The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 26 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 0.83 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
I well thou hast deserved a knighthood Ned, And therefore with thy sword, yet reeking warm, With blood of those that fought to be thy bane, Arise Prince Edward, trusty knight at arms, This day thou hast confounded me with joy, And proud thyself fit heir unto a king: Here is a note my gracious Lord of those, That in this conflict of our foes were slain, Eleven Princes of esteem, four score Barons, A hundred and twenty knights, and thirty thousand Common soldiers, and of our men a thousand. Our God be praised, Now Iohn of France I hope, Thou knowest King Edward for no wantonness, No love sick cockney nor his soldiers jades, But which way is the fearful king escaped? Towards Poitiers noble father, and his sons, Ned, thou and Audley shall pursue them still, Myself and Derby will to Calice straight; And there begirt that Haven town with siege: Now lies it on an upshot, therefore strike, And wistly follow whiles the games on foot. What Pictures this. A Pelican my Lord, Wounding her bosom with her crooked beak, That so her nest of young ones might be fed, With drops of blood that issue from her heart, The motto Sic & vos, and so should you, My Lord of Salisbury since by our aid, Mine enemy Sir Charles of Bloys is slain, And I again am quietly possessed, In Britain's Dukedom, know that I resolve, For this kind furtherance of your king and you, To swear allegiance to his majesty: In sign where of receive this Coronet, Bear it unto him, and with all mine oath, Never to be but Edward's faithful friend. I take it Mountfort, thus I hope ere long, The whole Dominions of the Realm of France willbe surrendered to his conquering hand: Now if I knew but safely how to pass, I would to Calice gladly meet his Grace, Whether I am by letters certified. Yet he intends to have his host removed, It shall be so, this policy will serve, Ho whose's within? bring Villiers to me. Villiers, thou knowest thou art my prisoner, And that I might for ransom if I would, Require of thee a hundred thousand francs, Or else retain and keep thee captive still: But so it is, that for a smaller charge, Thou mayst be quit and if thou wilt thyself, And this it is, procure me but a passport, Of Charles the Duke of Normandy, that I, Without restraint may have recourse to Callis, Through all the Countries where he hath to do. Which thou mayst easily obtain I think, By reason I have often heard thee say, He and thou were students once together: And than thou shalt be set at liberty, How sayest thou, wilt thou undertake to do it? I will my Lord, but I must speak with him.
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I well thou haſt deſerud a knight-hood Ned, And therefore with thy ſword, yet reaking warme, With blood of thoſe that fought to be thy bane, Ariſe Prince Edward, truſty knight at armes, This day thou haſt confounded me with ioy, And proude thy ſelfe fit heire vnto a king: Heere is a note my gratious Lord of thoſe, That in this conflict of our foes were ſlaine, Eleuen Princes of eſteeme, Foure ſcore Barons, A hundred and twenty knights, and thirty thouſand Common ſouldiers, and of our men a thouſand. Our God be praiſed, Now Iohn of Fraunce I hope, Thou knoweſt King Edward for no wantoneſſe, No loue ſicke cockney nor his ſouldiers iades, But which way is the fearefull king eſcapt? Towards Poyctiers noble father, and his ſonnes, Ned, thou and Audley ſhall purſue them ſtill, Myſelfe and Derby will to Calice ſtreight; And there begyrt that Hauen towne with ſeege: Now lies it on an vpſhot, therefore ſtrike, And wiſtlie follow whiles the games on foote. What Pictures this. A Pellican my Lord, Wounding her boſome with her crooked beak, That ſo her neſt of young ones might be fed, With drops of blood that iſſue from her hart, The motto Sic & vos, and ſo ſhould you, My Lord of Salisbury ſince by our aide, Mine ennemie Sir Charles of Bloys is ſlaine, And I againe am quietly poſſeſt, In Btittaines Dukedome, knowe that I reſolue, For this kind furtherance of your king and you, To ſweare allegeance to his maieſty: In figne where of receiue this Coronet, Beare it vnto him, and with all mine othe, Neuer to be but Edwards faithful friend. I take it Mountſort, thus I hope eare long, The whole Dominions of the Realme of Fraunce Wilbe ſurrendred to his conquering hand: Now if I knew but ſafely how to paſſe, I would to Calice gladly meete his Grace, Whether I am by letters certified. Yet he intends to haue his hoſt remooude, It ſhal be ſo, this pollicy will ſerue, Ho whoſe within? bring Villiers to me. Villiers, thou knoweſt thou art my priſoner, And that I might for ranſome if I would, Require of thee a hundred thouſand Francks, Or elſe retayne and keepe thee captiue ſtill: But ſo it is, that for a ſmaller charge, Thou maiſt be quit and if thou wilt thy ſelfe, And this it is, procure me but a paſport, Of Charles the Duke of Normandy, that I, Without reſtraint may haue recourſe to Callis, Through all the Countries where he hath to doe. Which thou maiſt eaſely obtayne I thinke, By reaſon I haue often heard thee ſay, He and thou were ſtudents once together: And then thou ſhalt be ſet at libertie, How ſaieſt thou, wilt thou vndertake to do it? I will my Lord, but I muſt ſpeake with him.