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 abrâ—st 〈…〉 Brake in and were by the hands oâ— 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 ioâ—â—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 Gaâ—â—â— Rich. Thus doe I hope to shape king Henries head War And so do I victoriâ—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 Vnlâ—â—â—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 Cosâ—â— of Exeter words frownes and threats Shall be the warres that Henrie meanes to vse Thou facâ—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 Tâ—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 Mortâ—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 â—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 Nâ—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 Whereâ—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
Cla. My Lord we thinke as Warvvike and Levves That are so slacke in iudgement that thei le take No offence at this suddaine marriage Edw. Suppose they doe they are but Levves and Warvvike and I am your king and Warvvikes And will be obaied Glo. And shall because our king but yet such Sudden marriages seldome proueth well Edw. Yea brother Richard are you against vs too Glo. Not I my Lord no God foreâ—end that I should Once gaine sâ—â—e your highnesse pleasure â— t were a pittie to sunder them that yoake so wel togither Edw. 〈◊〉 your skornes and your dislikes aside Shew me some reasons why the Ladie Gray Mare not be my loue and Englands Queene Speake freelie Clarence Gloster Montague and Hastings Cla. My Lord then this is my opinion That Warwike beeing dishonored in his embassage Doth seeke reuenge to quite his iniuries Glo. And Levves in regard of his sisters wrongs Doth â—oine with Warwike to supplant your state Edw. Suppose that Lewiâ— and Warwike be appeasâ— By such meanes as I can best deuise Mont. But yet to haue ioind with France in this Alliance would more haue strengthened this out Common wealth gainst â—orâ—aâ—â—e stormes Then anie hâ—me bred marriage Hast Let England be true within it selfe We need not France not any alliance with them Clâ— For this 〈◊〉 speech the Lord Hastings wel deserues To haue the daughter and heire of the Lord Hungerford Edw. And what then It was our will it should be so Cla. I and for such a thing too the Lord Scales Did well deserue at your hands to haue the Daughter of the Lord Bonsield and left your Brothers to go seeke elsewhere but in Your madnes you butie brotherhood Edw Alasse poore Clarence is it for a wife That thou art mal-content Why man be of good cheere I will prouide thee one Cla. Naie you plaide the broker soâ—ll for your selfe That you shall giue me leaue to make my Choise as I thinke good â—nd to that intent I shortlie meane to leaue you Edw. Leaue me or tarrie I am full resolu'd Edward will not be tied to his brothers wils Queen My Lords doe 〈◊〉 but right and you must Confesse before it pleasd his highnesse to aduance My state to title of a Queene That I was not ignoble in my birth Edw. Forthcare my loue to â—iwne vpon their frownes For thee they must obay 〈◊〉 shall obâ—â—â— And if they looke for fauour at my hands Mont. My Lord heere is the messenger returnâ— from France Enter a Messenger Edw. Now sâ—â—a What letters or what newâ—â—â— Mes No letters my Lord and such 〈…〉 without your highnesse speciall pardon I dare not â—â—late Edw. We pardon thee and as neere as thou canst Tell me What said Lewis to our letters Mes At my depaâ—tute these were his vetie words Go tell false Edward thy supposed king That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuill it with him and his new bride Edw. Is Lewis so braue belike he thinkes me Henry But what said Lady Bona to these wrongs Mes Tel him quâ—th she in hope hee le proue a widdower shortly I le weare the willow garland for his sake Edw. She had the wrong indeed she could saie Little lesse But what saide Henries Queene for as I heare she was then in place Mes Tell him quoth shee my mourning weeds be Doone and I am readie to put armour on Edw. Then be like she meanes to plaâ—e the Amazon But what said Warwike to these iniuries Mes He more incensed then the rest my Lord Tell him quoth he that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vncrowne him erâ—â— be long Ed Ha Durst the traytor breath out such proude words But I will arme me to preuent the worst But what is Warwike friendes with Margaret Mes I my good Lord theare so 〈◊〉 in friendship That young Prince Edward marries Warwikes daughter Cla. The elder belike Clarence shall haue the Yonger All you that loue me and Warwike Follo v me Exit Clarence and Summerset Edw. Clarence and Summerset fled to Warwike