The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 19 of 39
Anonymous / Shakespeare, William · published 1596 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1590-1595] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.82 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
I will my Lord. My gracious sovereign, France hath tane the foil, And boasting Edward triumphs with success; These Iron hearted Navies, When last I was reporter to your grace, Both full of angry spleen of hope and fear: Hasting to meet each other in the face, At last conjoined, and by their Admiral, Our Admiral encountered many shot, By this the other that beheld these twain, Give earnest penny of a further wrack, Like fiery Dragons took their haughty flight, And like wise meeting, from their smoky wombs, Sent many grim Ambassadors of death, Then 'gan the day to turn to gloomy night, And darkness did aswell enclose the quick, As those that were but newly reft of life, No leisure served for friends to bid farewell, And if it had, the hideous noise was such, As each to other seemed deaf and dumb, Purple the Sea whose channel filled as fast, With streaming gore that from the maimed fell, As did her gushing moisture break into, The cranny cleftures of the through shot planks, Here flew a head dissevered from the trunk, There mangled arms and legs were tossed aloft, As when a whirl wind takes the Summer dust, And scatters it in middle of the air, Then might ye see the reeling vessels split, And tottering sink into the ruthless flood, Until their lofty tops were seen no more. All shifts were tried both for defence and hurt, And now the effect of valour and of force, Of resolution and of a cowardice: We lively pictured, how the one for fame; The other by compulsion laid about; Much did the Nom per illa, that brave ship, So did the black snake of Bullen, than which A bonnier vessel never yet spread sail, But all in vain, both Sun, the Wine and tide, Revolted all unto our foe men's side, That we perforce were fain to give them way, And they are landed, thus my tale is done, We have untimely lost, and they have won. Then rests there nothing but with present speed, To join our several forces all in one, And bid them battle ere they range to far, Come gentle Philip, let us hence depart, This soldiers words have pierced thy father's heart. Well met my masters: how now, what's the news, And wherefore are ye laden thus with stuff: What is it quarter day that you remove, And carry bag and baggage too? Quarter day, I and quartering pay I fear: Have we not heard the news that flies abroad? What news? How the French Navy is destroyed at Sea, And that the English Army is arrived. What then? What then quoth you? why is't not time to fly, When envy and destruction is so nigh, Content thee man, they are far enough from hence, And will be met I warrant ye to their cost, Before they break so far into the Realm.
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I will my Lord. My gratious ſoueraigne, Fraunce hath tne the foyle, And boaſting Edward triumphs with ſucceſſe; Theſe Iron harted Nauies, When laſt I was reporter to your grace, Both full of angry ſpleene of hope and feare: Haſting to meete each other in the face, At laſt conioynd, and by their Admirall, Our Admirall encountred manie ſhot, By this the other that beheld theſe twaine, Giue earneſt peny of a further wracke, Like fiery Dragons tooke their haughty flight, And like wiſe meeting, from their ſmoky wombes, Sent many grym Embaſſadors of death, Then gan the day to turne to gloomy night, And darkenes did aſwel incloſe the quicke, As thoſe that were but newly reft of life, No leaſure ſerud for friends to bid farewell, And if it had, the hideous noiſe was ſuch, As ech to other ſeemed deafe and dombe, Purple the Sea whoſe channel fild as faſt, With ſtreaming gore that from the maymed fell, As did her guſhing moyſture breake into, The cranny cleftures of the through ſhot planks, Heere flew a head diſſuuered from the tronke, There mangled armes and legs were toſt a loft, As when a wherle winde takes the Summer duſt, And ſcatters it in middle of the aire, Then might ye ſee the reeling veſſels ſplit, And tottering ſink into the ruthleſſe floud, Vntill their lofty tops were ſeene no more. All ſhifts were tried both for defence and hurt, And now the effect of vallor and of force, Of reſolution and of a cowardize: We liuely pictured, how the one for fame; The other by compulſion laid about; Much did the Nm per illa, that braue ſhip, So did the blacke ſnake of Bullen, then which A bonnier veſſel neuer yet ſpred ſayle, But all in vaine, both Sunne, the Wine and tyde, Reuolted all vnto our foe mens ſide, That we perforce were fayne to giue them way, And they are landed, thus my tale is donne, We haue vntimly loſt, and they haue woone. Then reſts there nothing but with preſent ſpeede, To ioyne our ſeueral forces al in one, And bid them battaile ere they raingc to farre, Come gentle Phillip, let vs hence depart, This ſouldiers words haue perſt thy fathers hart. Wel met my maſters: how now, whats the newes, And wherefore are ye laden thus with ſtuffe: What is it quarter daie that you remoue, And carrie bag and baggage too? Quarter day, I and quartering pay I feare: Haue we not heard the newes that flies abroad? What newes? How the French Nauy is deſtroyd at Sea, And that the Engliſh Armie is arriued. What then? What then quoth you? why iſt not time to flie, When enuie and deſtruction is ſo nigh, Content thee man, they are farre enough from hence, And will be met I warrant ye to their coſt, Before they breake ſo far into the Realme.