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 0.73 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Feat, vou preat, ill voulles coupele votre gage. Onye ma foy couple la gorge. Unless thou give to me egregious ransom, die. One point of a fox. Qui dit ill monsiere. Ill ditye si vou ny vouly pa domy luy. La gran ransom, ill vou tueres. O lee vous en pri petrit gentelhome, parle A cee, gran capataine, pour avez mercy A moy, ey Iee donerees pour mon ransom Cinquante ocios, je suyes ungentelhome de France. What says he boy? Marry sir he says, he is a Gentleman of a great House, or France: and for his ransom, He will give you 500. crowns. My fury shall abate, And I the Crowns will take. And as I suck blood, I will some mercy show. Fellow me cur. What the French retire? Yet all is not done, yet keep the French the field. The Duke of York commends him to your Grace. lives he good Uncle, twice I saw him down, Twice up again: From helmet to the spur, all bleeding ore. In which array, brave soldier doth he lie, Larding the plains, and by his bloody side, Yoke fellow to his honour dying wounds, The noble Earl of Suffolk also lies. Suffolk first dyde, and York all hasted over, Comes to him where in blood he lay steeped, And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes That bloodily did yane upon his face, And cried aloud, tarry dear cousin Suffolk: My soul shall thine keep company in heaven: Tarry dear soul awhile, then fly to rest: And in this glorious and well fought field, We kept together in our chivalry. Upon these words I came and cheered them up, He took me by the hand, said dear my Lord▪ Commend my service to my sovereign. So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm, and so espoused to death, With blood he sealed. An argument Of never ending love. The pretty and sweet manner of it, Forced those waters from me, which I would have slopped, But I not so much of man in me, But all my mother came into my eyes, And gave me up to tears. I blame you not: for hearing you, I must convert to tears. What new alarm is this? Bid every soldier kill his prisoner. Couple gorge. Gods plud kil the boys and the lugyge, 'tis the errands piece of knavery as can be desired, In the worell now, in your conscience now. 'tis certain, there is not a Boy left alive, And the cowerdly rascals that ran from the battle, Themselves have done this slaughter: Beside, they have carried away and burnt, All that was in the king's Tent: Whereupon the king caused every prisoner's Throat to be cut. O he is a worthy king. I he was born at Monmorth. Captain Gower, what call you the place where Alexander the big was borne? Alexander the great.
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Feate, vou preat, ill voulles coupele votre gage. Onye ma foy couple la gorge. Vnlesse thou giue to me egregious raunsome, dye. One poynt of a foxe. Qui dit ill monsiere. Ill ditye si vou ny vouly pa domy luy. La gran ransome, ill vou tueres. O lee vous en pri petrit gentelhome, parle A cee, gran capataine, pour auez mercie A moy, ey Iee donerees pour mon ransome Cinquante ocios, Ie suyes vngentelhome de France. What sayes he boy? Marry sir he sayes, he is a Gentleman of a great House, or France: and for his ransome, He will giue you 500. crownes. My fury shall abate, And I the Crownes will take. And as I suck blood, I will some mercie shew. Follow me cur. What the French retire? Yet all is not done, yet keepe the French the field. The Duke of Yorke commends him to your Grace. Liues he good Vnckle, twise I sawe him downe, Twise vp againe: From helmet to the spurre, all bleeding ore. In which aray, braue souldier doth he lye, Larding the plaines, and by his bloody side, Yoake fellow to his honour dying wounds, The noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes. Suffolke first dyde, and Yorke all hasted ore, Comes to him where in blood he lay steept, And takes him by the beard, kisses the gashes That bloodily did yane vpon his face, And cryde aloud, tary deare cousin Suffolke: My soule shall thine keep company in heauen: Tary deare soule awhile, then flie to rest: And in this glorious and well foughten field, We kept together in our chiualdry. Vpon these words I came and cheerd them vp, He tooke me by the hand, said deare my Lord▪ Commend my seruice to my soueraigne. So did he turne, and ouer Suffolkes necke He threw his wounded arme, and so espoused to death, With blood he sealed. An argument Of neuer ending loue. The pretie and sweet maner of it, Forst those waters from me, which I would haue slopt, But I not so much of man in me, But all my mother came into my eyes, And gaue me vp to teares. I blame you not: for hearing you, I must conuert to teares. What new alarum i this? Bid euery souldier kill his prisoner. Couple gorge. Godes plud kil the boyes and the lugyge, Tis the arrants peece of knauery as can be desired, In the worell now, in your conscience now. Tis certaine, there is not a Boy left aliue, And the cowerdly rascals that ran from the battell, Themselues haue done this slaughter: Beside, they haue carried away and burnt, All that was in the kings Tent: Whervpon the king caused euery prisoners Throat to be cut. O he is a worthy king. I he was born at Monmorth. Captain Gower, what call you the place where Alexander the big was borne? Alexander the great.