Richard Duke Of Yorke Monologue
|Richard Duke Of Yorke Monologue by Christopher Marlowe|
- QUEEN: Braue warriors, Clifford & Northumberland
- Come make him stand vpon this molehill here,
- That aimde at mountaines with outstretched arme,
- And parted but the shaddow with his hand.
- Was it you that reuelde in our Parlement,
- And made a prechment of your high descent?
- Where are your messe of sonnes to backe you now?
- The wanton Edward, and the lustie George?
- Or where is that valiant Crookbacke prodegie?
- Dickey your boy, that with his grumbling voice,
- Was wont to cheate his Dad in mutinies?
- Or amongs the rest, where is your darling Rutland?
- Looke Yorke? I dipt this napkin in the bloud,
- That valiant Clifford with his rapiers point,
- Made issue from the bosome of thy boy.
- And if thine eies can water for his death,
- I giue thee this to drie thy cheeks withall.
- Alas poore Yorke. But that I hate thee much,
- I should lament thy miserable state.
- I prethee greeue to make me merrie Yorke.
- Stampe, raue and fret, that I maie sing and dance.
- What? hath thy fierie hart so parcht thine entrailes,
- That not a teare can fall for Rutlands death?
- Thou wouuldst be feede I see to make me sport.
- Yorke cannot speake, vnlesse he weare a crowne.
- A crown for Yorke? and Lords bow low to him.
- So: hold you his hands, while 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, tis a fault too too vnpardonable.
- Off with the crowne, and with the crowne his head.
Credits: Reprinted from The Works. Christopher Marlowe. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1910.