The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 23 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 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Father range your battles, prate no more, These English fame would spend the time in wonders, That night approaching, they might escape unfought. Lords and my loving Subjects knows the time, That your intended force must bide the touch, Therefore my friends consider this in brief, He that you fight for is your natural King, He against whom you fight a foreigner: He that you fight for rules in clemency, And fames you with a mild and gentle bit, He against whom you fight if he prevail, Will straight in throne himself in tyranny, Make slaves of you, and with a heavy hand curtal and curb your sweetest liberty. Then to protect your Country and your King, Let but the haughty Courage of your hearts, Answer the number of your able hands, And we shall quickly chase these fugitives, For what's this Edward but a belly god, A tender and lascivious wantonness, That tother day was almost dead for love, And what I pray you is his goodly guard, Such as but scant them of their chines of beef, And take away their downy featherbeds, And presently they are as resty stiff, As 'twere a many over ridden jades, Then French men scorn that such should be your Lords And rather bind ye them in captive bands, Vive le Roy, God save King Iohn of France. Now on this plain of Cressie spread yourselves, And Edward when thou darest, begin the fight: We presently will meet thee Iohn of France, And English Lords let us resolve the day, Either to clear us of that scandalous crime, Or be entombed in our innocence, And Ned, because this battle is the first, That ever yet thou foughtest in pitched field, As ancient custom is of Martialists, To dub thee with the type of chivalry, In solemn manner we will give thee arms, Come therefore Heralds, orderly bring forth, A strong attirement for the prince my son. Edward Plantagenet, in the name of God, As with this armour I impale thy breast, So be thy noble unrelenting heart, Walled in with flint of matchless fortitude, That never base affections enter there, Fight and be valiant, conquer where thou comest, Now follow Lords, and do him honour to. Edward Plantagenet prince of Wales, As I do set this helmet on thy head, Where with the chamber of this brain is fenced, So may thy temples with Bellona's hand, Be still adorned with laurel victory, Fight and be valiant, conquer where thou comest. Edward Plantagenet prince of Wales, Receive this lance into thy manly hand, Use it in fashion of a brazen pen, To draw forth bloody stratagems in France, And print thy valiant deeds in honours book, Fight and be valiant, vanquish where thou comest. Edward Plantagenet prince of Wales, Hold take this target, wear it on thy arm, And may the view thereof like Perscus' shield, Astonish and transform thy gazing foes To senseless images of meager death, Fight and be valiant, conquer where thou comest.
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Father range your battailes, prate no more, Theſe Engliſh fame would ſpend the time in wodrs, That night approching, they might eſcape vnfought. Lords and my louing Subiects knowes the time, That your intended force muſt bide the touch, Therfore my frinds conſider this in breefe, He that you fight for is your naturall King, He againſt whom you fight a forrener: He that you fight for rules in clemencie, And fames you with a mild and gentle byt, He againſt whome you fight if hee preuaile, Will ſtraight in throne himſelfe in tyrranie, Make ſlaues of you, and with a heauie hand Curtall and courb your ſweteſt libertie. Then to protect your Country and your King, Let but the haughty Courrage of your hartes, Anſwere the number of your able handes, And we ſhall quicklie chaſe theis fugitiues, For whats this Edward but a belly god, A tender and laſciuious wantonnes, That thother daie was almoſt dead for loue, And what I praie you is his goodly gard, Such as but ſcant them of their chines of beefe, And take awaie their downie featherbedes, And preſently they are as reſty ſtiffe, As twere a many ouer ridden iades, Then French men ſcorne that ſuch ſhould be your Lords And rather bind ye them in captiue bands, Viue le Roy, God ſaue King Iohn of France. Now on this plaine of Creſſie ſpred your ſelues, And Edward when thou dareſt, begin the fight: We preſently wil meet thee Iohn of Fraunce, And Engliſh Lordes let vs reſolue the daie, Either to cleere vs of that ſcandalous cryme, Or be intombed in our innocence, And Ned, becauſe this battell is the firſt, That euer yet thou foughteſt in pitched field, As ancient cuſtome is of Martialiſts, To dub thee with the tipe of chiualrie, In ſolemne manner wee will giue thee armes, Come therefore Heralds, orderly bring forth, A ſtrong attirement for the prince my ſonne. Edward Plantagenet, in the name of God, As with this armour I impall thy breaſt, So be thy noble vnrelenting heart, Wald in with flint of matchleſſe fortitude, That neuer baſe affections enter there, Fight and be valiant, conquere where thou comſt, Now follow Lords, and do him honor to. Edward Plantagenet prince of Wales, As I do ſet this helmet on thy head, Where with the chamber of this braine is fenſt, So may thy temples with Bellonas hand, Be ſtill adornd with lawrell victorie, Fight and be valiant, conquer where thou comſt. Edward Plantagenet prince of Wales, Receiue this lance into thy manly hand, Vſe it in faſhion of a braſen pen, To drawe forth bloudie ſtratagems in France, And print thy valiant deeds in honors booke, Fight and be valiant, vanquiſh where thou comſt. Edward Plantagener prince of Wales, Hold take this target, weare it on thy arme, And may the view thereof like Perſcus ſhield, Aſtoniſh and transforme thy gazing foes To ſenſeleſſe images of meger death, Fight and be valiant, couquer where thou comſt.