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 0.81 · 460 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Yes gracious Lord, the wounds are bleeding yet, That Talbot, Bedford, and King Henry made, Which peace must cure, or France shall languish still. Besides (my Liege) by these intestine foes, The Constable and treacherous Burgundie, The States in danger if the English stir. 'tis perilous, and full of doubt my Lords, We must have peace with England every way, Who shall be Herald in these high affairs? No better man than Monsieur Mugeroune, Whose wit is sharp, whose eloquence is sound, His presence gracious, and his courage good, A gentleman, a scholar, and a soldier, A complete man for such an Embassage: Art thou content to be employed Mugeroune, In this negotiation to King Edward? If your most sacred Majesty command, Your humble vassal Mugeroune shall go. Gramercies Mugeroune, but thou must assume, A Herald's habit, and his office both, To plead our love, and to procure us peace With English Edward, for the good of France. I know the matter and the form my Lord, Give me my Herald's coat, and I am gone. Thou art a man composed for business, Attend on us for thy instructions. And other fit supplies for these affairs, And for thy diligence expect reward. Whither away so fast goes Burgundy? Nay rather whither goes the Constable? Why to King Edward (man) is he not come? Meanst thou not like wise to go visit him? Oh excellent, I know that in thy soul, Thou know'st that I do purpose nothing less, Nay I do know for all thy outward show, Thou hast no meaning once to look on him. Brother dissembler, leave this colouring, With him that means as falsely as thyself. ay, but thou know'st that Edward on our letters, And hoping our assistance when he came, Did make this purposed voyage into France, And with his forces is he here arrived, Trusting that we will keep our word with him. Now, though we mean it not, yet set a face Upon the matter, as though we intended To keep our word with him effectually. And for my better countenance in this case, My lingering siege at Nuse will serve the turn, There will I spend the time to disappoint, King Edward's hope of my conjoining with him. And I will keep me still here in S. Quintin's, Pretending mighty matters for his aid, But not performing any on my word, The rather Burgundy, because I aim, At matters which perhaps may cost your head, If all hit right to expectation, In the mean space like a good crafty knave, That hugs the man, he wisheth hanged in heart, Keep I fair weather still with Burgundy. Till matters fall out for my purpose fit. Ici sont mon secrets, beau temps pour moy.
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Yes gratious Lord, the wounds are bléeding yet, That Talbot, Bedford, and King Henry made, Which peace must cure, or France shall languish still. Besides (my Liege) by these intestine foes, The Constable and trecherous Burgundie, The States in danger if the English stirré. Tis perilous, and full of doubt my Lords, We must haue peace with England euery way, Who shall be Herald in these high affayres? No better man then Monsieur Mugeroune, Whose wit is sharpe, whose eloquence is sound, His presence gratious, and his courage good, A gentleman, a scholler, and a souldiour, A compleate man for such an Embassage: Art thou content to be employde Mugeroune, In this negotiation to King Edward? If your most sacred Maiestie commaund, Your humble vassall Mugeroune shall goe. Gramercies Mugeroune, but thou must assume, A Heralds habit, and his office both, To pleade our loue, and to procure vs peace With English Edward, for the good of France. I know the matter and the forme my Lord, Giue me my Heralds coate, and I am gone. Thou art a man composoe for businesse, Attend on vs for thy instructions. And other fit supplies for these affayres, And for thy diligence expect reward. Whither away so fast goes Burgundy? Nay rather whither goes the Constable? Why to King Edward (man) is he not come? Meanst thou not like wise to goe visit him? Oh excellent, I know that in thy soule, Thou knowst that I doe purpose nothing lesse, Nay I doe know for all thy outward shew, Thou hast no meaning once to looke on him. Brother dissembler, leaue this colouring, With him that meanes as falsely as thy selfe. I, but thou knowst y• Edward on our letters, And hoping our assistance when he came, Did make this purposde voyage into France, And with his forces is he here arriude, Trusting that we will kéepe our word with him. Now, though we meane it not, yet set a face Vpon the matter, as though we intended To kéepe our word with him effectnally. And for my better countenance in this case, My lingring siege at Nuse will serue the turne, There will I spend the time to disappoynt, King Edwards hope of my consoyning with him. And I will kéepe me still here in S. Quintins, Pretending mightie matters for his aide, But not performing any on my word, The rather Burgundy, because I aime, At matters which perhaps may cost your head, If all hit right to expectation, In the meane space like a good craftie knaue, That hugs the man, he wisheth hangd in hart, Kéepe I faire weather still with Burgundy. Till matters fall out for my purpose fit. Ici sont mon secrets, beau temps pour moy.