Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
He that strikes the first blow, I'll kill him by this sword. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course. I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at beating? A noble shalt thou have, and ready pay, And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combined and brotherhood: I'll live by Nim as Nim shall live by me: Is not this just? for I shall Sutler be Unto the Camp, and profit will occrue. I shall have my noble? In cash most truly paid. Why there's the humour of it. As ever you came of men come in, Sir Iohn poor soul is so troubled With a burning tashan contigian fever, 'tis wonderful. Let us condoll the knight: for lamkins we will live. Before God my Lord, his Grace is too bold to trust these traitors. They shallbe apprehended by and by. I but the man that was his bedfellow Whom he hath cloyed and graced with princely favours That he should for a foreign purse, to sell His Sovereign's life to death and treachery. O the Lord of Massham. Now sirs the winds fair, and we will aboard; My Lord of Cambridge, and my Lord of Massham, And you my gentle Knight, give me you thoughts, Do you not think the power we bear with us, Will make us conquerors in the field of France? No doubt my Liege, if each man do his best. Never was Monarch better feared and loved then is your majesty. Even those that were your father's enemies Have steeped their galls in honey for your sake. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness, And shall forget the office of our hands: Sooner than reward and merit, According to their cause and worthiness. So service shall with steeled sinews shine, And labour shall refresh itself with hope To do your Grace incessant service. Uncle of Exeter, enlarge the man Committed yesterday, that railed against our person, We consider it was the heat of wine that set him on, And on his more advice we pardon him. That is mercy, but too much security: Let him be punished Sovereign, lest the example of him, Breed more of such a kind. O let us yet be merciful. So may your highness, and punish too. You show great mercy if you give him life, After the taste of his correction. Alas your too much care and love of me Are heavy orisons 'gainst the poor wretch, If little faults proceeding on distemper should not be winked at, How should we stretch our eye, when capital crimes, Chewed, swallowed and digested, appear before us: Well yet enlarge the man, though Cambridge and the rest In their dear loves, and tender preservation of our state, Would have him punished. Now to our French causes. Who are the late Commissioners? Me one my Lord, your highness bade me ask for it to day. So did you me my Sovereign. And me my Lord.
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He that strikes the first blow, Ile kill him by this sword. Sword is an oath, and oathes must haue their course. I shall haue my eight shillings I wonne of you at beating? A noble shalt thou haue, and readie pay, And liquor likewise will I giue to thee, And friendship shall combind and brotherhood: Ile liue by Nim as Nim shall liue by me: Is not this iust? for I shall Suter be Vnto the Campe, and profit will occrue. I shall haue my noble? In cash most truly paid. Why theres the humour of it. As euer you came of men come in, Sir Iohn poore soule is so troubled With a burning tashan contigian feuer, tis wonderfull. Let vs condoll the knight: for lamkins we will liue. Before God my Lord, his Grace is too bold to trust these traytors. They shalbe apprehended by and by. I but the man that was his bedfellow Whom he hath cloyed and graced with princely fauours That he should for a forraine purse, to sell His Soueraignes life to death and trechery. O the Lord of Massham. Now sirs the windes faire, and we wil aboord; My Lord of Cambridge, and my Lord of Massham, And you my gentle Knight, giue me you thoughts, Do you not thinke the power we beare with vs, Will make vs conquerors in the field of France? No doubt my Liege, if each man do his best. Neuer was Monarch better feared and loued then is your maiestie. Euen those that were your fathers enemies Haue steeped their galles in honey for your sake. We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnesse, And shall forget the office of our hands: Sooner then reward and merit, According to their cause and worthinesse. So seruice shall with steeled sinewes shine, And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope To do your Grace incessant seruice. Vncle of Exeter, enlarge the man Committed yesterday, that rayled against our person, We consider it was the heate of wine that set him on, And on his more aduice we pardon him. That is mercie, but too much securitie: Let him bee punisht Soueraigne, least the example of him, Breed more of such a kinde. O let vs yet be mercifull. So may your highnesse, and punish too. You shew great mercie if you giue him life, After the taste of his correction. Alas your too much care and loue of me Are heauy orisons gainst the poore wretch, If litle faults proceeding on distemper should not bee winked at, How should we stretch our eye, when capitall crimes, Chewed, swallowed and disgested, appeare before vs: Well yet enlarge the man, tho Cambridge and the rest In their deare loues, and tender preseruation of our state, Would haue him punisht. Now to our French causes. Who are the late Commissioners? Me one my Lord, your highnesse bad me aske for it to day. So did you me my Soueraigne. And me my Lord.