Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 491 words
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I know the the glove is a glove. Sir I know this, and thus I challenge it. Good plut, and his. Captain Gower stand away: I'll give treason his due presently. How now, what is the matter? And it shall please your Majesty, Here is the notablest piece of treason come to light, As you shall desire to see in a summers day. Here is a rascal, beggarly rascal, is strike the glove, Which your Majesty took out of the helmet of Alonson: And your Majesty will bear me witness, and testimony, And avouchments, that this is the glove. And it please your Majesty, that was my glove. He that I gave it too in the night, Promised me to wear it in his hat: I promised to strike him if he did. I met that Gentleman, with my glove in his hat, And I think I have been as good as my word. Your Majesty hears, under your majesties Manhood, what a beggarly lousy knave it is. Let me see thy glove. Look you, This is the fellow of it. It was I indeed you promised to strike. And thou thou hast given me most bitter words. How canst thou make us amends? Let his neck answer it, If there be any marshal's law in the worell. My Liege, all offences come from the heart: Never came any from mine to offend your Majesty. You appeared to me as a common man: Witness the night, your garments, your lowliness, And whatsoever you received under that habit, I beseech your Majesty impute it to your own fault And not mine. For yourself came not like yourself: Had you been as you seemed, I had made no offence. Therefore I beseech your grace to pardon me. Uncle, fill the glove with crowns, And give it to the soldier. Wear it fellow, As an honour in thy cap, till I do challenge it. Give him the crowns. Come Captain Flewellen, I must needs have you friends. By Iesus, the fellow hath metal enough In his belly Hark you soldier, there is a shilling for you, And keep yourself out of brawls & brabbles, & dissensions, And look you, it shall be the better for you. I'll none of your money sir, not I Why 'tis a good shilling man. Why should you be queamish? Your shoes are not so good: It will serve you to mend your shoes. What men of sort are taken uncle? Charles Duke of Orleans, Nephew to the King, Iohn Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bowchquall. Of other Lords and Barons, Knights and Squires, Full fifteen hundred, besides common men. This note doth tell me often thousand French, that in the field lies slain. Of Nobles bearing banners in the field, Charles de le Brute, high Constable of France. Iaques of Chattillian, Admiral of France. The Master of the crossbows, Iohn Duke Alonson. Lord Ranbieres, high Master of France.
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I know the the gloue is a gloue. Sir I know this, and thus I challenge it. Gode plut, and his. Captain Gower stand away: Ile giue treason his due presently. How now, what is the matter? And it shall please your Maiestie, Here is the notablest peece of treason come to light, As you shall desire to see in a sommers day. Here is a rascall, beggerly rascall, is strike the gloue, Which your Maiestie tooke out of the helmet of Alonson: And your Maiestie will beare me witnes, and testimony, And auouchments, that this is the gloue. And it please your Maiestie, that was my gloue. He that I gaue it too in the night, Promised me to weare it in his hat: I promised to strike him if he did. I met that Gentleman, with my gloue in his hat, And I thinke I haue bene as good as my word. Your Maiestie heares, vnder your Maiesties Manhood, what a beggerly lowsie knaue it is. Let me see thy gloue. Looke you, This is the fellow of it. It was I indeed you promised to strike. And thou thou hast giuen me most bitter words. How canst thou make vs amends? Let his necke answere it, If there be any marshals lawe in the worell. My Liege, all offences come from the heart: Neuer came any from mine to offend your Maiestie. You appeard to me as a common man: Witnesse the night, your garments, your lowlinesse, And whatsoeuer you receiued vnder that habit, I beseech your Maiestie impute it to your owne fault And not mine. For your selfe came not like your selfe: Had you bene as you seemed, I had made no offence. Therefore I beseech your grace to pardon me. Vnckle, fill the gloue with crownes, And giue it to the souldier. Weare it fellow, As an honour in thy cap, till I do challenge it. Giue him the crownes. Come Captaine Flewellen, I must needs haue you friends. By Iesus, the fellow hath mettall enough In his belly Harke you souldier, there is a shilling for you, And keep your selfe out of brawles & brables, & dissentiōs, And looke you, it shall be the better for you. Ile none of your money sir, not I. Why tis a good shilling man. Why should you be queamish? Your shoes are not so good: It will serue you to mend your shoes. What men of sort are taken vnckle? Charles Duke of Orleance, Nephew to the King, Iohn Duke of Burbon, and Lord Bowchquall. Of other Lords and Barrons, Knights and Squiers, Full fifteene hundred, besides common men. This note doth tell me often thousand French, that in the field lyes slaine. Of Nobles bearing banners in the field, Charles de le Brute, hie Constable of France. Iaques of Chattillian, Admirall of France. The Maister of the crosbows, Iohn Duke Alōson. Lord Ranbieres, hie Maister of France.