What saie you brother Richard will you stand to vs Glo. I my Lord in despight of all that shall Withstand you For why hath Nature Made me halt downe right but that I Should be valiant and stand to it for if I would I cannot runne awaie Edw. ` Penbrooke go raise an armie presentlie Pitch vp my tent for in the field this night I meane to rest and on the morrow morne I le march to meet proud Warwike ere he land Those stragling troopes which he hath got in France But ere I goe Montague and Hastings You of all the rest are neerest allied In bloud to Warwike therefore tell me if You fauour him more then me or not Speake truelie for I had rather haue you open Enemies then hollow friends Monta. So God helpe Montague as he proues true Hast And Hastings as hee fauours Edwards cause Edw. It shall suffice come then le ts march awaie Exeunt Omnes Enter Warwike and Oxford with souldiers War Trust me my Lords all hitherto goes well The common people by numbers swaâ—me to vs But see where Sommerset and Clarence comes Speake suddenlie my Lords are we all friends Cla. Feare not that my Lord. War Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto Warwike And welcome Summerset I hold it cowardise To rest mistrustfull where a noble hart Hath pawnde an open hand in signe of loue Else might I thinke that Clarence Edwards brother Were but a fained friend to our proceedings But welcome sweet Clarence my daughter shal be thine And now what rests but in nights couerture Thy brother being careleslie encampt His souldiers lurking in the towne about And but attended by a simple guarde We maie surprise and take him at our pleasure Our skouts haue found the aduenture verie easie Then crie king Henry with resolued nundes And breake we presentlie into his tent Cla. Why then le ts on our waie in silent sort For Warwike and his friends God and saint George War This is his tent and see where his guard doth Stand Courage my souldiers now or neuer But follow me now and Edward shall be ours All A Warwike a Warwike Alarmes and Gloster and Hastings shes Oxf Who goes there War Richard and Hastings let them go heere is the Duke Edw. The Duke why Warwike when we parted Last thou caldst me king War I but the case is altred now When you disgraste me in my embassage Then I disgraste you â—rom being king And now am come to create yoâ— Duke of Yorke Alasâ—e how should you gouerne anie kingdome That knowes not how to vse embassadors Nor how to vse your brothers brotherlie Noâ—how to shâ—owd your selfe from enimies Edw. Well Warwike let fortune doe her worst Edward in mind will beare himselfe a king War Then for his minde be Edward Englands king But Henry now shall weare the English crowne Go conuaie him to our brother archbishop of Yorke And when
with a letter to Warwike War What Counsell Lords Edward from Belgia With hastie Germaines and blunt Hollanders Is past in safetie through the narrow seas And with his troopes doe march amaine towardes London And manie giddie people follow him Oxf. T is best to looke to this betimes For if this â—ue doe kindle any further It will be hard for vs to quench it out War In Warwike shire I haue true harted friends Not mutinous in peace yet bold in warre Them will I muster vp and thou sonne Clarence shalt In Essex Suffâ—lke Norfolke and in Kent Stir vp the knights and gentlemen to come with thee And thou brother Montague in Lâ—ister shire Buckingham and Northampton shire shalt finde Men well inclinde to doe what thou commands And thou braue Oxford wondrous well belou'd Shalt in thy countries muster vp thy friends My soueraigne with his louing Citizens Shall rest in London till we come to him Faire Lords take leaue and stand not to replie Farewell my soueraigne King Farewel my Hector my Troyes true hope War Farewell sweet Lords le ts meet at Couentrie All. Agreed Exeunt Omnes Enter Edward and his traine Edw. â—ease on the shamefast Henry And once againe conuaie him to the Tower Awaie with him I will not heare him speake And now towards Couentâ—ie let vs bend our course To meet with Warwike and his confederates Exeunt Omnes Enter Warwike on the walles War Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford How farre hence is thy Lord my honest fellow Oxf post By this at Daâ—â—trie marching hitherward War Where is ouâ— brother Montague Where is the post that came from Montague Post I left him at Donsmore with his troopes War Say Summerfield where is my louing son And by thy gesse how farre is Clarence hence Sommer At Southham my Lord I leâ—t him with His force and doe expect him two houres hence War Then Oxford is at hand I heare his drum Enter Edward and his power Glo. See brother where the surlv Warwike mans