drum ancient and souldiers War How now faire Lords what sare what newes abroad Rich. Ah Warwike should we report the balefull N●●●● 〈◊〉 at each words deliuerance stab poinyardes In our flesh till all were told the words would adde More 〈◊〉 then the wounds Ah valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. Ah Warwike Warwike that Plantagenet Which held thee deere I euen an his soules redemption Is by the ●●●●ne L. Clifford done to death War Ten dai●s a go I drownd those newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things since then befalne After the bloudie fraie at Wakefield fought Where your braue father breath'd his latest gaspe Tidings as swiflie as the post could runne Was brought me of your losse and his departure I then in London keeper of the King Mustred my sould●ers gathered flockes of friends And verie vvell appointed as I thought Marcht to saint Albons to entercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my scoutes I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash your late decree in parliament Touching king Henries heires and your succession Short tale to make we at Saint Albons met Our battel 's ioinde and both sides fiercelie fought But whether t was the coldnesse of the king He lookt full gentlie on his warlike Queene That robde my souldiers of their heated spleene Or whether t was report of his successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords rigor Who thunders to his captaines bloud and death I cannot tell But to conclude with truth Their weapons like to lightnings went and came Our souldiers like the might Owles lasie flight Or like an idle thresher with a ●laile Fel gentlie downe as if they smote their friends I cheerd them vp with iustice of the cause With promise of hie paie and great rewardes But all in vaine they had no harts to fight Nor we in them no hope to win the daie So that We fled The king vnto the Queene Lord George your brother Norffolke and my selfe In hast post hast are come to ioine with you For in the marches here we heard you were Making another head to fight againe Edw. Thankes gentle Warwike How farre hence is the Duke with his power And when came George from Burgundie to England War Some fiue miles off the Duke is with his power But as for your brother he was latelie sent From your kind Aunt Duches of Burgundie With aide of souldiers gainst this needfull warre Rich. T was ods belike when valiant Warwike fled Oft haue I heard thy praises in pursute But nere till now thy scandall of retire War Nor now my scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know that th●s right hand of mine Can plucke the Diadem from ●aint Henries head And wring the awefull scepter from his fist Were he as famous and as bold in warre As he is famde for mildnesse peace and praier Rich. I know it well Lord Warwike blame me not T was loue I bare thy glories made me speake But in this troublous time what 's to be done Shall we gothrow away our coates of steele And clad our bodies in blacke mourning gownes Numbring our Auemaries with our beades Or shall we on the helmets of our foes Tell our deuotion with reuengefull armes If for the last saie I and to it Lords War Why therefore Warwike came to find ● you out And therefore comes my brother Montague Attend me Lords the proud insulting Queene With Clifford and the haught Northumberland And of their feather manie mo proud birdes Haue wrought th● easie melting king like waxe He sware consent to your succession His oath inrolled in the Parliament But now to London all the crew are gone To frustrate his oath or what besides May make against the house of Lancaster Th●i● power I gesse them fifty thousand strong Now if the helpe of Norffolke and my selfe Can but amount to 48. thousand With all the friendes that thou braue earle of March Among the louing Welshmen canst procure Why via To London will we march amaine And once againe be●●●ide our foming steedes And once againe crie charge vpon the foe But neuer once againe turne backe and fl●e Rich. I now me thinkes I heare great Warwike speake Nere maie he liue to see a sunshine daie That cries r●tire when Warwike bids him stay Edw. Lord Warwike on thy shoulder will I leane And when thou faints must Edward fall Which perill heauen forefend War No longer Earle of March but Duke of Yorke The next degree is Englands royall king And king of England and shalt thou be proclaimde In euery burrough as we passe along And he that casts not vp his cap for ioie Shall for the offence make forfeit of his head King Edward valiant Richard Montague Stay we no longer dreaming of renowne But forward to effect these resolutions En●er a Messenger Mes The Duke of Norffolke sends you word by me The Queene is comming with a puissant power And craues your companie for speedie councell War Why then it sorts braue Lordes Le ts march away Exeunt Omnes Enter the King and Queene Prince Edward and the Northerne Earles with drum and Souldiers Quee. Welcome my Lord to this braue town of York Yonder 's the head of that ambitious enemie That sought to be impaled with your crowne Doth not the obiect please your eie my Lord King Euen as the rockes please them that feare their wracke Withhold reuenge deare God t is not my fault Nor wittinglie haue I infringde my vow Clif My gratious Lord this too much lenitie And harmefull pittie must be laid aside To whom do Lyons cast their gentle lookes Not to the beast that would vsurpe his den Whose hand is that the sauage Beare doth licke Not his that spoiles his young before his face Whose ●●ap●s the lurking serpentes mortall sting Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe The smallest worme will turne being troden on And Doues will pecke in rescue of their broode Ambitious Yorke did leuell at thy Crowne Thou smiling while he knit his angrie browes He but a Duke would haue his sonne a king And raise his issue like a louing sire Thou being a king blest with a goodlie sonne Didst giue consent to disinherit him Which argude thee a most vnnaturall father Vnreasonable creatures feed their yong And though mans face be fearefull to their eies Yet in protect on of their tender ones Who hath not seene them euen with those same wings Which they haue sometime vsde in fearefull flight Make warre with him that climes vnto their nest Offring their owne liues in their yongs defence For shame my Lord make them your president Were it not pittie that this goodlie boy should lose his birth right through his fathers fault And long hereafter saie vnto his child

