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 0.83 · 543 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.
From him, and thus he greets your Majesty: He will you in the Name of God Almighty, That you divest yourself, and lay apart The borrowed Glories, that by gift of Heaven, By Law of Nature, and of Nations, longs To him and to his Heirs, namely, the Crown, And all wide-stretched Honours, that pertain By Custom, and the Ordinance of Times, Unto the Crown of France: that you may know 'Tis no sinister, nor no awk-ward Claim, Picked from the worme-holes of long-vanisht days, Nor from the dust of old Oblivion raked, He sends you this most memorable Line, In every Branch truly demonstrative; Willing you overlook this Pedigree: And when you find him evenly derived From his most famed, of famous Ancestors, Edward the third; he bids you then resign Your Crown and Kingdom, indirectly held From him, the Native and true Challenger. Or else what follows? Bloody constraint: for if you hide the Crown Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it. Therefore in fierce Tempest is he coming, In Thunder and in Earthquake, like a Ioue: That if requiring fail, he will compel. And bids you, in the Bowels of the Lord, Deliver up the Crown, and to take mercy On the poor Souls, for whom this hungry War Opens his vasty jaws: and on your head Turning the Widow's Tears, the Orphan's Cries, The dead-men's Blood, the privy Maidens Groans, For Husbands, Fathers, and betrothed Lovers, That shall be swallowed in this Controversy. This is his Claim, his Threatening, and my Message: Unless the Dolphin be in presence here; To whom expressly I bring greeting to. For us, we will consider of this further: To morrow shall you bear our full intent Back to our Brother of England. For the Dolphin, I stand here for him: what to him from England? Scorne and defiance, sleight regard, contempt, And any thing that may not misbecome The mighty Sender, doth he prise you at. Thus says my King: and if your Father's Highness Do not, in grant of all demands at large, Sweeten the bitter Mock you sent his Majesty; he'll call you to so hot an Answer of it, That Caves and Wombie Vaultages of France Shall chide your Trespass, and return your Mock In second Accent of his Ordinance. Say: if my Father render fair return, It is against my will: for I desire Nothing but Odds with England, To that end, as matching to his Youth and Vanity, I did present him with the Paris-Balls. he'll make your Paris Lover shake for it, Were it the Mistress Court of mighty Europe: And be assured, you'll find a difference, As we his Subjects have in wonder found, Between the promise of his greener days, And these he masters now: now he weighs Time Even to the utmost Grain: that you shall read In your own Losses, if he stay in France. To morrow shall you know our mind at full. Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our King Come here himself to question our delay; For he is footed in this Land already. You shallbe soon dispatched, with fair conditions. A Night is but small breath, and little pause, To answer matters of this consequence.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 832–903 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 51 in this edition
Length
543 words · 724 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T10 — England and France: war, embassy and peacecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.829 (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)
From him, and thus he greets your Maieſtie: He wills you in the Name of God Almightie, That you deueſt your ſelfe, and lay apart The borrowed Glories, that by gift of Heauen, By Law of Nature, and of Nations, longs To him and to his Heires, namely, the Crowne, And all wide-ſtretched Honors, that pertaine By Cuſtome, and the Ordinance of Times, Vnto the Crowne of France: that you may know 'Tis no ſiniſter, nor no awk-ward Clayme, Pickt from the worme-holes of long-vaniſht dayes, Nor from the duſt of old Obliuion rakt, He ſends you this moſt memorable Lyne, In euery Branch truly demonſtratiue; Willing you ouer-looke this Pedigree: And when you find him euenly deriu'd From his moſt fam'd, of famous Anceſtors, Edward the third; he bids you then reſigne Your Crowne and Kingdome, indirectly held From him, the Natiue and true Challenger. Or elſe what followes? Bloody conſtraint: for if you hide the Crowne Euen in your hearts, there will he rake for it. Therefore in fierce Tempeſt is he comming, In Thunder and in Earth-quake, like a Ioue: That if requiring faile, he will compell. And bids you, in the Bowels of the Lord, Deliuer vp the Crowne, and to take mercie On the poore Soules, for whom this hungry Warre Opens his vaſtie Iawes: and on your head Turning the Widdowes Teares, the Orphans Cryes, The dead-mens Blood, the priuy Maidens Groanes, For Husbands, Fathers, and betrothed Louers, That ſhall be ſwallowed in this Controuerſie. This is his Clayme, his Threatning, and my Meſſage: Vnleſſe the Dolphin be in preſence here; To whom expreſſely I bring greeting to. For vs, we will conſider of this further: To morrow ſhall you beare our full intent Back to our Brother of England. For the Dolphin, I ſtand here for him: what to him from England? Scorne and defiance, ſleight regard, contempt, And any thing that may not miſ-become The mightie Sender, doth he prize you at. Thus ſayes my King: and if your Fathers Highneſſe Doe not, in graunt of all demands at large, Sweeten the bitter Mock you ſent his Maieſtie; Hee'le call you to ſo hot an Anſwer of it, That Caues and Wombie Vaultages of France Shall chide your Treſpas, and returne your Mock In ſecond Accent of his Ordinance. Say: if my Father render faire returne, It is againſt my will: for I deſire Nothing but Oddes with England, To that end, as matching to his Youth and Vanitie, I did preſent him with the Paris-Balls. Hee'le make your Paris Louer ſhake for it, Were it the Miſtreſſe Court of mightie Europe: And be aſſur'd, you'le find a diff'rence, As we his Subiects haue in wonder found, Betweene the promiſe of his greener dayes, And theſe he maſters now: now he weighes Time Euen to the vtmoſt Graine: that you ſhall reade In your owne Loſſes, if he ſtay in France. To morrow ſhall you know our mind at full. Diſpatch vs with all ſpeed, leaſt that our King Come here himſelfe to queſtion our delay; For he is footed in this Land already. You ſhalbe ſoone diſpatcht, with faire conditions. A Night is but ſmall breathe, and little pawſe, To anſwer matters of this conſequence.