Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.81 · 480 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
My most redoubted Father, It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the Foe: For Peace itself should not so dull a Kingdom, (Though War nor no known Quarrel were in question) But that Defences, Musters, Preparations, Should be maintained, assembled, and collected, As were a War in expectation. Therefore I say, 'tis meet we all go forth, To view the sick and feeble parts of France: And let us do it with no show of fear, No, with no more, then if we heard that England Were busied with a Whitsun Morris-dance: For, my good Liege, she is so idly Kinged, Her Sceptre so fantastically borne, By a vain giddy shallow humorous Youth, That fear attends her not. O peace, Prince Dolphin, You are too much mistaken in this King: Question your Grace the late Ambassadors, With what great State he heard their Embassy, How well supplied with Noble Councillors, How modest in exception; and withal, How terrible in constant resolution: And you shall find, his Vanities fore-spent, Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus, Covering Discretion with a Coat of Folly; As Gardeners do with Ordure hide those Roots That shall first spring, and be most delicate. Well, 'tis not so, my Lord High Constable. But though we think it so, it is no matter: In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh The Enemy more mighty than he seems, So the proportions of defence are filled: Which of a weak and niggardly projection, Doth like a Miser spoil his Coat, with scanting A little Cloth. Think we King Harry strong: And Princes, look you strongly arm to meet him. The Kindred of him hath been fleshed upon us: And he is bred out of that bloody strain, That haunted us in our familiar Paths: Witness our too much memorable shame, When Cressy Battle fatally was struck, And all our Princes captived, by the hand Of that black Name, Edward, black Prince of Wales: Whiles that his Mountain Sire, on Mountain standing up in the Air, crowned with the Golden Sun, Saw his Heroical Seed, and smiled to see him Mangle the Work of Nature, and deface The Patterns, that by God and by French Fathers Had twenty years been made. This is a Stem Of that Victorious Stock: and let us fear The Native mightiness and fate of him. Ambassadors from Harry King of England, Do crave admittance to your Majesty. we'll give them present audience. Go, and bring them. You see this Chase is hotly followed, friends. Turn head, and stop pursuit: for coward Dogs Most spend their mouths, when what they seem to threaten Runs far before them. Good my Sovereign Take up the English short, and let them know Of what a Monarchy you are the Head: Self-love, my Liege, is not so vile a sin, As selfe-neglecting. From our Brother of England?
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Position
nodes 766–831 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 51 in this edition
Length
480 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T10 — England and France: war, embassy and peacecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.813 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T8 · seed 44: T8 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My moſt redoubted Father, It is moſt meet we arme vs 'gainſt the Foe: For Peace it ſelfe ſhould not ſo dull a Kingdome, (Though War nor no knowne Quarrel were in queſtion) But that Defences, Muſters, Preparations, Should be maintain'd, aſſembled, and collected, As were a Warre in expectation. Therefore I ſay, 'tis meet we all goe forth, To view the ſick and feeble parts of France: And let vs doe it with no ſhew of feare, No, with no more, then if we heard that England Were buſied with a Whitſon Morris-dance: For, my good Liege, ſhee is ſo idly King'd, Her Scepter ſo phantaſtically borne, By a vaine giddie ſhallow humorous Youth, That feare attends her not. O peace, Prince Dolphin, You are too much miſtaken in this King: Queſtion your Grace the late Embaſſadors, With what great State he heard their Embaſſie, How well ſupply'd with Noble Councellors, How modeſt in exception; and withall, How terrible in conſtant reſolution: And you ſhall find, his Vanities fore-ſpent, Were but the out-ſide of the Roman Brutus, Couering Diſcretion with a Coat of Folly; As Gardeners doe with Ordure hide thoſe Roots That ſhall firſt ſpring, and be moſt delicate. Well, 'tis not ſo, my Lord High Conſtable. But though we thinke it ſo, it is no matter: In caſes of defence, 'tis beſt to weigh The Enemie more mightie then he ſeemes, So the proportions of defence are fill'd: Which of a weake and niggardly proiection, Doth like a Miſer ſpoyle his Coat, with ſcanting A little Cloth. Thinke we King Harry ſtrong: And Princes, looke you ſtrongly arme to meet him. The Kindred of him hath beene fleſht vpon vs: And he is bred out of that bloodie ſtraine, That haunted vs in our familiar Pathes: Witneſſe our too much memorable ſhame, When Creſſy Battell fatally was ſtrucke, And all our Princes captiu'd, by the hand Of that black Name, Edward, black Prince of Wales: Whiles that his Mountaine Sire, on Mountaine ſtanding Vp in the Ayre, crown'd with the Golden Sunne, Saw his Heroicall Seed, and ſmil'd to ſee him Mangle the Worke of Nature, and deface The Patternes, that by God and by French Fathers Had twentie yeeres been made. This is a Stem Of that Victorious Stock: and let vs feare The Natiue mightineſſe and fate of him. Embaſſadors from Harry King of England, Doe craue admittance to your Maieſtie. Weele giue them preſent audience. Goe, and bring them. You ſee this Chaſe is hotly followed, friends. Turne head, and ſtop purſuit: for coward Dogs Moſt ſpend their mouths, whē what they ſeem to threaten Runs farre before them. Good my Soueraigne Take vp the Engliſh ſhort, and let them know Of what a Monarchie you are the Head: Selfe-loue, my Liege, is not ſo vile a ſinne, As ſelfe-neglecting. From our Brother of England?