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 0.75 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Ici sont mon secrets, beau temps pour moy. Are ye so crafty Constable? proceed, proceed, You quick sharp sighted man, imagine me Blind, witless, and a silly Idiot, That pries not into all your policies, Who I? no, God doth know my simple wit, Can never sound a judgement of such reach, As is our cunning Constable of France: Persuade thyself so still, and when time serves, And that thou art in most extremity, Needing my help, then take thou heed of me, In meanwhile Sir, you are the only man That hath my heart, hath? ay, and great reason too, Thus it befits men of deep reach to do. Well Constable, you'll back again to Nuse, And not aid English Edward? What else man? And keep thee in S. Quintin's, so shall we Smile at King Edward's weak capacity. Tell not me Burgundie, 'tis I am wronged, And you have dealt like a disloyal Knight. Edward of England, these are unkingly words, He that will do (my Lord) what he should not, Must and shall hear of me what he would not, I say again you have deluded me. Am I not come according to my word? No Charles of Burgundie, thy word was given To meet with me in April, now 'tis August, The place appointed Calice, not Lorraine, And thy approach to be with martial troops: But thou art come, not having in thy train, So much as Page or Lackey to attend thee, As who should say thy presence were munition, And strength enough to answer our expect: Summer is almost spent, yet nothing done, And all by dalliance with uncertain hope. My forces lay before the city Nuse, From which I could not rise, but with dishonour, Unless upon some composition had. There was no such exception in your letters. Why smiles Lord Scales? My man reports my Lord, The composition that the Duke there made, Was mere compulsion: for the citizens drove him from thence perforce. I thought so much: We should not yet have seen your excellence, But that your heels were better than your hands. Lord Scales, thou dost me wrong to slander me. Letting that pass, it shall be seen my Lord, That we are able of ourself to claim Our right in France, without or your assistance, Or any others, but the help of heaven. I make no question of it, yet the Constable priest with no such occasion as I was, Might have excused us both if he had pleased. Accuse him not, your cities as we came, Were even as much to be condemned as his, They gave us leave to lie within the field, And scarcely would afford us meat for money. This was small friendship in respect of that, You had engaged your honour to perform. But march we forward as we were determined, This is S. Quintin's, where you say my Lord, The Constable is ready to receive us.
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Ici sont mon secrets, beau temps pour moy. Are ye so craftie Constable? procéede, procéede, You quick sharpe sighted man, imagine me Blinde, witlesse, and a fillie Idiot, That pries not into all your policies, Who I? no, God doth know my simple wit, Can neuer sound a iudgement of such reach, As is our cunning Constable of France: Perswade thy selfe so still, and when time serues, And that thou art in most extremitie, Néeding my helpe, then take thou héede of me, In meane while Sir, you are the only man That hath my heart, hath? I, and great reason too, Thus it befits men of déepe reach to doo. Well Constable, youle back againe to Nuse, And not aide English Edward? What else man? And kéepe thée in S. Quintins, so shall we Smile at King Edwards weake capacitie. Tell not me Burgundie, tis I am wrongd, And you haue dealt like a disloyall Knight. Edward of England, these are vnkingly words, He that wil do (my Lord) what he should not, Must and shall heare of me what he would not, I say againe you haue deluded me. Am I not come according to my word? No Charles of Burgundie, thy word was giuen To méete with me in Aprill, now tis August, The place appointed Calice, not Lorraine, And thy approach to be with martiall troupes: But thou art come, not hauing in thy traine, So much as Page or Lackie to attend thee, As who should say thy presence were munition, And strength enough to answer our expect: Summer is almost spent, yet nothing done, And all by dalliance with vncertaine hope. My forces lay before the citie Nuse, From which I could not rise, but with dishonour, Unlesse vpon some composition had. There was no such exception in your letters. Why smiles Lord Scales? My man reports my Lord, The composition that the Duke there made, Was méere compulsion: for the citizens Draue him from thence perforce. I thought so much: We should not yet haue seene your excellence, But that your héeles were better then your hands. Lord Scales, thou dost me wrong to slander me. Letting that passe, it shall be seene my Lord, That we are able of our selfe to claime Our right in France, without or your assistance, Or any others, but the helpe of heauen. I make no question of it, yet the Constable Prest with no such occasion as I was, Might haue excusde vs both if he had pleasde. Accuse him not, your cities as we came, Were euen as much to be condemnde as his, They gaue vs leaue to lye within the field, And scarcely would affoord vs meate for money. This was small friendship in respect of that, You had ingagde your honour to performe. But march we forward as we were determined, This is S. Quintins, where you say my Lord, The Constable is readie to receiue vs.