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Henry VI, Part 3 (Folio 1, 1623)
168The third Part of Henry the Sixt.
2398And chiefely therefore, I thanke God, and thee,
2399He was the Author, thou the Instrument.
2400Therefore that I may conquer Fortunes spight,
2401By liuing low, where Fortune cannot hurt me,
2402And that the people of this blessed Land
2404Warwicke, although my Head still weare the Crowne,
2405I here resigne my Gouernment to thee,
2406For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
2409By spying and auoiding Fortunes malice,
2410For few men rightly temper with the Starres:
2411Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace,
2412For chusing me, when Clarence is in place.
2414To whom the Heau'ns in thy Natiuitie,
2415Adiudg'd an Oliue Branch, and Lawrell Crowne,
2416As likely to be blest in Peace and Warre:
2417And therefore I yeeld thee my free consent.
2419 King. Warwick and Clarence, giue me both your Hands:
2420Now ioyne your Hands, & with your Hands your Hearts,
2421That no dissention hinder Gouernment:
2422I make you both Protectors of this Land,
2423While I my selfe will lead a priuate Life,
2424And in deuotion spend my latter dayes,
2427will?
2431Wee'le yoake together, like a double shadow
2432To Henries Body, and supply his place;
2433I meane, in bearing weight of Gouernment,
2434While he enioyes the Honor, and his ease.
2435And Clarence, now then it is more then needfull,
2436Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traytor,
2441Let me entreat (for I command no more)
2442That Margaret your Queene, and my Sonne Edward,
2444For till I see them here, by doubtfull feare,
2445My ioy of libertie is halfe eclips'd.
2447speede.
2451mond.
2452King. Come hither, Englands Hope:
2453Layes his Hand on his Head.
2455To my diuining thoughts,
2456This prettie Lad will proue our Countries blisse.
2457His Lookes are full of peacefull Maiestie,
2458His Head by nature fram'd to weare a Crowne,
2459His Hand to wield a Scepter, and himselfe
2460Likely in time to blesse a Regall Throne:
2461Make much of him, my Lords; for this is hee
2462Must helpe you more, then you are hurt by mee.
2463Enter a Poste.
2464Warw. What newes, my friend?
2469And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
2472For Hunting was his dayly Exercise.
2474But let vs hence, my Soueraigne, to prouide
2476Manet Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford.
2478For doubtlesse, Burgundie will yeeld him helpe,
2479And we shall haue more Warres befor't be long.
2480As Henries late presaging Prophecie
2481Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Richmond:
2483What may befall him, to his harme and ours.
2484Therefore, Lord Oxford, to preuent the worst,
2485Forthwith wee'le send him hence to Brittanie,
2491Flourish. Enter Edward, Richard, Hastings,
2492and Souldiers.
2494Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends,
2496My wained state, for Henries Regall Crowne.
2497Well haue we pass'd, and now re-pass'd the Seas,
2498And brought desired helpe from Burgundie.
2499What then remaines, we being thus arriu'd
2500From Rauenspurre Hauen, before the Gates of Yorke,
2501But that we enter, as into our Dukedome?
2503Brother, I like not this.
2505Are well fore-told, that danger lurkes within.
2507By faire or foule meanes we must enter in,
2508For hither will our friends repaire to vs.
2510them.
2511Enter on the Walls, the Maior of Yorke,
2512and his Brethren.
2513Maior. My Lords,
2514We were fore-warned of your comming,
2516For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry.
2518Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of Yorke.
2519 Maior. True, my good Lord, I know you for no
2520lesse.
2521 Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome,
2522As being well content with that alone.
Rich. But