Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.80 · 456 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
The King my master recks not Burgundy, And scorns S. Paul that treacherous Constable, His puissance is sufficient in itself, To conquer France like his progenitors. He shall not need to waste by force of war, Where peace shall yield him more than he can win: We covet peace, and we will purchase it At any rate that reason can demand, And it is better England join in league With us his strong, old, open enemy, Than with those weak & new dissembling friends, We do secure us from our open foes, But trust in friends (though faithless) we repose, My Lord S. Piere and cousin Bourbon speak, What censure you of Burgundy, and S. Paul? Dread Lord, it is well known that Burgundy Made show of tender service to your majesty, Till by the engine of his flatteries, He made a breach into your Highness love, Where entered once and thereof full possess, He so abused that royal excellence, By getting footing into many towns, Castles and forts belonging to your Crown, That now he holds them 'gainst your realm & you. And Count S. Paul the Constable of France, Ambitious in that high authority, Usurps the lands and Seigneuries of those That are true subjects, noble Peers of France, Your boundless favours did him first suborn, And now to be your Liegeman he thinks scorn. By this conjecture, the unsteady course, Thy royal master undertakes in France, And Herald intimate what fervent zeal, We have to league with Edward and his English, three hundred crowns we give thee for reward, And of rich Crimson velvet thirty yards, In hope thou wilt unto thy Sovereign tell, We show thee not one discontented look, Nor render him one misbeholden word: But his defiance and his dare to war, We swallow with the supple oil of peace: Which gentle Herald if thou canst procure, A thousand crown shall justly guerdon thee. So please it your most sacred Majesty, To send unto my gracious Sovereign, Equal conditions for the bonds of peace, And restitution of his injuries, His temper is not of obdurate malice, But sweet relenting princely clemency, Perform your promise of a thousand crowns, And second me with some fit messenger, And I will undertake to work your peace. By the true honour of a Christian King, Effect our peace and thou shalt have our crowns, And we will post a Herald after thee, That shall confirm thy speech, and our designs: Go Mugeroune, see to this Herald given The velvet, and three hundred crowns preposed, Farewell good friend, remember our request, And kindly recommend us to King Edward. How think you Lords, be't not more requisite To make our peace, than war with England's power.
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The King my master reckes not Burgundy, And scornes S. Paul that trecherous Constable, His puissance is sufficient in it selfe, To conquer France like his progenitors. He shall not néed to waste by force of warre, Where peace shall yéeld him more then he can win: We couet peace, and we will purchase it At any rate that reason can demaund, And it is better England ioyne in league With vs his strong, old, open enemie, Than with those weake & new dissenibling friends, We doe secure vs from our open foes, But trust in friends (though faithles) we repose, My Lord S. Piere and cosin Burbon speake, What censure you of Burgundy, and S. Paul? Dread Lord, it is wel knowne that Burgundy Made shew of tender seruice to your maiestie, Till by the engine of his flatteries, He made a breach into your Highnes loue, Where entred once and thereof full posse, He so abusde that royall excellence, By getting footing into many townes, Castles and forts belonging to your Crowne, That now he holds them gainst your realme & you. And Count S. Paul the Constable of France, Ambitious in that high authoritie, surps the lands and Seigneuries of those That are true subiects, noble of France, Your boundlesse fauours did him first suborne, And now to be your Liegeman he thinks scorne. By this coniecture, the vnsteady course, Thy royall master vndertakes in France, And Herald intimate what seruent eale, We haue to league with Edward and his English, Thrée hundred crownes we giue thée for reward, And of rich Crimson veluet thirtie yardes, In hope thou wilt vnto thy Soueraigne tell, We shew thée not one discontented looke, Nor render him one misbeholden word: But his defiance and his dare to warre, We swallow with the spple oyle of peace: Which gentle Herald if thou canst procure, A thousand crowne shall iustly guerdon thée. So please it your most sacred Maiestie, To send vnto my graious Soueraigne, Equall conditions for the bonds of peace, And restitution of his iniuries, His temper is not of obdurate malice, But swéete relenting princely clemencie, Performe your promise of a thousand crownes, And second me with some fit messenger, And I will vndertake to worke your peace. By the true honour of a Christian King, Effect our peace and thou shalt haue our crownes, And we will poste a Herald after thee, That shall confirme thy speech, and our designes: Goe Mugeroune, see to this Herald giuen The veluet, and thrée hundred crownes preosde, Farewell good friend, remember our request, And kindly recommend vs to King Edward. How think you Lords, st not more requisite To make our peace, then warre with Englands power.