Marlowe, Christopher · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1593] (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.81 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
News of dishonour lord, and discontent, Our friend Lewne, faithful and full of trust, Informeth us, by letters and by words, That lord Valois our brother, king of France, Because your highness hath been slack in homage, Hath seized Normandie into his hands, These be the letters, this the messenger. Welcome Lewne, tush Sib, if this be all, Valois and I will soon be friends again, But to my Gaveston: shall I never see, Never behold thee now? Madam in this matter We will employ you and your little son, You shall go parley with the king of France, Boy, see you bear you bravely to the king, And do your message with a majesty. Commit not to my youth things of more weigh Then fits a prince so young as I to bear, And fear not lord and father, heavens great beams On Atlas' shoulder, shall not lie more safe, Then shall your charge committed to my trust. A boy, this towardness makes thy mother fear Thou art not marked to many days on earth. Madam, we will that you with speed be shipped, And this our son, Lewne shall follow you, With all the haste we can dispatch him hence, Choose of our lords to bear you company, And go in peace, leave us in wars at home. Unnatural wars, where subjects brave their king, God end them once, my lord I take my leave, To make my preparation for France. What lord Matre. dost thou come alone? Yea my good lord, for Gaveston is dead. Ah traitors, have they put my friend to death, Tell me Matre. died he ere thou camest, Or didst thou see my friend to take his death? Neither my lord, for as he was surprised, Begirt with weapons, and with enemies round, I did your highness message to them all, Demanding him of them, entreating rather, And said, upon the honour of my name, That I would undertake to carry him Unto your highness, and to bring him back. And tell me, would the rebels deny me that? Proud recreants. Yea Spencer, traitors all. I found them at the first inexorable, The earl of Warwick would not bide the hearing, Mortimer hardly, Pembroke and Lancaster Spoke least: and when they flatly had denied, Refusing to receive me pledge for him, The earl of Pembroke mildly thus bespoke. My lords, because our sovereign sends for him, And promiseth he shall be safe returned, I will this undertake, to have him hence, And see him redelivered to your hands. Well, and how fortunes that he came not? Some treason, or some villainy was cause. The earl of Warwick seized him on his way, For being delivered unto Pembroke's men, Their lord rode home, thinking his prisoner safe, But ere he came, Warwick in ambush lay, And bore him to his death, and in a trench Strake off his head, and marched unto the camp. A bloody part, flatly against law of arms.
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Newes of dishonor lord, and discontent, Our friend Lewne, faithfull and full of trust, Informeth vs, by letters and by words, That lord Valoyes our brother, king of Fraunce, Because your highnesse hath beene slack in homage, Hath seazed Normandie into his hands, These be the letters, this the messenger. Welcome Lewne, tush Sib, if this be all, Valoys and I will soone be friends againe, But to my Gaueston: shall I neuer see, Neuer behold thee now? Madam in this matter We will employ you and your little sonne, You shall go parley with the king of Fraunce, Boye, see you beare you brauelie to the king, And do your message with a maiestie. Commit not to my youth things of more waigh Then fits a prince so yong as I to beare, And feare not lord and father, heauens great beames On Atlas shoulder, shall not lie more safe, Then shall your charge committed to my trust. A boye, this towardnes makes thy mother feare Thou art not markt to many daies on earth. Madam, we will that you with speed be shipt, And this our sonne, Lewne shall follow you, With all the hast we can dispatch him hence, Choose of our lords to beare you companie, And go in peace, leaue vs in warres at home. Vnnatural wars, where subiects braue their king, God end them once, my lord I take my leaue, To make my preparation for Fraunce. What lord Matre. dost thou come alone? Yea my good lord, for Gaueston is dead. Ah traitors, haue they put my friend to death, Tell me Matre. died he ere thou camst, Or didst thou see my friend to take his death? Neither my lord, for as he was surprizd, Begirt with weapons, and with enemies round, I did your highnes message to them all, Demanding him of them, entreating rather, And said, vpon the honour of my name, That I would vndertake to carrie him Vnto your highnes, and to bring him back. And tell me, would the rebels denie me that? Proud recreants. Yea Spencer, traitors all. I found them at the first inexorable, The earle of Warwick would not bide the hearing, Mortimer hardly, Penbrooke and Lancaster Spake least: and when they flatly had denyed, Refusing to receiue me pledge for him, The earle of Penbrooke mildlie thus bespake. My lords, because our soueraigne sends for him, And promiseth he shall be safe returnd, I will this vndertake, to haue him hence, And see him redeliuered to your hands. Well, and how fortunes that he came not? Some treason, or some villanie was cause. The earle of Warwick seazde him on his way, For being deliuered vnto Penbrookes men, Their lord rode home, thinking his prisoner safe, But ere he came, Warwick in ambush laie, And bare him to his death, and in a trenche Strake off his head, and marcht vnto the campe. A bloudie part, flatly against law of armes.