Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 480 words
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Well for us, you shall return our answer back To our brother England. Before God here is hot service. 'tis hot indeed, blows go and come, God's vassals drop and die. 'tis honour, and there's the humour of it. Would I were in London: Ide give all my honour for a pot of Ale. And I. If wishes would prevail, I would not stay, but thither would I high. Gods plud up to the breaches You rascals, will you not up to the breaches? Abate thy rage sweet knight, Abate thy rage. Well I would I were once from them: They would have me as familiar With men's pockets, as their gloves, and their Handkerchiefs, they will steal any thing. Bardolfe Stole a Lute case, carried it three mile, And sold it for three hapences. Nim stole a fire shovel. I knew by that, they meant to carry coals: Well, if they will not leave me, I mean to leave them. Gaptain Flewellen, you must come straight To the Mine, to the Duke of Gloster. Look you, tell the Duke it is not so good To come to the mines: the concuaveties is otherwise, You may discuss to the Duke, the enemy is digged Himself five yards under the countermines: By Iesus I think he'll blow up all If there be no better direction. How yet resolves the Governor of the Town? This is the latest parley we'll admit: Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves, Or like to men proud of destruction, defy us to our worst, For as I am a soldier, a name that in my thoughts Becomes me best, if we begin the battery once again I will not leave the half achieved Harflew, Till in her ashes she be buried, The gates of mercy are all shut up. What say you, will you yield and this avoid, Or guilty in defence be thus destroyed? Our expectation hath this day an end: The Dolphin whom of succour we entreated, Returns us word, his powers are not yet ready, To raise so great a siege: therefore dread King, We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy: Enter our gates, dispose of us and ours, For we no longer are defensive now. Alice venecia, vous aves cates en, You part fort bon Angloys englatara, Coman sae palla vou la main en francoy. La main madam de han. E da bras. De arma madam. Le main da han la bras de arma. Owy e madam. E Coman sa pella vow la menton a la coll. De neck, e de cin, madam. E de neck, e de cin, e de code. De cudie ma foy je oblye, mais je remember, Le tude, o de elbow madam. Ecowte je rehersera, towt cella que jac apoandre, De han, de arma, de neck, du cin, e de bilbo. De elbow madam.
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Well for vs, you shall returne our answere backe To our brother England. Before God here is hote seruice. Tis hot indeed, blowes go and come, Gods vassals drop and die. Tis honor, and theres the humor of it. Would I were in London: Ide giue all my honor for a pot of Ale. And I. If wishes would preuaile, I would not stay, but thither would I hie. Godes plud vp to the breaches You rascals, will you not vp to the breaches? Abate thy rage sweete knight, Abate thy rage. Well I would I were once from them: They would haue me as familiar With mens pockets, as their gloues, and their Handkerchers, they will steale any thing. Bardolfe Stole a Lute case, carryed it three mile, And sold it for three hapence. Nim stole a fier shouell. I knew by that, they meant to carry coales: Well, if they will not leaue me, I meane to leaue them. Gaptain Flewellen, you must come strait To the Mine, to the Duke of Gloster. Looke you, tell the Duke it is not so good To come to the mines: the concuaueties is otherwise, You may discusse to the Duke, the enemy is digd Himselfe fiue yardes vnder the countermines: By Iesus I thinke heele blowe vp all If there be no better direction. How yet resolues the Gouernour of the Towne? This is the latest parley weele admit: Therefore to our best mercie giue your selues, Or like to men proud of destruction, defie vs to our worst, For as I am a souldier, a name that in my thoughts Becomes me best, if we begin the battery once againe I will not leaue the halfe atchieued Harflew, Till in her ashes she be buried, The gates of mercie are all shut vp. What say you, will you yeeld and this auoyd, Or guiltie in defence be thus destroyd? Our expectation hath this day an end: The Dolphin whom of succour we entreated, Returnes vs word, his powers are not yet ready, To raise so great a siege: therefore dread King, We yeeld our towne and liues to thy soft mercie: Enter our gates, dispose of vs and ours, For we no longer are defensiue now. Allice venecia, vous aues cates en, Vou parte fort bon Angloys englatara, Coman sae palla vou la main en francoy. La main madam de han. E da bras. De arma madam. Le main da han la bras de arma. Owy e madam. E Coman sa pella vow la menton a la coll. De neck, e de cin, madam. E de neck, e de cin, e de code. De cudie ma foy Ie oblye, mais Ie remembre, Le tude, o de elbo madam. Ecowte Ie rehersera, towt cella que Iac apoandre, De han, de arma, de neck, du cin, e de bilbo. De elbo madam.