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 · 492 words
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The brave sir Gwigzard, Dolphin. Of Nobelle Charillas, Gran Prie, and Rosse, Fawconbridge and Foy. Gerard and Verton. Vandemant and Lestra. Here was a royal fellowship of death Where is the number of our English dead? Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk▪ Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam Esquire: And of all other, but five and twenty. O God thy arm was here, And unto thee alone, ascribe we praise. When without strategem, And in even shock of battle, was ever heard So great, and little loss, on one part and an other. Take it God, for it is only thine. 'tis wonderful. Come let us go on procession through the camp: Let it be death proclaimed to any man, To boast hereof, or take the praise from God, Which is his due. Is it lawful, and it please your Majesty, To tell how many is killed? Yes Flewellen, but with this acknowledgement, That God fought for us. Yes in my conscience, he did us great good. Let there be sung, Novoues and te Deum. The dead with charity interred in clay: we'll then to Calais, and to England then, Where near from France, arrived more happier men. But why do you wear your Leek to day? Saint Davies day is past? There is occasion Captain Gower, Look you why, and wherefore, The other day look you, Pistols Which you know is a man of no merits In the worell, is come where I was the other day, And brings, bread and salt, and bids me Eat my Leek: 'twas in a place, look you, Where I could move no dissensions: But if I can see him, I shall tell him, A little of my desires. Here a comes, swelling like a Turkecocke. 'tis no matter for his swelling, and his turkecocks, God plesse you Ancient Pistol, you scall, Beggarly, lousy knave, God plesse you. Ha, art thou bedlam? Dost thou thirst base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web▪ Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of Leek. Ancient Pistol. I would desire you because It doth not agree with your stomach, and your appetite, And your digestions, to eat this Leek. Not for Cadwalleder and all his goats. There is one goat for you Ancient Pistol. Base Trojan, thou shall die. I, I know I shall die, mean time, I would Desire you to live and eat this Leek. Enough Captain, you have astonished him. Astonished him, by Iesu, I'll beat his head Four days, and four nights, but I'll Make him eat some part of my Leek. Well must I bite? I out of question or doubt, or ambiguities You must bite. Good good. I Leeks are good, Ancient Pistol. There is a shilling for you to heal your bloody coxkome. Me a shilling. If you will not take it, I have an other Leek for you. I take thy shilling in earnest of reckoning.
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The braue sir Gwigzard, Dolphin. Of Nobelle Charillas, Gran Prie, and Rosse, Fawconbridge and Foy. Gerard and Verton. Vandemant and Lestra. Here was a royall fellowship of death Where is the number of our English dead? Edward the Duke of Yorke, the Earle of Suffolke ▪ Sir Richard Ketly, Dauy Gam Esquier: And of all other, but fiue and twentie. O God thy arme was here, And vnto thee alone, ascribe we praise. When without strategem, And in euen shock of battle, was euer heard So great, and litle losse, on one part and an other. Take it God, for it is onely thine. Tis wonderfull. Come let vs go on procession through the camp: Let it be death proclaimed to any man, To boast hereof, or take the praise from God, Which is his due. Is it lawful, and it please your Maiestie, To tell how many is kild? Yes Flewellen, but with this acknowledgement, That God fought for vs. Yes in my conscience, he did vs great good. Let there be sung, Nououes and te Deum. The dead with charitie enterred in clay: Weele then to Calice, and to England then, Where nere from France, arriude more happier men. But why do you weare your Leeke to day? Saint Dauies day is past? There is occasion Captaine Gower, Looke you why, and wherefore, The other day looke you, Pistolles Which you know is a man of no merites In the worell, is come where I was the other day, And brings, bread and sault, and bids me Eate my Leeke: twas in a place, looke you, Where I could moue no discentions: But if I can see him, I shall tell him, A litle of my desires. Here a comes, swelling like a Turkecocke. Tis no matter for his swelling, and his turkecocks, God plesse you Antient Pistoll, you scall, Beggerly, lowsie knaue, God plesse you. Ha, art thou bedlem? Dost thou thurst base Troyan, To haue me folde vp Parcas fatall web▪ Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke. Antient Pistoll. I would desire you because It doth not agree with your stomacke, and your appetite, And your digestions, to eate this Leeke. Not for Cadwalleder and all his goates. There is one goate for you Antient Pistol. Bace Troyan, thou shall dye. I, I know I shall dye, meane time, I would Desire you to liue and eate this Leeke. Inough Captaine, you haue astonisht him. Astonisht him, by Iesu, Ile beate his head Foure dayes, and foure nights, but Ile Make him eate some part of my Leeke. Well must I byte? I out of question or doubt, or ambiguities You must byte. Good good. I Leekes are good, Antient Pistoll. There is a shilling for you to heale your bloody coxkome. Me a shilling. If you will not take it, I haue an other Leeke for you. I take thy shilling in earnest of reconing.