Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.74 · 425 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
May we with right & conscience make this claim▪ The sin upon my head dread sovereign. For in the book of Numbers is it writ, When the son dies, let the inheritance Descend unto the daughter. Noble Lord stand for your own, Unwind your bloody flag, Go my dread Lord to your great grandsire's grave, From whom you claim: And your great Uncle Edward the black Prince, Who on the French ground played a Tragedy Making defeat on the full power of France, Whilst his most mighty father on a hill, Stood smiling to behold his lions whelp, Foraging blood of French Nobility. O Noble English that could entertain With half their Forces the full power of France: And let an other half stand laughing by, All out of work, and cold for action. We must not only arm us against the French, But lay down our proportion for the Scot, Who will make road upon us with all advantages. The Marches gracious sovereign, shallbe sufficient▪ To guard your England from the pilfering borderers. We do not mean the coursing sneakers only, But fear the mayne intendment of the Scot, For you shall read, never my great grandfather Unmasked his power for France, But that the Scot on his unfurnished Kingdom, Came pouring like the Tide into a breach, That England being empty of defences, Hath shook and trembled at the brute hereof. She hath been then more feared then hurt my Lord: For hear her but examplified by herself, When all her chivalry hath been in France And she a mourning widow of her Nobles, She hath herself not only well defended, But taken and impounded as a stray, the king of Scots, Whom like a caitiff she did lead to France, Filling your Chronicles as rich with praise As is the owse and bottom of the sea With sunken wrack and shiplesse treasury. There is a saying very old and true, If you will France win, Then with Scotland first begin: For once the Eagle, England being in pray, To his unfurnish nest the weazel Scot Would suck her eggs, playing the mouse in absence of the cat: To spoil and havoc more than she can eat. It follows then, the cat must stay at home, Yet that is but a cursed necessity, Since we have traps to catch the petty thieves: Whilst that the armed hand doth fight abroad The advised head controls at home: For government though high or low, being put into parts, Congrueth with a mutual consent like music.
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May we with right & conscience make this claime▪ The sin vpon my head dread soueraigne. For in the booke of Numbers is it writ, When the sonne dies, let the inheritance Descend vnto the daughter. Noble Lord stand for your owne, Vnwinde your bloody flagge, Go my dread Lord to your great graunsirs graue, From whom you clayme: And your great Vncle Edward the blacke Prince, Who on the French ground playd a Tragedy Making defeat on the full power of France, Whilest his most mighty father on a hill, Stood smiling to behold his Lyons whelpe, Foraging blood of French Nobilitie. O Noble English that could entertaine With halfe their Forces the full power of France: And let an other halfe stand laughing by, All out of worke, and cold for action. We must not onely arme vs against the French, But lay downe our proportion for the Scot, Who will make rode vpon vs with all aduantages. The Marches gracious soueraigne, shalbe sufficient▪ To guard your England from the pilfering borderers. We do not meane the coursing sneakers onely, But feare the mayne entendement of the Scot, For you shall read, neuer my great grandfather Vnmaskt his power for France, But that the Scot on his vnfurnisht Kingdome, Came pouring like the Tide into a breach, That England being empty of defences, Hath shooke and trembled at the brute hereof. She hath bin then more feared then hurt my Lord: For heare her but examplified by her selfe, When all her chiualry hath bene in France And she a mourning widow of her Nobles, She hath her selfe not only well defended, But taken and impounded as a stray, the king of Scots, Whom like a caytiffe she did leade to France, Filling your Chronicles as rich with praise As is the owse and bottome of the sea With sunken wrack and shiplesse treasurie. There is a saying very old and true, If you will France win, Then with Scotland first begin: For once the Eagle, England being in pray, To his vnfurnish nest the weazel Scot Would suck her egs, playing the mouse in absence of the cat: To spoyle and hauock more then she can eat. It followes then, the cat must stay at home, Yet that is but a curst necessitie, Since we haue trappes to catch the petty theeues: Whilste that the armed hand doth fight abroad The aduised head controlles at home: For gouernment though high or lowe, being put into parts, Congrueth with a mutuall consent like musicke.