Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Madame, your father here doth intimate, The payment of a hundred thousand Crowns, Being but th' one half, of an entire sum, Disbursed by my father in his wars. But say that he, or we, as neither have Received that sum; yet there remains unpaid A hundred thousand more: in surety of the which, One part of Aquitaine is bound to us, Although not valued to the moneys worth. If then the King your father will restore But that one half which is unsatisfied, We will give up our right in Aquitaine, And hold fair friendship with his Majesty: But that it seems he little purposeth, For here he doth demand to have repay, An hundred thousand Crowns, and not demands One payment of a hundred thousand Crowns, To have his title live in Aquitaine. Which we much rather had departed withal, And have the money by our father lent, Then Aquitane, so gelded as it is. Dear Princess, were not his requests so far From reasons yielding, your fair self should make A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast, And go well satisfied to France again. You do the King my Father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name, In so unseeming to confess receipt Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. I do protest I never heard of it, And if you prove it, I'll repay it back, Or yield up Aquitaine. We arrest your word: Boyet, you can produce acquittances For such a sum, from special Officers, Of Charles his Father. Satisfy me so. So please your Grace, the packet is not come Where that and other specialties are bound, To morrow you shall have a sight of them. It shall suffice me; at which interview, All liberal reason would I yield unto: Mean time, receive such welcome at my hand, As Honour, without breach of Honour may Make tender of, to thy true worthiness. You may not come fair Princess in my gates, But here without you shall be so received, As you shall deem yourself lodged in my heart, Though so denied farther harbour in my house: Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell, To morrow we shall visit you again. Sweet health & fair desires consort your grace. Thy own wish wish I thee, in every place. Lady, I will commend you to my own heart. Pray you do my commendations, I would be glad to see it. I would you heard it groan. Is the soul sick?. Sick at the heart. Alack, let it blood. Would that do it good? My Physic says I. Will you pricked with your eye. No point, with my knife. Now God save thy life. And yours from long living. I cannot stay thanksgiving. Sir, I pray you a word: What Lady is that same? The heir of Alencon, Rosalin her name. A gallant Lady, monsieur far you well. I beseech you a word: what is she in the white?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Madame, your father heere doth intimate, The paiment of a hundred thouſand Crownes, Being but th' one halfe, of an intire ſumme, Disburſed by my father in his warres. But ſay that he, or we, as neither haue Receiu'd that ſumme; yet there remaines vnpaid A hundred thouſand more: in ſurety of the which, One part of Aquitaine is bound to vs, Although not valued to the moneys worth. If then the King your father will reſtore But that one halfe which is vnſatisfied, We will giue vp our right in Aquitaine, And hold faire friendſhip with his Maieſtie: But that it ſeemes he little purpoſeth, For here he doth demand to haue repaie, An hundred thouſand Crownes, and not demands One paiment of a hundred thouſand Crownes, To haue his title liue in Aquitaine. Which we much rather had depart withall, And haue the money by our father lent, Then Aquitane, ſo guelded as it is. Deare Princeſſe, were not his requeſts ſo farre From reaſons yeelding, your faire ſelfe ſhould make A yeelding 'gainſt ſome reaſon in my breſt, And goe well ſatisfied to France againe. You doe the King my Father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name, In ſo vnſeeming to confeſſe receyt Of that which hath ſo faithfully beene paid. I doe proteſt I neuer heard of it, And if you proue it, Ile repay it backe, Or yeeld vp Aquitaine. We arreſt your word: Boyet, you can produce acquittances For ſuch a ſumme, from ſpeciall Officers, Of Charles his Father. Satisfie me ſo. So pleaſe your Grace, the packet is not come Where that and other ſpecialties are bound, To morrow you ſhall haue a ſight of them. It ſhall ſuffice me; at which enterview, All liberall reaſon would I yeeld vnto: Meane time, receiue ſuch welcome at my hand, As Honour, without breach of Honour may Make tender of, to thy true worthineſſe. You may not come faire Princeſſe in my gates, But heere without you ſhall be ſo receiu'd, As you ſhall deeme your ſelfe lodg'd in my heart, Though ſo deni'd farther harbour in my houſe: Your owne good thoughts excuſe me, and farewell, To morrow we ſhall viſit you againe. Sweet health & faire deſires conſort your grace. Thy own wiſh wiſh I thee, in euery place. Lady, I will commend you to my owne heart. Pray you doe my commendations, I would be glad to ſee it. I would you heard it grone. Is the ſoule ſicke?. Sicke at the heart. Alacke, let it bloud. Would that doe it good? My Phiſicke ſaies I. Will you prick't with your eye. No poynt, with my knife. Now God ſaue thy life. And yours from long liuing. I cannot ſtay thankſ-giuing. Sir, I pray you a word: What Lady is that ſame? The heire of Alanſon, Roſalin her name. A gallant Lady, Mounſier fare you well. I beſeech you a word: what is ſhe in the white?