the wal War O vnbid spight is spotfull Edward come Where slept our scouts or how are they sedusâ—e That we could haue no newes of their repaire Edw. Now Warwike wilt thou be sorrie for thy faults And call Edward king and he will pardon thee War Naie rather wilt thou draw thy forces backe Confesse who set thee vp and puld thee downe Call Warwike patron and be peâ—â—â—ent And thou shalt still remaine the Duke of Yorke Glo. I had thought at least be would haue said the king Or did he make the best against his will War T was Warwike gaue the kingdome to thy brother Edw. Why then t is mine if but by Warwikes gift War I but thou art no Atlas for so great a waight And weakling Warwike takes his gift againe Henry is my king Warwike his subiect Edw. I prethe gallant Warwike tell me this What is the bodie when the head is off Glo. Alasse that Warwike had no more foresight But whilst he sought to steale the single ten The king was finelie fingerd from the decke You lefâ— poore Henry in the Bishops pallace And ten to one you 'le meet him in the Tower Edw. T is euen so and yet you are olde Warwike still War O cheerefull colours see where Oxford comes Enter Oxford with drum and souldiers al câ—ie Oxf. Oxford Oxford for Lancaster Exit Edw. The Gates are open see they enter in Le ts follow them and bid them battaile in the streetes Glo. No so some other might set vpon our backes Wee le staie till all be entered and then follow them Enter Summerset with drum and souldiers Sum. Summerset Summerset for Lancaster Exit Glo. Two of thy name both Dukes of Summerset Haue solde their liues vnto the house of Yorke And thou shalt be the third and my sword hold Enter Montague with drum and souldiers Mont. Montague Montague for Lancaster Exit Edw. Traitorous Montague thou and thy brother Shall deerelie abie this rebellious act Enter Clarence with drum and souldiers War And loe where George of Clarence sweepes Along of power enough to bid his brother battell Cla. Clarence Clarence for Lancaster Edw. Et tu Brute wilt thou stab Caesar too A parlie sirra to George of Clarence Sound a Parlie and Richard and Clarence whisâ—ers togither and then Clarence takes his red Rose out of his hat and throwes it at Warwike War Câ—m Clarence come thou wilt if Warwike call Cla. Father of Warwike know you what this meanes â— throw mine infamie at thee I will not ruinate my fathers house Who gaue his bloud to lime the stones togither And set vp Lancaster Thinkest thou That Clarence is so harsh vnnaturall To lift his sword against his brothers life And so proud harted Warwike I defie thee And to my brothers turne my blushing cheekes Pardon me Edward for I haâ—e doâ—e amisse And Richard doe not frowne vpon me For hence forth I wiâ—l proue no mâ—re vnconstant Edw. Welcome Clarence and tâ—n times more welcome Then if thou neuer hadst deserud out hate Glo. Welcome good Clarence this is bretherlie War Oh passing traytor peâ—iurd and vniust Edw. Now Warwike wilt thou leaâ—e The towne and fight or shall we beate the Stones about thine eares War Why I am not coopt vppe heere for defence I will awaie to Barâ—et presently And bid thee battaile Edward it thou darest Edw. Yes Warwike he dares and leades the waie Lords to the field saint George and victorie Exeunt Omnes Alarmes and tâ—en enter Warwike wounded War Ah who is â— Come to mâ— friend or foe And tell me who is victor Yâ—rke or Warwike Why aske I that my ma glâ—d bodie shewes That I must yeeld my bodie to the earth And by my fall the conquest to my foes Thus yeelds the Cedar to the axâ—â— edge Whose armes gâ—ue shâ—ltâ—r to the princelie Eaglâ— Vnder whose 〈◊〉 adâ— the rampâ—ng â—ion slept Whose top branch ouerpeerd Ioues sreading tree The wrinkles in my browes now â—ild with bloud Were likened oft to â—inglie sepulchers For who liu'd king but I could â—ig his graue And who durst smile when Warwike bent his brow Lo now my gloâ—â—e smeerd in dust and bloud My parkes my walâ—es my mannors that I had Euen now forsake me and of all my lands Is nothing left me but my bodies length Enter Oxfâ—rd and Summerset Oxf. Ah Warwike Warwike cheere vp thy selfe and liâ—e For yâ—t thear 's hope enough to win the daie Our warlike Queene with troopâ—s is come from Fraâ—ce And at Southâ—hâ—mpton landed all hiâ— traine And mightst thou lâ—ue then would we neuer flie War Which then I would not flie nor haue I now But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to ods For mâ—â—e wounds receiu'd and manie moe repaid Hath robd my strong knit â—â—news of their strength And spite of spâ—tes needes must I yeeld to death Sum. Thy brother Mâ—ntague hâ—th breathd his last And at the pangs of death I heard hâ—m crie And
