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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

The true Tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke 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 Printed at London by P. S. for Thomas Millington and are to be sold at his shoppe vnder Saint Peters Church in Cornival 1595. The true Tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke and the good King Henry the Sixt. Enter Richard Duke of Yorke The Earle of Warwicke The Duke of Norffolke Marquis Montague Edward Earle of March Crookeback Richard and the yong Earle of Rutland with Drumme and Souldiers with white Roses in their hats Warwike I Wonder how the king escapt our hands Yorke Whilst we pursude the horsemen of the North He slilie stole awaie and left his men Whereat the great Lord of Northumland Whose warlike eares could neuer brooke retrait Chargde our maine battels front and therewith him Lord Stafford and Lord Clifford all abr●st 〈…〉 Brake in and were by the hands o● common Souldiers slain Edw. Lord Staffords father Duke of Buckhingham Is either slaine or wounded dangerouslie I cleft his Beuer with a downe right blow Father that this is true behold his bloud Mont And brother heere 's the Earle of Wiltshires Bloud whom I encountred as the battailes io●●d Rich. Speake thou for me and tell them what I did York What is your grace dead my L of Summerset Norf. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Ga●●● Rich. Thus doe I hope to shape king Henries head War And so do I victori●us prince of Yorke Before I see thee seated in that throne Which now the house of Lancaster vsurpes I vow by heauens these eies shal neuer close This is the pallace of that fearefull king And that the regall chaire Possesse it Yorke For this is thine and not king Henries heires York Assist me then sweet Warwike and I wil For hither are we broken in by force Norf. Wee le all assist thee and he that flies shall die York Thanks gentle Norffolke Staie by me my Lords and souldiers staie you heere and lodge this night War And when the king comes offer him no Violence vnlesse he seek to put vs out by force Rich Armde as we be le ts staie within this house War The bloudie parlement shall this be calde Vnl●●●e Plantagenet Duke of Yorke be king And bashfull Henrie be deposde whose cowardise Hath made vs by words to our enemies York Then leaue me not my Lords for now I meane To take possession of my right War Neither the king nor him that loues him best The proudest burd that holds vp Lancaster Dares stirre a wing if Warwike shake his bels I le plant Plantagenet and root him out who dares Resolue thee Richard Claime the English crowne Enter king Henrie the sixt with the Duke of Excester The Earle of Northumberland the Earle of Westmerland and Clifford the Earle of Cumberland withred Roses in their hats King Looke Lordings where the sturdy rebel sits Euen in the chaire of state belike he meanes Backt by the power of Warwike that false peere To aspire vnto the crowne and raigne as king Earle of Northumberland he slew thy father And thine Clifford and you both haue vow'd reuenge On him his sonnes his fauorites and his friends Northu And if I be not heauens be reuengd on me Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel West What shall we suffer this le ts pull him downe My hart for anger breakes I cannot speake King Be patient gentle Earle of Westmerland Clif. Patience is for pultrouns such as he He durst not sit there had your father liu'd My gratious Lord here in the Parlement Let vs assaile the familie of Yorke North. Well hast thou spoken cosen be it so King O know you not the Cittie fauours them And they haue troopes of soldiers at their becke Exet. But when the D. is slaine thei le quicklie slie King Far be it from the thoughtes of Henries hart To make a shambles of the parlement house Cos●● of Exeter words frownes and threats Shall be the warres that Henrie meanes to vse Thou fac●tious duke of Yorke descend my throne I am thy soueraigne York Thou art deceiu'd I am thine Exet. For shame come downe he made thee D. of York York T was mine inheritance as the kingdome is Exet. Thy father was a traytor to the crowne War Exeter thou art a traitor to the crowne In following this vsurping Henry Clif. Whom should he follow but his naturall king War T●ue Clif and that is Richard Duke of Yorke King And shall I stande while thou sittest in my throne York Content thy selfe it must and shall be so War Be Duke of Lancaster let him be king West Why he is both king Duke of Lancaster And that the Earle of Westmerland shall mainetaine War And Warwike shall disproue it You forget That we are those that chaste you from the field And slew your father and with colours spred Marcht through the Cittie to the pallas gates Nor. No Warwike I remember it to my griefe And by his soule thou and thy house shall rew it West Plantagenet of thee and of thy sonnes Thy kinsmen and thy friendes I le haue more liues Then drops of bloud were in my fathers vaines Clif. Vrge it no more least in reuenge thereof I send thee Warwike such a messenger As shall reueng his death before I stirre War Poore Clifford how I skorn thy worthles threats York Wil ye we shew our title to the crowne Or else our swords shall plead it in the field King What title haste thou traitor to the Crowne Thy father was as thou art Duke of Yorke Thy grandfather Roger Mort●mer earle of March I am the sonne of Henrie the Fift who tamde the French And made the Dolphin stoope and seazd vpon their Townes and prouinces War Talke not of France since thou hast lost it all King ●he Lord protector lost it and not I When I was crownd I was but nine months old Rich. You are olde enough now and yet me thinkes you lose Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers head Edw. Do so sweet father set it on your head Mont. Good brother as thou lou'st honorst armes Le ts fight it out and not stand cauilling thus Rich. Sound drums and trumpets the king will sly York Peace sonnes N●rthum Peace thou and giue king Henry leaue to speake King Ah Plantagenet why seekest thou to depose me Are we not both both Plantagenets by birth And from two brothers line allie discent Suppose by right and equitie thou be king Thinkst thou that I will leaue my kinglie seate Where●n my father and my grandsire sat No first shall warre vnpeople this my realme I and our colours often borne in France And now in England to our harts great sorrow Shall be my winding sheete why saint you Lords My titles better farre than his