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The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 17 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 · 498 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.

All but the Scot, who solemnly protests, As heere to fore I have informed his grace, Never to sheathe his Sword, or take a truce. Ah, that's the anchorage of some better hope, But on the other side, to think what friends, King Edward hath retained in Netherland, Among those ever-bibbing Epicures: Those frothy Dutch men, puffed with double beer, That drink and swill in every place they come, Doth not a little aggravate mine ire, Besides we hear the Emperor conjoins, And stalls him in his own authority: But all the mightier that their number is, The greater glory reaps the victory, Some friends have we beside drum strike power, The stern Polonian and the warlike Dane: The king of Bohemia, and of Sicily. Are all become confederates with us, And as I think are marching hither apace, But soft I hear the music of their drums. By which I guess that their approach is near. King Iohn of France, as league and neighbourhood, Requires when friends are any way distressed, I come to aid thee with my country's force, And from great Musco fearful to the Turk, And lofty Poland, nurse of hardy men, I bring these servitors to fight for thee, Who willingly will venture in thy cause. Welcome Bohemian king, and welcome all, This your great kindness I will not forget. Besides your plentiful rewards in Crowns, That from our Treasury ye shall receive, There comes a hare brained Nation decked in pride, The spoil of whom will be a treble game, And now my hope is full, my joy complete, At Sea we are as puissant as the force; Of Agamemnon in the Haven of Troy: By land with Zerxes we compare of strength, Whose soldiers drank up rivers in their thirst: Then Bayard like, blind overweening Ned, To reach at our imperial diadem, Is either to be swallowed of the waves, Or hacked a pieces when thou comest ashore. near to the cost I have described my Lord, As I was busy in my watchful charge. The proud Armado of king Edward's ships, Which at the first far off when I did ken, Seemed as it were a grove of withered pines, But drawing near, their glorious bright aspect, Their streaming Ensigns wrought of coloured silk, Like to a meadow full of sundry flowers, Adorns the naked bosom of the earth. majestical the order of their course, Figuring the horned Circle of the Moon, And on the top gallant of the Admiral, And likewise all the handmaids of his train: The Arms of England and of France unite, Are quartered equally by Herald's art; Thus tightly carried with a merry gale, They plough the Ocean hitherward amain: Dare he already crop the Flewer de Luce: I hope the honey being gathered thence, He with the spider afterward approached Shall suck forth deadly venom from the leaves, But where's our Navy, how are they prepared, To wing themselves against this flight of Ravens.
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PlayThe Reign of King Edward the Third
AuthorAnonymous / Shakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1596
First performance / composition (Annals)1590 [c.1590-1595]
First performance (BritDrama)1593 [1590-1594]
Company (BritDrama)Derby's (Strange's) Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 271 · TCP A21144 · DEEP 215
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1027–1092 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 39 in this edition
Length498 words · 660 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T10 — England and France: war, embassy and peace at 0.782
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
All but the Scot, who ſollemnly proteſts, As heere to fore I haue enformd his grace, Neuer to ſheath his Sword, or take a truce. Ah, thats the anchredge of ſome better hope, But on the other ſide, to thinke what friends, King Edward hath retaynd in Netherland, Among thoſe euer-bibbing Epicures: Thoſe frothy Dutch men, puft with double beere, That drinke and ſwill in euery place they come, Doth not a little aggrauate mine ire, Beſides we heare the Emperor conioynes, And ſtalls him in his owne authoritie: But all the mightier that their number is, The greater glory reapes the victory, Some friends haue we beſide drum ſtricke power, The ſterne Polonian and the warlike Dane: The king of Bohemia, and of Cycelie. Are all become confederates with vs, And as I thinke are marching hither apace, But ſoft I heare the muſicke of their drums. By which I geſſe that their approch is neare. King Iohn of Fraunce, as league and neighborhood, Requires when friends are any way diſtreſt, I come to aide thee with my countries force, And from great Muſco fearefull to the Turke, And lofty Poland, nurſe of hardie men, I bring theſe ſeruitors to fight for thee, Who willingly will venture in thy cauſe. Welcome Bohemian king, and welcome all, This your great kindneſſe I will not forget. Beſides your plentiful rewards in Crownes, That from our Treaſory ye ſhall receiue, There comes a hare braind Nation deckt in pride, The ſpoyle of whome will be a trebble game, And now my hope is full, my ioy complete, At Sea we are as puiſſant as the force; Of Agamemnon in the Hauen of Troy: By land with Zerxes we compare of ſtrength, Whoſe ſouldiers drancke vp riuers in their thirſt: Then Bayard like, blinde ouerweaning Ned, To reach at our imperiall dyadem, Is either to be ſwallowed of the waues, Or hackt a peeces when thou comeſt a ſhore. Neere to the coſt I haue diſcribde my Lord, As I was buſie in my watchfull charge. The proud Armado of king Edwards ſhips, Which at the firſt far off when I did ken, Seemd as it were a groue of withered pines, But drawing neere, their glorious bright aſpect, Their ſtreaming Enſignes wrought of coulloured ſilke, Like to a meddow full of ſundry flowers, Adornes the naked boſome of the earth. Maieſticall the order of their courſe, Figuring the horned Circle of the Moone, And on the top gallant of the Admirall, And likewiſe all the handmaides of his trayne: The Armes of England and of Fraunce vnite, Are quartred equally by Heralds art; Thus titely carried with a merrie gale, They plough the Ocean hitherward amayne: Dare he already crop the Flewer de Luce: I hope the hony being gathered thence, He with the ſpider afterward approcht Shall ſucke forth deadly venom from the leaues, But wheres out Nauy, how are they prepared, To wing them ſelues againſt this flight of Rauens.