The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 20 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 0.81 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
I so the Grasshopper doth spend the time, In mirthful jollity till Winter come, And then too late he would redeem his time, When frozen cold hath nipped his careless head: He that no sooner will provide a Cloak, Then when he sees it doth begin to reign, May peradventure for his negligence, Be thoroughly washed when he suspects it not, We that have charge, and such a train as this, Must look in time, to look for them and us, lest when we would, we cannot be relieved. Be like you then despair of ill success, And think your Country will be subjugate. We cannot tell, 'tis good to fear the worst. Yet rather fight, then like unnatural sons, Forsake your loving parents in distress. Tush they that have already taken arms, Are many fearful millions in respect Of that small handful of our enemies: But 'tis a rightful quarrel must prevail, Edward is son unto our late king's sister, Where Iohn Valois, is three degrees removed. Besides, there goes a prophesy abroad, Published by one that was a friar once, Whose Oracles have many times proved true, And now he says the time will shortly come, whenas a Lion roused in the west, Shall carry hence the fleurdeluce of France, These I can tell ye and such like surmises, Strike many french men cold unto the heart: Fly country men and citizens of France, Sweet flowering peace the root of happy life, Is quite abandoned and expulsed the land, Instead of whom ransacked constraining war, Sits like to Ravens upon your houses tops, Slaughter and mischief walk within your streets. And unrestrained make havoc as they pass, The form whereof even now myself beheld, Upon this fair mountain whence I came, For so far off as I directed mine eyes, I might perceive five Cities all on fire, Come fields and vineyards burning like an oven, And as the leaking vapour in the wind, I turned but aside I like wise might discern. The poor inhabitants escaped the flame, Fall numberless upon the soldiers pikes, Three ways these dreadful ministers of wrath, Do tread the measures of their tragic march, Upon the right hand comes the conquering King, Upon the left is hot unbridled son, And in the midst our nations glittering host, All which though distant yet conspire in one, To leave a desolation where they come, Fly therefore Citizens if you be wise, Seek out some habitation further of, Here if you stay your wives will be abused, Your treasure shared before your weeping eyes, Shelter you yourselves for now the storm doth rise, Away, away, methinks I hear their drums, Ah wretched France, I greatly fear thy fall, Thy glory shaketh like a tottering wall. Where's the French man by whose cunning guide, We found the shallow of this River Soon, And had direction how to pass the sea. Here my good Lord. How art thou called, tell me thy name.
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I ſo the Graſhopper doth ſpend the time, In mirthfull iollitie till Winter come, And then too late he would redeeme his time, When frozen cold hath nipt his careleſſe head: He that no ſooner will prouide a Cloake, Then when he ſees it doth begin to raigne, May peraduenture for his negilgence, Be throughly waſhed when he ſuſpects it not, We that haue charge, and ſuch a trayne as this, Muſt looke in time, to looke for them and vs, Leaſt when we would, we cannot be relieued. Be like you then diſpaire of ill ſucceſſe, And thinke your Country will be ſubiugate. We cannot tell, tis good to feare the worſt. Yet rather fight, then like vnnaturall ſonnes, For ſake your louing parents in diſtreſſe. Tuſh they that haue already taken armes, Are manie fearefull millions in reſpect Of that ſmall handfull of our enimies: But tis a rightfull quarrell muſt preuaile, Edward is ſonnne vnto our late kings ſiſter, Where Iohn Valoys, is three degrees remoued. Beſides, there goes a Propheſie abroad, Publiſhed by one that was a Fryer once, Whoſe Oracles haue many times prooued true, And now he ſayes the tyme will ſhortly come, When as a Lyon rowſed in the weſt, Shall carie hence the fluerdeluce of France, Theſe I can tell yee and ſuch like ſurmiſes, Strike many french men cold vnto the heart: Flie cuntry men and cytizens of France, Sweete flowring peace the roote of happie life, Is quite a bandoned and expulſt the lande, Inſted of whome ranſackt conſtraining warre, Syts like to Rauens vppon your houſes topps, Slaughter and miſchiefe walke within your ſtreets. And vnreſtrained make hauock as they paſſe, The forme whereof euen now my ſelfe beheld, Vpon this faire mountaine whence I came, For ſo far of as I directed mine eies, I might perceaue fiue Cities all on fire, Come fieldes and vineyards burning like an ouen, And as the leaking vapour in the wind, I tourned but a ſide I like wiſe might diſſerne. The poore inhabitants eſcapt the flame, Fall numberles vpon the ſouldiers pikes, Three waies theſe dredfull miniſters of wrath, Do tread the meaſures of their tragicke march, Vpon the right hand comes the conquering King, Vpon the lefte is hot vnbridled ſonne, And in the midſt our nations glittering hoaſt, All which though diſtant yet conſpire in one, To leaue a deſolation where they come, Flie therefore Citizens if you be wiſe, Seeke out ſom habitation further of, Here if you ſtaie your wiues will be a buſed, Your treaſure ſharde before your weeping eies, Shelter you your ſelues for now the ſtorme doth riſe▪ Away, away, me thinks I heare their drums, Ah wreched France, I greatly feare thy fal, Thy glory ſhaketh like a tottering wall. Wheres the French man by whoſe cunning guide, We found the ſhalow of this Riuer Sone, And had direction how to paſſe the ſea. Here my good Lord. How art thou calde, tell me thy name.