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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
My Lord. My brother Gloster's voice. My Lord, the Army stays upon your presence. Stay Gloster stay, and I will go with thee, The day my friends, and all things stays for me. My Lords the French are very strong. There is five to one, and yet they all are fresh, Of fight men they have full forty thousand. The odds is all too great. Farewell kind Lords: Brave Clarence, and my Lord of Gloster, My Lord of Warwick, and to all farewell. Farewell kind Lord, fight valiantly to day, And yet in truth, I do thee wrong▪ For thou art made on the true sparks of honour. O would we had but ten thousand men Now at this instant, that doth not work in England. Whos's that, that wishes so, my Cousin Warwick? God's will, I would not lose the honour One man would share from me, Not for my Kingdom. No faith my Cousin, wish not one man more, Rather proclaim it presently through our camp, That he that hath no stomach to this feast, Let him departed, his passport shall be And crowns for convoy put into his purse, We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is called the day of Cryspin, He that outlives this day, and sees old age, Shall stand a-tiptoe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Cryspin. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Shall yearly on the vygill feast his friends, And say, to morrow is S. Cryspines' day: Then shall we in their flowing bowls Be newly remembered. Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Clarence and Gloster, Warwick and York. Familiar in their mouths as household words. This story shall the good man tell his son, And from this day, unto the general doom: But we in it shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we bond of brothers, For he to day that sheds his blood by mine, shallbe my brother: be he near so base, This day shall gentle his condition. Then shall he strip his sleeves, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispines' day: And Gentlemen in England now a bed, Shall think themselves accursed, And hold their manhood cheap, While any speak that fought with us Upon Saint Crispines' day. My gracious Lord, The French is in the field. Why all things are ready, if our minds be so. Perish the man whose mind is backward now. Thou dost not wish more help from England cousin? God's will my Liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, might fight this battle out. Why well said. That doth please me better, Then to wish me one. You know your charge, God be with you all. Once more I come to know of thee king Henry, What thou wilt give for ransom? Who hath sent thee now? The Constable of France.
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My Lord. My brother Glosters voyce. My Lord, the Army stayes vpon your presence. Stay Gloster stay, and I will go with thee, The day my friends, and all things stayes for me. My Lords the French are very strong. There is fiue to one, and yet they all are fresh, Of fighting men they haue full fortie thousand. The oddes is all too great. Farewell kind Lords: Braue Clarence, and my Lord of Gloster, My Lord of Warwicke, and to all farewell. Farewell kind Lord, fight valiantly to day, And yet in truth, I do thee wrong▪ For thou art made on the true sparkes of honour. O would we had but ten thousand men Now at this instant, that doth not worke in England. Whose that, that wishes so, my Cousen Warwick? Gods will, I would not loose the honour One man would share from me, Not for my Kingdome. No faith my Cousen, wish not one man more, Rather proclaime it presently through our campe, That he that hath no stomacke to this feast, Let him depart, his pasport shall be , And crownes for conuoy put into his purse, We would not die in that mans company, That feares his fellowship to die with vs. This day is called the day of Cryspin, He that outliues this day, and sees old age, Shall stand a tiptoe when this day is named, And rowse him at the name of Cryspin. He that outliues this day, and comes safe home, Shall yearely on the vygill feast his friends, And say, to morrow is S. Cryspines day: Then shall we in their flowing bowles Be newly remembred. Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Clarence and Gloster, Warwick and Yorke. Familiar in their mouthes as houshold words. This story shall the good man tell his sonne, And from this day, vnto the generall doome: But we in it shall be remembred. We fewe, we happie fewe, we bond of brothers, For he to day that sheads his blood by mine, Shalbe my brother: be he nere so base, This day shall gentle his condition. Then shall he strip his sleeues, and shew his skars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispines day: And Gentlemen in England now a bed, Shall thinke themselues accurst, And hold their manhood cheape, While any speake that fought with vs Vpon Saint Crispines day. My gracious Lord, The French is in the field. Why all things are ready, if our minds be so. Perish the man whose mind is backward now. Thou dost not wish more help frō England cousen? Gods will my Liege, would you and I alone, Without more helpe, might fight this battle out. Why well said. That doth please me better, Then to wish me one. You know your charge, God be with you all. Once more I come to know of thee king Henry, What thou wilt giue for raunsome? Who hath sent thee now? The Constable of France.