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| Character | Messenger | |
|---|---|---|
| Gender | Male | |
| Age Range(s) | Teenager (13-19), Young Adult (20-35), Adult (36-50), Senior (>50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | Descriptive, Reminiscing life story/Telling a story | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Period | Renaissance | |
| Genre | Historical, Drama | |
| Description | A messenger describes how York died | |
| Location | ACT II, Scene 2 | |
Summary
In the first scene of the play the Duke of York organizes a revolt against King Henry VI and wins. However, he promises King Henry VI that he will let him rule England until his death. The Duke of York will be his successor. York's sons, Edward and Richard, persuade their father to break his promise and seize the crown before Henry's death. York is persuaded to fight against Henry's army.
York loses the battle and is killed. In this scene his sons are waiting to hear news about their father. A messenger arrives and tells Edward and Richard how their father died.
After being subdued by many soldiers, he was mocked by Margaret who gave him a paper crown, showed him a napkin with his son's blood and then had him beheaded.
York loses the battle and is killed. In this scene his sons are waiting to hear news about their father. A messenger arrives and tells Edward and Richard how their father died.
After being subdued by many soldiers, he was mocked by Margaret who gave him a paper crown, showed him a napkin with his son's blood and then had him beheaded.
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| Messenger Environed he was with many foes, And stood against them, as the hope of Troy Against the Greeks that would have enter'd Troy. But Hercules himself must yield to odds; And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. By many hands your father was subdued; But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen, Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite, Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept, The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheeks A napkin steeped in the harmless blood Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain: And after many scorns, many foul taunts, They took his head, and on the gates of York They set the same; and there it doth remain, The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd. |