your loue and fauour Humblie to kisse your hand and with my tongue To tell the passions of my soueraines hart Where same late entring at his heedfull cares Hath plast thy glorious image and thy vertues Queen King Lewes and Lady Bona heare me speake Before you answere Warwike or his words For hee it is hath done vs all these wrongs War Iniurious Margaret Prince Ed. And why not Queene War Because thy father Henry did vsurpe And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene Ox. Then Warwike disanuls great Ioha of Gaunt That did subdue the greatest part of Spaine And after Iohn of Gaunt wise Henry the fourth Whose wisedome was a mirrour to the world And after this wise prince Henry the fift Who with his prowesse conquered all France From these our Henries lincallie discent War Oxford how haps that in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the sixt had lost All that Henry the fift had gotten Me thinkes these peeres of France should smile at that But for the rest you tell a pettigree Of three score and two yeares a sillie time To make prescription for a kingdomes worth Oxf. Why Warwike canst thou denâ—e thy king Whom thou obeyedst thirtie and eight yeeres And bewray thy treasons with a bluâ—h War Can Oxford that did euer fence the right Now buckler falshood with a pettigree For shâ—me leaue Henry and call Edward king Oxf. Call him my king by whom mine elder Brother the Lord Aubray Vere was done to death And more than so my father euen in the Downefall of his mellowed yeares When age did call him to the dore of deatâ— No Warwike no whilst life vpholds this arme This arme vpholds the house of Lancaster War And I the house of Yorke K Lewes Queene Margaret prince Edward and Oxford voâ—chsafe to forbeare a while Till I doe talke a word with Warwike Now Warwike euen vpon thy honor tell me true Is Edward lawfull king or no For I were loath to linke with him that is not lawful heir War Thereon I pawne mine honour and my credit Lew. What is he gratious in the peoples eies War The more that Henry is vnfortunate Lew. What is his loue to our sister Buna War Such it seemes As maie beseeme a monarke like himselfe My selfe haue often heard him sâ—â—e and sweare That this his loue was an eternall plant The roâ—t whereof was fixt in vertues ground The leaues and fruite maintainde with beautiâ—s sun Exempt from enuie but not from disdaine Vnlesse the ladie Bona quite his paine Lew. Then sister let vs heare your firme resolue Bona. Your grant or your denial shall be mine But ere this daie I must confesse when I Haue heard your kings deserts recounted Mine eares haue tempted iudgement to desire Lew. Then draw neere Queene Margaret and be a Witnesse that Bona shall be wife to the English king Prince Edw. To Edward but not the English king War Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease Where hauing nothing nothing can be lose And as for you your seife our quondun Queene You haue a father able to mainetaine your state And better t were to trouble him them France Sound for a post within Lew. Here comes some post Warwike to thee orvs Post My Lord ambassador this letter is for you Sent from your brother Marquis Montague This from our king vnto your Maiestie And these to you Madam from whom I know not Oxf. I like it well that our saire Queene and mistresse Smiles at her newes when Warwike frets as his P. Ed. And marke how Lewes stamps as he were nettled Lew. Now Margaret Warwike what are your news Queen Mine such as fils my hart full of ioie War Mine full of sorrow and harts discontent Lew. What hath your king married the Ladie Gray And now to excuse himselfe sends vs a post of papers How dares he presume to vse vs thus Quee. This proueth Edwards loue Warwiks honesty War King Lewis I here protest in sight of heauen And by the hope I haue of heauenlie blisle That I am cleare from this misdeed of Edwards No more my king for hâ— diâ—â—onours me And most himselfe if he could see his shâ—me Did I forget that by the house of Yorke My father came vntimelie to his death Did I let passe the abuse done to my neece Did I impale him with the regall Crowne And thrust king Henry from his natiue home And most vngratefull doth he vse me thus My gratious Queene pardon what is past And henceforth I am thy true sâ—ruâ—toâ—r I will reuenge the wrongs done to ladie Bona And replant Henry in his former state Queen Yes Warwike I doe quite forget thy former Faults if now thou wilt become king Henries friend War So much his friend I his vnfained friend That if king Lewes vouchsafe to furnish vs With some few bands of chosen souldiers I le vndertake to land them on our coast And force the Tyrant from his seate by warre T is not his