The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 39 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 0.87 · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Rejoice my Lord, ascend the imperial throne The mighty and redoubted prince of Wales, Great servitor to bloody Mars in arms, The French man's terror and his country's fame, Triumphant rideth like a Roman peer, and lowly at his stirrup comes afoot King Iohn of France, together with his son, In captive bonds, whose diadem he brings To crown thee with, and to proclaim thee king Away with mourning Philip, wipe thine eyes Sound Trumpets, welcome in Plantagenet. As things long lost when they are found again, So doth my son rejoice his father's heart, For whom even now my soul was much perplexed Be this a token to express my joy, For inward passions will not let me speak. My gracious father, here receive the gift, This wreath of conquest, and reward of war, Got with as mickle peril of our lives, as ere was thing of price before this day, Install your highness in your proper right, and here withal I render to your hands These prisoners, chief occasion of our strife. So Iohn of France, I see you keep your word You promised to be sooner with ourself Then we did think for, and 'tis so in deed, But had you done at first as now you do, How many civil towns had stood untouched, That now are turned to ragged heaps of stones? How many people's lives mightst thou have saved, that are untimely sunk into their graves. Edward, recount not things irrevocable, Tell me what ransom thou requirest to have? Thy ransom Iohn, hereafter shall be known But first to England thou must cross the seas, To see what entertainment it affords, howe'er it falls, it cannot be so bad, as ours hath been since we arrived in France, Accursed man, of this I was fortold, But did misconstrue what the prophet told. Now father this petition Edward makes, To thee whose grace hath been his strongest shield That as thy pleasure chose me for the man, To be the instrument to show thy power, So thou wilt grant that many princes more, Bred and brought up within that little Isle, May still be famous for like victories: and for my part, the bloody scars I bear, The weary nights that I have watched in field, The dangerous conflicts I have often had, The fearful menaces were proffered me, The heat and cold, and what else might displease I wish were now redoubled twenty fold, So that hereafter ages when they read The painful traffic of my tender youth Might thereby be inflamed with such resolve, as not the territories of France alone, But likewise Spain, Turkey, and what countries else That justly would provoke fair England's ire, Might at their presence tremble and retire. Here English Lords we do proclaim a rest an intercession of our painful arms, Sheath up your swords, refresh your weary limbs, Peruse your spoils, and after we have breathed. a day or two within this haven town, God willing then for England we'll be shipped, Where in a happy hour I trust we shall Arrive three kings, two princes, and a queen.
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Reioyce my Lord, aſcend the imperial throne The mightie and redoubted prince of Wales, Great ſeruitor to bloudie Mars in armes, The French mans terror and his countries fame, Triumphant rideth like a Romane peere, and lowly at his ſtirop comes a foot King Iohn of France, together with his ſonne, In captiue bonds, whoſe diadem he brings To crowne thee with, and to proclaime thee king Away with mourning Phillip, wipe thine eies Sound Trumpets, welcome in Plantaginet. As things long loſt when they are found again, So doth my ſonne reioyce his fathers heart, For whom euen now my ſoule was much perplext Be this a token to expreſſe my ioy, For inward paſſions will not let me ſpeake. My gracious father, here receiue the gift, This wreath of conqueſt, and reward of warre, Got with as mickle perill of our liues, as ere was thing of price before this daie, Inſtall your highnes in your proper right, and heere withall I render to your hands Theſe priſoners, chiefe occaſion of our ſtrife. So Iohn of France, I ſee you keepe your word You promiſt to be ſooner with our ſelfe Then we did thinke for, and tis ſo in deed, But had you done at firſt as now you do, How many ciuill townes had ſtoode vntoucht, That now are turnd to ragged heaps of ſtones? How many peoples liues mightſt thou haue ſaud, that are vntimely ſunke into their graues. Edward, recount not things irreuocable, Tell me what ranſome thou requireſt to haue? Thy ranſome Iohn, hereafter ſhall be known But firſt to England thou muſt croſſe the ſeas, To ſee what intertainment it affords, How ere it fals, it cannot be ſo bad, as ours hath bin ſince we ariude in France, Accurſed man, of this I was fortolde, But did miſconſter what the prophet told. Now father this petition Edward makes, To thee whoſe grace hath bin his ſtrongeſt ſhield That as thy pleaſure choſe me for the man, To be the inſtrument to ſhew thy power, So thou wilt grant that many princes more, Bred and brought vp within that little Iſle, May ſtill be famous for lyke victories: and for my part, the bloudie ſcars I beare, The wearie nights that I haue watcht in field, The dangerous conflicts I haue often had, The fearefull menaces were proffered me, The heate and cold, and what elſe might diſpleaſe I wiſh were now redoubled twentie fold, So that hereafter ages when they reade The painfull traffike of my tender youth Might thereby be inflamd with ſuch reſolue, as not the territories of France alone, But likewiſe Spain, Turkie, and what countries els That iuſtly would prouoke faire Englands ire, Might at their preſence tremble and retire. Here Engliſh Lordes we do proclaime a reſt an interceſſion of our painfull armes, Sheath vp your ſwords, refreſh your weary lims, Peruſe your ſpoiles, and after we haue breathd. a daie or two within this hauen towne, God willing then for England wele be ſhipt, VVhere in a happie houre I truſt we ſhall Ariue three kings, two princes, and a queene.