The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 37 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 0.80 · 534 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Ah be more mild unto these yielding men, It is a glorious thing to stablish peace, And kings approach the nearest unto God, By giving life and safety unto men, As thou intendest to be king of France, So let her people live to call thee king, For what the sword cuts down or fire hath spoiled Is held in reputation none of ours. Although experience teach us, this is true, That peaceful quietness brings most delight, When most of all abuses are controlled, Yet insomuch, it shallbe known that we, as well can master our affections, As conquer other by the dint of sword, Philip prevail, we yield to thy request, These men shall live to boast of clemency, And tyranny strike terror to thyself. long live your highness, happy be your reign Go get you hence, return unto the town, And if this kindness hath deserved your love, Learn then to reverence Edw. as your king. Now might we hear of our affairs abroad, We would till gloomy Winter were over spent, Dispose our men in garrison a while, But who comes here? Copland my Lord, and David King of Scots; Is this the proud presumptuous Esquire of the North, That would not yield his prisoner to my Queen, I am my liege a Northern Esquire indeed, But neither proud nor insolent I trust. What moved thee then to be so obstinate, To contradict our royal queen's desire? No wilful disobedience mighty Lord, But my desert and public law at arms. I took the king myself in single fight, and like a soldier would be loath to lose The least pre-eminence that I had won. And Copland straight upon your highness charge, Is come to France, and with a lowly mind, Doth vale the bonnet of his victory: Receive dread Lord the custom of my fraught, The wealthy tribute of my labouring hands, Which should long since have been surrendered up Had but your gracious self been there in place, But Copland thou didst scorn the kings command Neglecting our commission in his name. His name I reverence, but his person more, His name shall keep me in allegiance still, But to his person I will bend my knee. I pray thee Philip let displeasure pass: This man doth please me, and I like his words, For what is he that will attempt great deeds and lose the glory that ensues the same, all rivers have recourse unto the Sea, and Coplands faith relation to his king, Kneel therefore down, now rise king Edward's knight, and to maintain thy state I freely give, Five hundred marks a year to thee and thine Welcome Lord Salisburie, what news from Britain This mighty king, the Country we have won, And Charles de Mountford regent of that place, Presents your highness with this Coronet, Protesting true allegiance to your Grace. We thank thee for thy service valiant Earl Challenge our favour for we owe it thee: But now my Lord, as this is joyful news, So must my voice be tragical again, and I must sing of doleful accidents, What have our men the overthrow at Poitiers, Oris our son beset with too much odds?
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Ah be more milde vnto theſe yeelding men, It is a glorious thing to ſtabliſh peace, And kings approch the neareſt vnto God, By giuing life and fafety vnto men, As thou intendeſt to be king of Fraunce, So let her people liue to call thee king, For what the ſword cuts down or fire hath ſpoyld Is held in reputation none of ours. Although experience teach vs, this is true, That peacefull quietnes brings moſt delight, When moſt of all abuſes are controld, Yet inſomuch, it ſhalbe knowne that we, Aſwell can maſter our affections, As conquer other by the dynt of ſword, Phillip preuaile, we yeeld to thy requeſt, Theſe men ſhall liue to boaſt of clemencie, And tyrannie ſtrike terror to thy ſelfe. long liue your highnes, happy be your reigne Go get you hence, returne vnto the towne, And if this kindnes hath deſerud your loue, Learne then to reuerence Edw. as your king. Now might we heare of our affaires abroad, We would till glomy Winter were ore ſpent, Diſpoſe our men in garriſon a while, But who comes heere? Copland my Lord, and Dauid King of Scots; Is this the proud preſumtious Eſquire of the North, That would not yeeld his priſoner to my Queen, I am my liege a Northen Eſquire indeed, But neither proud nor inſolent I truſt. What moude thee then to be ſo obſtinate, To contradict our royall Queenes deſire? No wilfull diſobedience mightie Lord, But my deſert and publike law at armes. I tooke the king my ſelfe in ſingle fight, and like a ſouldier would be loath to looſe The leaſt preheminence that I had won. And Copland ſtraight vpon your highnes charge, Is come to Fraunce, and with a lowly minde, Doth vale the bonnet of his victory: Receiue dread Lorde the cuſtome of my fraught, The wealthie tribute of my laboring hands, Which ſhould long ſince haue been ſurrendred vp Had but your gratious ſelfe bin there in place, But Copland thou didſt ſcorne the kings command Neglecting our commiſſion in his name. His name I reuerence, but his perſon more, His name ſhall keepe me in alleagaunce ſtill, But to his perſon I will bend my knee. I praie thee Phillip let diſpleaſure paſſe: This man doth pleaſe mee, and I like his words, For what is he that will attmpt great deeds and looſe the glory that enſues the ſame, all riuers haue recourſe vnto the Sea, and Coplands faith relation to his king, Kneele therefore downe, now riſe king Edwards knight, and to maintayne thy ſtate I freely giue, Fiue hundred marks a yeere to thee and thine welcomlord Salisburie, what news from Brittaine This mightie king, the Country we haue won, And Charles de Mountford regent of that place, Preſents your highnes with this Coronet, Proteſting true allegeaunce to your Grace. We thanke thee for thy ſeruice valient Earle Challenge our fauour for we owe it thee: But now my Lord, as this is ioyful newes, So muſt my voice be tragicall againe, and I muſt ſing of dolefull accidents, What haue our men the ouerthrow at Poitiers, Oris our ſonne beſet with too much odds?