delaies I beseech your highnesse to dispatch me now K Ed. Lords giue vs leaue wee meane to trie this widowes wit Cla. I good leaue haue you Glo. For you will haue leaue till youth take leaue And leaue you to your crouch K Ed. Come hither widdow howe many children haste thou Cla. I thinke he meanes to begge a child on her Glo. Nay whip me then hee le rather giue hir two La. Three my most gratious Lord. Glo. You shall haue foure and you wil be rulde by him K Ed. Were it not pittie they shoulde loose their fathers lands La. Be pittifull then dread L. and grant it them K Edw. I le tell thee how these lands are to be got La. So shall you bind me to your highnesse seruice K Ed What seruice wilt thou doe me if I grant it them La. Euen what your highnesse shall command Glo. Naic then widow I le warrant you all your Husbands lands if you grant to do what he Commands Fight close or in good faith You catch a clap Cla. Naie I seare her not vnlesse she fall Glo. Marie godsforbot man for hee le take vantage then La. Why stops my Lord shall I not know my taske K Ed. An easie taske t is but to loue a king La. That 's soone perfounde because I am a subiect K Ed. Why then thy hushandes landes I freelie giue thee La. I take my leaue with manie thousand thankes Cla. The match is made shee seales it with a cursie K Ed Staie widdow stare what loue dost thou thinke I sue so much to get La. My humble seruice such as subiects owes and the lawes commands K Ed. No by my troth I meant no such loue But to tell thee the troth I aime to lie with thee La. To tell you plaine my Lord I had rather lie in prison K Edw. Why then thou canst not get thy husbandes lands La. Then mine honestie shall be my dower For by that losse I will not purchase them K Ed. Herein thou wrongst thy children mightilie La. Heerein your highnesse wrongs both them and Me but mightie Lord this merrie inclination Agrees not with the sadnesse of my sute Please it your highnes to dismisse me either with I or no. K Ed I if thou saie I to my request No if thousaie no to my demand La. Then no my Lord my sute is at an end Glo. The widdow likes him not shee bends the brow Cla. Why he is the bluntest woer in christendome K Ed Her lookes are all repleat with maiestie One waie or other she is for a king And she shall be my loue or else my Queene Saie that king Edward tooke thee for his Queene La. T is better said then done my gratious Lord I am a subiect sit to iest withall But far vnfit to be a Soueraigne K Edw. Sweet widdow by my state I sweare I speake No more then what my hart intends And that is to enioie thee for my loue La. And that is more then I will yeeld vnto I know I am too bad to be your Queene And yet too good to be your Concubine K Edw. You ca●●ll widdow I did meane my Queene La. Your grace would be loath my sonnes should call you father K Edw. No more then when my daughters call thee Mother Thou art a widow and thou hast some children And by Gods mother I being but a bacheler Haue other some Why t is a happy thing To be the father of manie children Argue no more for thou shalt be my Queene Glo. The ghostlie father now hath done his shrift Cla. When he was made a shriuer t was for shift K Edw. Brothers you muse what talke the widdow And I haue had you would thinke it strange If I should marrie her Cla. Marrie her my Lord to whom K Edw. Why Clarence to my selfe Glo. That would be ten daies wonder at the least Cla. Why that 's a daie longer then a wonder lastes Glo. And so much more are the wonders in extreames K Edw. Well ieast on brothers I can tell you hir Sute is granted for her husbands lands Enter a Messenger Mes And it please your grace Henry your foe is Taken and brought as prisoner to your pallace gates K Edw. Awaie with him and send him to the Tower And let vs go question with the man about His apprehension Lords along and vse this Ladie honorablie Exeunt Omnes Manet Gloster and sp●akes Glost I Edward will vse women honourablie Would he were wasted marrow bones and all That from his loines no issue might succeed To hinder me from the golden time I looke for For I am not yet lookt on in the world First is there Edward Clarence and Henry And his sonne and all they lookt for issue Of their loines ere I can plant my selfe A cold premeditation for my purpose What other pleasure is there in the world beside I will go clad my bodie in gaie ornaments And lull my selfe within a ladies lap And with sweet Ladies with my words and lookes Oh monstrous man to harbour such a thought Why loue did scorne me in my mothers wombe And for I should not deale in hir astaires Shee did corrupt fraile nature in the flesh And plasle an enuious mountaine on my backe Where sits deformity to mocke my bodie To drie mine arme vp like a withered shrimpe To make my legges of an vnequall size And am I then a man to be belou'd Easier for me to compasse twentie crownes Tut I can smile and murder when I smile I crie content to that that greeues me most I can adde colours to the Camelion And for a need change shapes with Protheus And set the aspiring Catalin to schoole Can I doe this and cannot get the crowne Tush were it ten times higher I le pull it downe Exit Enter king Lewis and the ladie Bon● and Queene Margaret Prince Edward and Oxford and others Lewes Welcome Queene Margaret to the Court of France It sits not Lewis to sit while thou dost stand Sit by my side and here I vow to thee Thou shalt haue aide to repossesse thy right And be at proud Edward from his vsurped seat And place king Henry in his former rule Queen I humblie thanke your royall maiestie And pray the God of heauen to blesse thy state Great king of France that thus regards our wrongs Enter Warwike Lew. How now who is this Queen Our Earle of Warwike Edwardes chiefest friend Lew. Welcome braue Warwike what brings thee to France War From worthy Edward king of England My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed friend I come in kindnes and vnfained loue First to do greetings to thy royall person And then to craue a league of amitie And lastlie to confirme that amitie With nuptiall knot if thou vouchsafe to grant That vertuous ladie Bona thy faire sister To Englands king in lawfull marriage Queen And if this go forward all our hope is done War And gratious Madam in our kings behalfe I am commanded with