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 · 495 words
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Why I pray, is not big great? As if I say, big or great, or magnanimous, I hope it is all one reckoning, Save the phrase is a little variation. I think Alexander the great Was borne at Macedon. His father was called Philip of Macedon, As I take it. I think it was Macedon indeed where Alexander Was borne: look you captain Gower, And if you look into the maps of the worell well, You shall find little difference between Macedon and Monmorth. Look you, there is A River in Macedon, and there is also a River In Monmorth, the rivers name at Monmorth, Is called Wye. But 'tis out of my brain, what is the name of the other: But 'tis all one, 'tis so like, as my fingers is to my fingers, And there is Samons in both. Look you captain Gower, and you mark it, You shall find our King is come after Alexander. God knows, and you know, that Alexander in his Bowls, and his alles, and his wrath, and his displeasures. And indignations, was kill his friend Clitus. I but our King is not like him in that, For he never killed any of his friends. Look you, 'tis not well done to take the tale out Of a man's mouth, ere it is made an end and finished: I speak in the comparisons, as Alexander is kill His friend Clitus: so our King being in his ripe Wits and judgements, is turn away, the fat knit With the great belly double: I am forget his name. Sir Iohn Falstaff. I, I think it is Sir Iohn Falstaff indeed, I can tell you, there's good men borne at Monmorth. I was not angry since I came into France, Until this hour. Take a trumpet Herald, And ride unto the horsemen on yond hill: If they will fight with us bid them come down, Or leave the field, they do offend our sight: Will they do neither, we will come to them, And make them skyr away, as fast As stones enforced from the old Assyrian slings. Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have, And not one alive shall taste our mercy. God's will what means this? know'st thou not That we have fined these bones of ours for ransom? I come great king for charitable favour, To sort our Nobles from our common men, We may have leave to bury all our dead, Which in the field lie spoiled and trodden on. I tell thee truly Herald, I do not know whether The day be ours or no: For yet a many of your French do keep the field. The day is yours. Praised be God therefore. What Castle call you that? We call it Agincourt. Then call we this the field of Agincourt. Fought on the day of Cryspin, Cryspin. Your grandfather of famous memory, If your grace be remembered, Is do good service in France.
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Why I pray, is nat big great? As if I say, big or great, or magnanimous, I hope it is all one reconing, Saue the frase is a litle varation. I thinke Alexander the great Was borne at Macedon. His father was called Philip of Macedon, As I take it. I thinke it was Macedon indeed where Alexander Was borne: looke you captaine Gower, And if you looke into the mappes of the worell well, You shall finde litle difference betweene Macedon and Monmorth. Looke you, there is A Riuer in Macedon, and there is also a Riuer In Monmorth, the Riuers name at Monmorth, Is called Wye. But tis out of my braine, what is the name of the other: But tis all one, tis so like, as my fingers is to my fingers, And there is Samons in both. Looke you captaine Gower, and you marke it, You shall finde our King is come after Alexander. God knowes, and you know, that Alexander in his Bowles, and his alles, and his wrath, and his displeasures. And indignations, was kill his friend Clitus. I but our King is not like him in that, For he neuer killd any of his friends. Looke you, tis not well done to take the tale out Of a mans mouth, ere it is made an end and finished: I speake in the comparisons, as Alexander is kill His friend Clitus: so our King being in his ripe Wits and iudgements, is turne away, the fat knite With the great belly double: I am forget his name. Sir Iohn Falstaffe. I, I thinke it is Sir Iohn Falstaffe indeed, I can tell you, theres good men borne at Monmorth. I was not angry since I came into France, Vntill this houre. Take a trumpet Herauld, And ride vnto the horsmen on yon hill: If they will fight with vs bid them come downe, Or leaue the field, they do offend our sight: Will they do neither, we will come to them, And make them skyr away, as fast As stones enforst from the old Assirian slings. Besides, weele cut the throats of those we haue, And not one aliue shall taste our mercy. Gods will what meanes this? knowst thou not That we haue fined these bones of ours for ransome? I come great king for charitable fauour, To sort our Nobles from our common men, We may haue leaue to bury all our dead, Which in the field lye spoyled and troden on. I tell thee truly Herauld, I do not know whether The day be ours or no: For yet a many of your French do keep the field. The day is yours. Praised be God therefore. What Castle call you that? We call it Agincourt. Then call we this the field of Agincourt. Fought on the day of Cryspin, Cryspin. Your grandfather of famous memorie, If your grace be remembred, Is do good seruice in France.