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 0.84 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Sound drums and trumpets, march with me my friends, Edward this day hath crowned him king anew. Lewne, the trust that we repose in thee, Begets the quiet of king Edward's land, Therefore be gone in haste, and with advice, Bestow that treasure on the lords of France, That therewith all enchanted like the guard, That suffered Ioue to pass in showers of gold To Danae, all aid may be denied To Isabell the Queen, that now in France Makes friends, to cross the seas with her young son, And step into his father's regiment. That's it these Barons and the subtle Queen, Long levied at. Yea, but Lewne thou seest, These Barons lay their heads on blocks together, What they intend, the hangman frustrates clean. Have you no doubts my lords, i'll claps close, Among the lords of France with England's gold, That Isabell shall make her plaints in vain, And France shall be obdurate with her tears. Then make for France, amain Lewne away, Proclaim king Edward's wars and victories. Fair blows the wind for France, blow gentle gale, Till Edmund be arrived for England's good, Nature, yield to my country's cause in this, A brother, no, a butcher of thy friends, Proud Edward, dost thou banish me thy presence? But i'll to France, and cheer the wronged Queen, And certify what Edward's looseness is, Unnatural king, to slaughter noble men And cherish flatterers: Mortimer I stay Thy sweet escape, stand gracious gloomy night to his device. Holla, who walketh there, be't you my lord? Mortimer 'tis I, but hath thy potion wrought so happily? It hath my lord, the warders all asleep, I thank them, gave me leave to pass in peace: But hath your grace got shipping unto France? Fear it not. A boy, our friends do fail us all in France, The lords are cruel, and the king unkind, What shall we do? Madam, return to England, And please my father well, and then a Fig For all my uncles friendship here in France, I warrant you, i'll win his highness quickly, A loves me better than a thousand Spencers. A boy, thou art deceived at least in this, To think that we can yet be tuned together, No, no, we war too far, unkind Valois, Unhappy Isabell, when France rejects, Whether, O whether dost thou bend thy steps. Madam, what cheer? A good sir Iohn of Henolt, Never so cheerless, nor so far distressed. I hear sweet lady of the king's unkindness, But droop not madam, noble minds contemn Despair: will your grace with me to Henolt? And there stay times advantage with your son, How say you my Lord, will you go with your friends, And shake off all our fortunes equally. So pleaseth the Queen my mother, me it likes, The king of England, nor the court of France, Shall have me from my gracious mother's side, Till I be strong enough to break a staff, And then have at the proudest Spencer's head. Well said my lord.
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Sound drums and trumpets, marche with me my friends, Edward this day hath crownd him king a new. Lewne, the trust that we repose in thee, Begets the quiet of king Edwards land, Therefore be gon in hast, and with aduice, Bestowe that treasure on the lords of Fraunce, That therewith all enchaunted like the guarde, That suffered Ioue to passe in showers of golde To Danae, all aide may be denied To Isabell the Queene, that now in France Makes friends, to crosse the seas with her yong sonne, And step into his fathers regiment. Thats it these Barons and the subtill Queene, Long leuied at. Yea, but Lewne thou seest, These Barons lay their heads on blocks together, What they intend, the hangman frustrates cleane. Haue you no doubts my lords, ile claps close, Among the lords of France with Englands golde, That Isabell shall make her plaints in vaine, And Fraunce shall be obdurat with her teares. Then make for Fraunce, amaine Lewne away, Proclaime king Edwards warres and victories. Faire blowes the winde for Fraunce, blowe gentle gale, Till Edmund be arriude for Englands good, Nature, yeeld to my countries cause in this, A brother, no, a butcher of thy friends, Proud Edward, doost thou banish me thy presence? But ile to Fraunce, and cheere the wronged Queene, And certifie what Edwards loosenes is, Vnnaturall king, to slaughter noble men And cherish flatterers: Mortimer I stay Thy sweet escape, stand gratious gloomie night to his deuice. Holla, who walketh there, ist you my lord? Mortimer tis I, but hath thy potion wrought so happilie? It hath my lord, the warders all a sleepe, I thanke them, gaue me leaue to passe in peace: But hath your grace got shipping vnto Fraunce? Feare it not. A boye, our friends do faile vs all in Fraunce, The lords are cruell, and the king vnkinde, What shall we doe? Madam, returne to England, And please my father well, and then a Fig For all my vnckles frienship here in Fraunce, I warrant you, ile winne his highnes quicklie, A loues me better than a thousand Spencers. A boye, thou art deceiude at least in this, To thinke that we can yet be tun'd together, No, no, we warre too farre, vnkinde Valoys, Vnhappie Isabell, when Fraunce reiects, Whether, O whether doost thou bend thy steps. Madam, what cheere? A good sir Iohn of Henolt, Neuer so cheereles, nor so farre distrest. I heare sweete lady of the kings vnkindenes, But droope not madam, noble mindes contemne Despaire: will your grace with me to Henolt? And there stay times aduantage with your sonne, How say you my Lord, will you go with your friends, And shake off all our fortunes equallie. So pleaseth the Queene my mother, me it likes, The king of England, nor the court of Fraunce, Shall haue me from my gratious mothers side, Till I be strong enough to breake a staffe, And then haue at the proudest Spencers head. Well said my lord.