Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 476 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, To make thee full fraught man, and best endued With some suspicion, I will weep for thee. For this revolt of thine, me thinks is like Another fall of Man. Their faults are open, Arrest them to the answer of the Law, And God acquit them of their practices. I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Richard Earl of Cambridge. I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Thomas Lord Scroop of Marsham. I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, Knight of Northumberland. Our purposes, God justly hath discovered, And I repent my fault more than my death, Which I beseech your Highness to forgive, Although my body pay the price of it. For me, the Gold of France did not seduce, Although I did admit it as a motive, The sooner to effect what I intended: But God be thanked for prevention, Which in sufferance hearty will rejoice, Beseeching God, and you, to pardon me. Never did faithful subject more rejoice At the discovery of most dangerous Treason, Then I do at this hour joy o'er myself, Prevented from a damned enterprise; My fault, but not my body, pardon Sovereign. God quit you in his mercy: Hear your sentence You have conspired against Our Royal person, Joined with an enemy proclaimed, and from his Coffers, Received the Golden Earnest of Our death: Wherein you would have sold your King to slaughter, His Princes, and his Peers to servitude, His Subjects to oppression, and contempt, And his whole Kingdom into desolation: Touching our person, seek we no revenge, But we our Kingdom's safety must so tender, Whose ruin you sought, that to her Laws We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence, (Poor miserable wretches) to your death: The taste whereof, God of his mercy give You patience to endure, and true Repentance Of all your dear offences. Bear them hence. Now Lords for France: the enterprise whereof Shall be to you as us, like glorious. We doubt not of a fair and lucky War, Since God so graciously hath brought to light This dangerous Treason, lurking in our way, To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now, But every Rub is smoothed on our way. Then forth, dear Countrymen: Let us deliver Our Puissance into the hand of God, Putting it strait in expedition. Cheerly to Sea, the signs of War advance, No King of England, if not King of France. Prithee honey sweet Husband, let me bring thee to Staines. No: for my manly heart doth earn. Bardolph, be blithe: Nim, rouse thy vaunting Veins: Boy, bristle thy Courage up: for Falstaff he is dead, and we must earn therefore. Would I were with him, wheresomere he is, either in Heaven, or in Hell.
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And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot, To make thee full fraught man, and beſt indued With ſome ſuſpition, I will weepe for thee. For this reuolt of thine, me thinkes is like Another fall of Man. Their faults are open, Arreſt them to the anſwer of the Law, And God acquit them of their practiſes. I arreſt thee of High Treaſon, by the name of Richard Earle of Cambridge. I arreſt thee of High Treaſon, by the name of Thomas Lord Scroope of Marſham. I arreſt thee of High Treaſon, by the name of Thomas Grey, Knight of Northumberland. Our purpoſes▪ God iuſtly hath diſcouer'd, And I repent my fault more then my death, Which I beſeech your Highneſſe to forgiue, Although my body pay the price of it. For me, the Gold of France did not ſeduce, Although I did admit it as a motiue, The ſooner to effect what I intended: But God be thanked for preuention, Which in ſufferance heartily will reioyce, Beſeeching God, and you, to pardon mee. Neuer did faithfull ſubiect more reioyce At the diſcouery of moſt dangerous Treaſon, Then I do at this houre ioy ore my ſelfe, Preuented from a damned enterprize; My fault, but not my body, pardon Soueraigne. God quit you in his mercy: Hear your ſentence You haue conſpir'd againſt Our Royall perſon, Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his Coffers, Receyu'd the Golden Earneſt of Our death: Wherein you would haue ſold your King to ſlaughter, His Princes, and his Peeres to ſeruitude, His Subiects to oppreſsion, and contempt, And his whole Kingdome into deſolation: Touching our perſon, ſeeke we no reuenge, But we our Kingdomes ſafety muſt ſo tender, Whoſe ruine you ſought, that to her Lawes We do deliuer you. Get you therefore hence, (Poore miſerable wretches) to your death: The taſte whereof, God of his mercy giue You patience to indure, and true Repentance Of all your deare offences. Beare them hence. Now Lords for France: the enterpriſe whereof Shall be to you as vs, like glorious. We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre, Since God ſo graciouſly hath brought to light This dangerous Treaſon, lurking in our way, To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now, But euery Rubbe is ſmoothed on our way. Then forth, deare Countreymen: Let vs deliuer Our Puiſſance into the hand of God, Putting it ſtraight in expedition. Chearely to Sea, the ſignes of Warre aduance, No King of England, if not King of France. 'Prythee honey ſweet Husband, let me bring thee to Staines. No: for my manly heart doth erne. Bardolph, be blythe: Nim, rowſe thy vaunting Veines: Boy, briſsle thy Courage vp: for Falſtaffe hee is dead, and wee muſt erne therefore. Would I were with him, whereſomere hee is, eyther in Heauen, or in Hell.