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 0.81 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
If I own you any thing, i'll pay you in cudgels, You shallbe a woodmonger, And by cudgels, Good bye you, Ancient Pistol, God bless you, And heal your broken pate. Ancient Pistol, if you see Leeks an other time. Mock at them, that is all: Good bye you. All hell shall stir for this. Doth Fortune play the huswye with me now? Is honour cudgeled from my warlike lines? Well France farewell, news have I certainly That Doll is sick. One mally die of France, The wars affordeth nought, home will I trug. Bawd will I turn, and use the sleight of hand: To England will I steal, And there I'll steal. And patches will I get unto these scars, And swear I got them in the Gallia wars. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met. And to our brother France, Fair time of day. Fair health unto our lovely cousin Katherine. And as a branch, and member of this stock: We do salute you Duke of Burgundy. Brother of England, right joyous are we to behold Your face, so are we Princes English every one. With pardon unto both your mightiness. Let it not displease you, if I demand What rub or bar hath thus far hindered you, To keep you from the gentle speech of peace? If Duke of Burgundy, you would have peace, You must buy that peace, According as we have drawn our articles. We have but with a cursenary eye, Oreviewd them: pleaseth your Grace, To let some of your Counsel sit with us, We shall return our peremptory answer. Go Lords, and sit with them, And bring us answer back. Yet leave our cousin Katherine here behind. Withal our hearts. Now Kate, you have a blunt wooer here Left with you. If I could win thee at leapfrog, Or with vaulting with my armour on my back, Into my saddle, Without brag be it spoken, I'd make compare with any. But leaving that Kate, If thou takest me now, Thou shalt have me at the worst: And in wearing, thou shalt have me better and better, Thou shalt have a face that is not worth sun-burning. But dost thou think, that thou and I, Between Saint Denis, And Saint George, shall get a boy, That shall go to Constantinople, And take the great Turk by the beard, ha Kate? Is it possible dat me shall Love de enemy de France. No Kate, 'tis unpossible You should love the enemy of France: For Kate, I love France so well, That I'll not leave a Village, I'll have it all mine: then Kate, When France is mine, And I am yours, Then France is yours, And you are mine. I cannot tell what is dat. No Kate, Why I'll tell it you in French, Which will hang upon my tongue, like a bride On her new married Husband. Let me see, Saint Dennis be my speed. Quan France et mon. Dat is, when France is yours. Et vous ettes amoy. And I am to you.
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If I owe you any thing, ile pay you in cudgels, You shalbe a woodmonger, And by cudgels, God bwy you, Antient Pistoll, God blesse you, And heale your broken pate. Antient Pistoll, if you see Leekes an other time. Mocke at them, that is all: God bwy you. All hell shall stir for this. Doth Fortune play the huswye with me now? Is honour cudgeld from my warlike lines? Well France farwell, newes haue I certainly That Doll is sicke. One mally die of France, The warres affordeth nought, home will I trug. Bawd will I turne, and vse the slyte of hand: To England will I steale, And there Ile steale. And patches will I get vnto these skarres, And sweare I gat them in the Gallia warres. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met. And to our brother France, Faire time of day. Faire health vnto our louely cousen Katherine. And as a branch, and member of this stock: We do salute you Duke of Burgondie. Brother of England, right ioyous are we to behold Your face, so are we Princes English euery one. With pardon vnto both your mightines. Let it not displease you, if I demaund What rub or bar hath thus far hindred you, To keepe you from the gentle speech of peace? If Duke of Burgondy, you wold haue peace, You must buy that peace, According as we haue drawne our articles. We haue but with a cursenary eye, Oreviewd them: pleaseth your Grace, To let some of your Counsell sit with vs, We shall returne our peremptory answere. Go Lords, and sit with them, And bring vs answere backe. Yet leaue our cousen Katherine here behind. Withall our hearts. Now Kate, you haue a blunt wooer here Left with you. If I could win thee at leapfrog, Or with vawting with my armour on my backe, Into my saddle, Without brag be it spoken, Ide make compare with any. But leauing that Kate, If thou takest me now, Thou shalt haue me at the worst: And in wearing, thou shalt haue me better and better, Thou shalt haue a face that is not worth sun-burning. But doost thou thinke, that thou and I, Betweene Saint Denis, And Saint George, shall get a boy, That shall goe to Constantinople, And take the great Turke by the beard, ha Kate? Is it possible dat me sall Loue de enemie de France. No Kate, tis vnpossible You should loue the enemie of France: For Kate, I loue France so well, That Ile not leaue a Village, Ile haue it all mine: then Kate, When France is mine, And I am yours, Then France is yours, And you are mine. I cannot tell what is dat. No Kate, Why Ile tell it you in French, Which will hang vpon my tongue, like a bride On her new married Husband. Let me see, Saint Dennis be my speed. Quan France et mon. Dat is, when France is yours. Et vous ettes amoy. And I am to you.