Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Well fought my hearts: though we have lost one man Whose head they basely perch upon the Walls. Base minded Doysels cowardly Mortigue Though all advantages in war are lawful theyare not commendable? you came like yourselves Frenchified trulls, to scold us from our Trenches But not to beat us? come either of you single, And fight with Clifton, if not one, come both, And by my country's honour; no man here Shall dare to touch you but this arm of mine. Vex not thyself old man, 'tis but one head We came for more, but rest sufficed with this. And for that one a thousand dastard French Shall dearly pay, Count I shall meet thee? Clifton thou mayst! By my halidom; our meeting will seem rough our parting fair? make this thy quarrel, I pronounce thy Queen defective in beauty, virtues, honours, unto my mistress, England's royal Bess? Traitor thou liest? Have I stirred thy blood? With such an overture, but thy barbarous head nothing can calm it? When next we meet we'll try it? Each man unto his charge, for one man's head A thousand Frenchmen shall be slaughtered. Good Wives, Widows, and young wenches, pardon me, for I am touched in conscience to rail on my own sex, I blame not those misogynists that say women are froward inconstant, and what not; I protest I begin to mistrust mine own thoughts, I'm quite out of love with all women's goodness? fie upon us weathercocks, of all things sublunary the worst of creatures, we painted sepulchers, rotten braveries, silly Ciphers until men's figures supply us, and yet we cannot render 'em a constant minute; all this is manifest in my new Bride, she that yesterday gave faith to one, the next day married another; and now married she's sick of the sullens, she wants youth to inflame, and give satiety a fresh appetite; fie upon us Moon Calves, and created Fools be those men that credits us I see i'm cut off. I wear that visage formerly I did, Six Moons has not so metamorphosed me, But that I may be known? all my friends; My familiar sociates, and acquaintance Carelessly pass me with a heavy glance As if I were some rioter, or prodigal Who having ship wracked reputation After an act of bankrupt, compounds With debtor, and creditor; others Shake me byth' hand, but with such lenity As if I burned them? or that I from the wars Had brought home some diseases, as Killing As the Plague, or more infectious. My father whether for joy or sorrow, As tears be answerable to both passions, But he wept, cried welcome home, and sight, As if some drops of blood fell from his heart Heaven has a hand in all things; if that My Nan be well, we will dispense with griefs, Of lower kinds Kind, cozen Ursula. Y'are welcome home sir. How fares my sweetest Nan?
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VVell fought my harts: though we have lost one man VVhose head they basely pearch upon the VValls. Base minded Doysels cowardly Mortigue Though all advantages in warr are lawfull Th'are not commendable? you came like your selves Frenchifi'd truls, to scould us from our Trenches But not to beate us? come either of you single, And fight with Clifton, if not one, come both, And by my Countries honour; no man heere Shall dare to touch you but this arme of mine. Vex not thy selfe old man, tis but one head VVe came for more, but rest suffiz'd with this. And for that one a thousand dastard French Shall deerely pay, Count I shall meete thee? Clifton thou maist! By my Hollidam; our meeting will seeme rough our parting faire? make this thy quarrell, I pronounce thy Queene defective in beauty, vertues, honours, unto my mistris, Englands royall BESSE? Traitor thou lyest? Have I sturd thy bloud? VVith such an overture, but thy barbarous head nothing can calme it? VVhen next we meete we'le try it? Each man unto his charge, for one mans head A thousand Frenchmen shall be slaughtered. Good VVives, VVidowes, and young wenches, pardon me, for I am touched in conscience to raile on my owne sexe, I blame not those mysogynifts that say women are froward inconstant, and what not; I protest I begin to mistrust mine owne thoughts, I'am quite out of love with all womens goodnes? fie upon us weather-cocks, of all things sublunary the worst of creatures, we painted sepulchers, rotten braveries, silly Ciphers untill mens figures supply us, and yet we cannot render 'em a constant minute; all this is manifest in my new Bride, she that yesterday gave faith to one, the next day married another; and now married shees sicke of the sullens, shee wants youth to enflame, and give satietie a fresh appetite; fie upon us Moone Calves, and created Fooles be those men that credits us I see i'me cut off. I weare that visage formerly I did, Six Moones has not so metamorphos'd me, But that I may be knowne? all my friends; My familiar sociates, and acquaintance Carelessely passe me with a heavy glance As if I were some rioter, or prodigall VVho having ship wrackt reputation After an act of banquerout, compounds VVith debitor, and creditour; others Shake me by'th hand, but with such lenity As if I burnt them? or that I from the warrs Had brought home some diseases, as Killing As the Plague, or more infectious. My father whether for joy or sorrow, As teares be answerable to both passions, But he wep'd, cride welcome home, and sight, As if some drops of bloud fell from his hart Heaven has a hand in all things; if that My Nan be well, we will dispense with greifes, Of lower kindes Kind, cozen Vrsula. Y'are welcome home sir. How fares my sweetest Nan?