new made bride shall succour him Lew. Then at the last I fiâ—mâ—lie am â—esolu'd You shall haue aide and English messenger returne In post and tell false Edward thy supposed kâ—ng That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new bride Bona Tell him in hope hee le be a Widower shortlie I le weare the willow garland for hâ—s sake Queen Tell him my mourning weedes be laidle aside And I am readie to put armour on War Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vncrowne him er'e be long Thear 's thy reward begone Lew. But now tell me Warwike what assurance I shall haue of thy true loyaltie War This shall assure my constant loyaltie If that our Queene and this young prince agree I le ioine mine eldest daughter and my ioie To him forthwith in holie wedlockes bandes Queen Withall my hart that match I like full wel Loue her sonne Edward shee is faite and yong And giue thy hand to Warwike for thy loue Lew. It is enough and now we will prepare To leuie 〈…〉 for to go with you And you Lord Bourbon our high Admirall Shall waft them safelie to the English coast And chase proud Edward from his slumbring trance For mocking marriage with the name of France War I camâ— from Edward as I mbassadour But I returne his sworne and mortall foâ— Matter of marriage was the charge he gaue me But dreadfull warre shall answere his demand Had he none else to make a stale but me Then none but I shall turne his iest to sorrow I was the chiâ—fe that raisde him to the crowne And I le be chiefe to bring him downe againe Not that I pittie Henries miserie But seeke reuenge on Edwards mockerie Exit Enter king Edward the Queene and Clarence and Gloster and Montague and Hastings and Penbrooke with souldiers Edw. Brothers of Clarence and of Glocester What thinke you of our marriage with the ladie Gray
weare a crowne A crowne for Yorke and Lords bow low to him So hold you his hands whilst I doe set it on I now lookes he like a king This is he that tooke king Henries chaire And this is he was his adopted aire But how is it that great Plantagenet Is crownd so soone and broke his holie oath As I bethinke me you should not be king Till our Henry had shooke hands with death And will you impale your head with Henries glorie And rob his temples of the Diadem Now in his life against your holie oath Oh t is a fault too too vnpardonable Off with the crowne and with the crowne his head And whilst we breath taâ—e time to doe him dead Clif. That 's my office for my fathers death Queen Yet stay le ts here the Orisons he makes York She wolfe of France but worse than Wolues of France Whose tongue more poison'd than the Adders tooth How ill beseeming is it in thy sexe To triumph like an Amazonian trull Vpon his woes whom Fortune captiuates But that thy face is visard like vnchanging Made impudent by vse of euill deeds I would assaie proud Queene to make thee blush To tell thee of whence thou art from whom deriâ—de T were shame enough to shame thee wert thou not shamelesse Thy father beares the type of king of Naples Of both the Sissâ—les and Ierusalem Yet not so wealthie as an English yeoman Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to insult It needes not or it bootes thee not proud Queene Vnlesse the Adage must be verâ—â—â—de That beggers mâ—unted run their horse to death T is beautie that oft makes women proud But God he wots thy sâ—are thereof is small T is gouernmâ—nt that makes them most admirde The contrarie doth make thee wondred at T is vertue that makes them seeme deuine The want thereof makes thee abhominable Thou art as opposite to euerie good As the Antipodes are vnto vs Or as the south to the Septentrion Oh Tygers hart wrapt in a womans hide Hovv couldst thou draine the life bloud of the childe To bid the father wiâ—e his eies withall And yet be seene to beare a womans face Women are milde pittifull and flexible Thou indurate sterne rough râ—morcelesse Bids thou me rage why novv thou hast thy vvill Wouldst haue me weepe vvhy so thou hast thy vvish For raging windes blowes vp a storme of teares And when the rage alâ—ieâ— the raine begins These teares are my sweet Rutlands obsequies And euerie drop bâ—gs vengeance as it fals On thee fell Clifford and the false French woman North. Beshrevv me but his passions moue me so As hardlie can I checke mine eies from teares York That facâ— of his the hungrie Cannibals Could not haue tucht would not haue staind with bloud But you are more inhumaine more inexorable O ten times more then Tvgers of Arcadia See ruthlesse Queene a haplesse fathers teares This cloth thou dipts in bloud of my sweet boy And loe with teares I wash the bloud awaie Keepe thou the napkin and go boast of that