The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 14 of 39
Anonymous / Shakespeare, William · published 1596 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1590-1595] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
I mean the Emperor, leave me alone, What is his mind? Let's leave him to his humour. Thus from the heart's abundant speaks the tongue, Countess for Emperor, and indeed why not? She is as imperator over me, and I to her Am as a kneeling vassal that observes, The pleasure, or displeasure of her eye What says the more than Cleopatra's match, To Caesar now? That yet my liege ere night, She will resolve your majesty. What drum is this that thunders forth this march, To start the tender Cupid in my bosom, Poor sheepskin how it brawls with him that beateth it: Go break the thundering parchment bottom out, And I will teach it to conduct sweet lines, Unto the bosom of a heavenly Nymph, For I will use it as my writing paper, And so reduce him from a scolding drum, To be the herald and dear counsel bearer, Betwixt a goddess, and a mighty king: Go bid the drummer learn to touch the Lute, Or hang him in the braces of his drum, For now we think it an uncivil thing, To trouble heaven with such harsh resounds, Away. The quarrel that I have requires no arms, But these of mine, and these shall meet my foe, In a deep march of penetrable groans, My eyes shall be my arrows, and my sighs Shall serve me as the vantage of the wind, To whirl away my sweetest artillery: Ah but alas she wins the sun of me, For that is she herself, and thence it comes, That poet's term, the wanton warrior blind: But love hath eyes as judgement to his steps, Till two much loved glory daisies them? How now. My liege the drum that stroke the lusty march, Stands with Prince Edward your thrice valiant son. I see the boy, oh how his mother's face, Modelled in his, corrects my strayed desire, And rates my heart, and chides my thievish eye, Who being rich enough in seeing her, Yet seek, elsewhere and basest theft is that, Which cannot cloak itself on poverty. Now boy, what news? I have assembled my dear Lord and father, The choicest buds of all our English blood, For our affairs to France, and here we come, To take direction from your majesty. Still do I see in him delineate, His mother's visage, those his eyes are hers, Who looking wistly on me, make me blush: For faults against themselves, give evidence, Lust as a fire, and me like lantern show, Light lust within themselves; even through themselves: Away loose silks or wavering vanity, Shall the large limmit of fair Britain. By me be overthrown, and shall I not, Master this little mansion of myself; Give me an Armour of eternal steel, I go to conquer kings, and shall I not then Subdue myself, and be my enemies friend, It must not be, come boy forward, advance, Let's with our colours sweet the Air of France. My liege, the Countess with a smiling cheer. desire's access unto your Majesty.
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I meane the Emperour, leaue me alone, What is his mind? Lets leaue him to his humor. Thus from the harts aboundant ſpeakes the tongue, Counteſſe for Emperour, and indeed why not? She is as imperator ouer me, and I to her Am as a kneeling vaſſaile that obſerues, The pleaſure, or diſpleaſure of her eye What ſaies the more then Cleopatras match, To Caeſar now? That yet my liege ere night, She will reſolue your maieſtie. What drum is this that thunders forth this march, To ſtart the tender Cupid in my boſome, Poore ſhipskin how it braules with him that beateth it: Go breake the thundring parchment bottome out, And I will teach it to conduct ſweete lynes, Vnto the boſome of a heauenly Nymph, For I will vſe it as my writing paper, And ſo reduce him from a ſcoulding drum, To be the herald and deare counſaie bearer, Betwixt a goddeſſe, and a mighty king: Go bid the diummer learne to touch the Lute, Or hang him in the braces of his drum, For now we thinke it an vnciuill thing, To trouble heauen wrth ſuch harſh reſounds, Away. The quarrell that I haue requires no armes, But theſe of myne, and theſe ſhall meete my foe, In a deepe march of penytrable grones, My eyes ſhall be my arrowes, and my ſighes Shall ſerue me as the vantage of the winde, To wherle away my ſweeteſt artyilerie: Ah but alas ſhe winnes the ſunne of me, For that is ſhe her ſelfe, and thence it comes, That Poets tearme, the wanton warriour blinde: But loue hath eyes as iudgement to his ſteps, Till two much loued glory dazies them? How now. My liege the drum that ſtroke the luſty march, Stands with Prince Edward your thrice valiant ſonne. I ſee the boy, oh how his mothers face, Modeld in his, corrects my ſtraid deſire, And rates my heart, and chides my theeuiſh eie, Who being rich ennough in ſeeing her, Yet ſeeke, elſewhere and baſeſt theft is that, Which cannot cloke it ſelfe on pouertie. Now boy, what newes? I haue aſſembled my deare Lord and father, The choyſeſt buds of all our Engliſh blood, For our affaires to Fraunce, and heere we come, To take direction from your maieſtie. Still do I ſee in him deliniate, His mothers viſage, thoſe his eies are hers, Who looking wiſtely on me, make me bluſh: For faults againſt themſelues, giue euidence, Luſt as a fire, and me like lanthorne ſhow, Light luſt within themſelues; euen through them ſelues: Away looſe lkes or wauering vanitie, Shall the large limmit of faire Brittayne. By me be ouerthrowne, and ſhall I not, Maſter this little manſion of my ſelfe; Giue me an Armor of eternall ſteele, I go to conquer kings, and ſhall I not then Subdue my ſelfe, and be my enimies friend, It muſt not be, come boy forward, aduaunce, Lets with our coullours ſweete the Aire of Fraunce. My liege, the Counteſſe with a ſmiling cheere. Deſires acceſſe vnto your Maieſtie.