And if thou tell the heauie storie well Vpon my soule the hearers will shee l teares I euen my soes will shee l fast falling teares And saie alas it was a pitteous deed Here take the crowne and with the crowne my curse And in thy need such comfort come to thee As now I reape at thy tvvo cruell hands Hard-harted Clifford take me from the world My soule to heauen my bloud vpon your heads North. Had he bin slaughterman of all my kin I could not chuse but weepe with him to see How inlie anger gripes his hart Quee. What weeping ripe my Lorde Northumberland Thinke but vpon the wrong he did vs all And that will quicklie drie your melting tears Clif. Thear 's for my oath thear 's for my fathers death Queene And thear 's to right our gentle harted kind York Open thy gates of mercie gratious God My soule flies foorth to meet with thee Queene Off with his head and set it on Yorke Gates So Yorke maie ouerlooke the towne of Yorke Exeunt omnes Enter Edward and Richard with drum and Souldiers Edw. After this dangerous fight and haplesse warre Hoâ— doth my noble brother Richard fare Rich. I cannot ioy vnâ—il I be resolu'de Where our â—â—ght valiant father is become Hâ—◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I see him beare himselfe As 〈…〉 â—idst a heard of neat So 〈…〉 our valiant father Me thinkes t is 〈◊〉 enough to be his sonne Three 〈…〉 in the aire Edw. 〈…〉 the 〈◊〉 opes her golden gates And takes her farewell of the glorious sun Daâ—â—◠〈…〉 doe I see three suns Rich Three glorious suns 〈◊〉 seperated by a racking Cloud but 〈◊〉 in a pale cleere shining skie 〈…〉 they ioine embrace and seeme to kisâ—e 〈…〉 vowde some league inuiolate 〈…〉 are they but one lampe one light one sun In this the heauens doth figure some euent Edw. I thinke it cites vs brother to the field That we the sonnes of braue Plantagenet Alreadie each one shining by his meed May ioine in one and ouerpeere the world As this the earth and therefore hence forward I le beare vpon my Target three faire shining suns But what art thou that lookest so heauilie Mes Oh one that was a wofull looker on When as the noble Duke of Yorke was slaine Edw. O speake no more for I can heare no more Rich. Tell on thy tale for I will heare it all Mes When as the noble Duke was put to slight And then pursu'de by Clifford and the Queene And manie souldiers mâ—â— who all at once Let driue at him and forst the Duke to yeeld And then they set him on a molehill there And crownd the gratious Duke in high despite Who then with â—â—ares began to waile his fall The 〈◊〉 Queene â—â—â—â—euing he did weepe Gaue hâ—m a handkercher to wipe his eies Dâ—pt in the bloud of sweet young Rutland By rough Clifford slâ—ine who weeping tooke it vp Then through hâ—s brest they thrust their bloudy swordes Who like a lâ—mbe fell at the butchers feete Then on the gates of Yorke they set his head And there it doth remaine the piteous spectacle That ere mine eies beheld Edw. Sweet Duke of Yorke our prop to leane vpon Now thou art gone there is no hope for vs Now my soules pallace is become a prison Oh would she breake from compasâ—e of my breast For neuer shall I haue more ioie Rich. I cannot weepe for all my breasts moisture Scarse serues to quench my furnacâ— burning hart I cannot ioie till this white rose be dide Euen in the hart bloud of the house of Lancaster Richard I bare thy name and I le reuenge thy death Or die my selfe in seeking of reuenge Edw. His name that valiant Duke hath lâ—ft with thee His chaire and Dukedome that remaines for me Rich. Nay if thou be that princely Eagles bird Shew thy descent by gazing gainst the sunne For chaire and dukedome Throne and
kingdome saie For eâ—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 Nâ—â—â—◠〈◊〉 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 â—â—â—â—ne L. Clifford done to death War Ten daiâ—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 souldâ—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 â—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 thâ—s right hand of mine Can plucke the Diadem from â—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 â— 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 thâ— 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 Thâ—iâ— 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 beâ—â—â—ide our foming steedes And once againe crie charge vpon the foe But neuer once againe turne backe and flâ—e Rich. I now me thinkes I heare great Warwike speake Nere maie he liue to see a sunshine daie That cries râ—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 Enâ—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 â—â—apâ—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