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 0.80 · 534 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.
Thus with imagined wing our swift Scene flies, In motion of no less celerity then that of Thought. Suppose, that you have seen The well-appointed King at Dover Peer, Embark his Royalty: and his brave Fleet, With silken Streamers, the young Phoebus feigning; Play with your Fancies: and in them behold, Upon the Hempen Tackle, Shipboys climbing; Hear the shrill Whistle, which doth order give To sounds confused: behold the threaden Sails, Borne with th' invisible and creeping Wind, Draw the huge Bottoms through the furrowed Sea, Bresting the lofty Surge. O, do but think You stand upon the Rivage, and behold A City on th' inconstant Billows dancing: For so appears this Fleet Majestical, Holding due course to Harflew. Fellow, follow: Grapple your minds to sternage of this Navy, And leave your England as dead Midnight, still, Guarded with Grandsires, Babies, and old Women, Either passed, or not arrived to pith and puissance: For who is he, whose Chin is but enriched With one appearing Hair, that will not follow These culled and choyse-drawne Cavaliers to France? Work, work your Thoughts, and therein see a Siege: Behold the Ordnance on their Carriages, With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harflew. Suppose th' Ambassador from the French comes back: Tells Harry, That the King doth offer him Katherine his Daughter, and with her to Dowry, Some petty and unprofitable Dukedoms. The offer likes not: and the nimble Gunner With Lynstock now the devilish Cannon touches And down goes all before them. Still be kind, And eke out our performance with your mind. Once more unto the Breach, Dear friends, once more; Or close the Wall up with our English dead: In Peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness, and humility: But when the blast of War blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the Tiger: Stiffen the sinews, commune up the blood, Disguise fair Nature with hard-favoured Rage: Then lend the Eye a terrible aspect: Let it pry through the portage of the Head, Like the Brass Cannon: let the Brow o'erwhelm it, As fearfully, as doth a galled Rock O're-hang and iutty his confounded Base, Swilled with the wild and wasteful Ocean, Now set the Teeth, and stretch the Nostril wide, Hold hard the Breath, and bend up every Spirit To his full height. On, on, you Noblish English, Whose blood is fet from Fathers of Warre-proofe: Fathers, that like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from Morn till Even fought, And sheathed their Swords, for lack of argument. Dishonour not your Mothers: now attest, That those whom you called Fathers, did beget you. Be Copy now to me of grosser blood, And teach them how to War. And you good Yeomen, Whose Limbs were made in England; show us here The metal of your Pasture: let us swear, That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not: For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not Noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like Greyhounds in the slips, Straying upon the Start. The Game's afoot: Fellow your Spirit; and upon this Charge, Cry, God for Harry, England, and S. George.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 904–973 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 51 in this edition
Length
534 words · 763 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T10 — England and France: war, embassy and peacecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.800 (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)
Thus with imagin'd wing our ſwift Scene flyes, In motion of no leſſe celeritie then that of Thought. Suppoſe, that you haue ſeene The well-appointed King at Douer Peer, Embarke his Royaltie: and his braue Fleet, With ſilken Streamers, the young Phebus fayning; Play with your Fancies: and in them behold, Vpon the Hempen Tackle, Ship-boyes climbing; Heare the ſhrill Whiſtle, which doth order giue To ſounds confus'd: behold the threaden Sayles, Borne with th' inuiſible and creeping Wind, Draw the huge Bottomes through the furrowed Sea, Breſting the loftie Surge. O, doe but thinke You ſtand vpon the Riuage▪ and behold A Citie on th' inconſtant Billowes dauncing: For ſo appeares this Fleet Maieſticall, Holding due courſe to Harflew. Follow, follow: Grapple your minds to ſternage of this Nauie, And leaue your England as dead Mid-night, ſtill, Guarded with Grandſires, Babyes, and old Women, Eyther paſt, or not arriu'd to pyth and puiſſance: For who is he, whoſe Chin is but enricht With one appearing Hayre, that will not follow Theſe cull'd and choyſe-drawne Caualiers to France? Worke, worke your Thoughts, and therein ſee a Siege: Behold the Ordenance on their Carriages, With fatall mouthes gaping on girded Harflew. Suppoſe th' Embaſſador from the French comes back: Tells Harry, That the King doth offer him Katherine his Daughter, and with her to Dowrie, Some petty and vnprofitable Dukedomes. The offer likes not: and the nimble Gunner With Lynſtock now the diuelliſh Cannon touches And downe goes all before them. Still be kind, And eech out our performance with your mind. Once more vnto the Breach, Deare friends, once more; Or cloſe the Wall vp with our Engliſh dead: In Peace, there's nothing ſo becomes a man, As modeſt ſtillneſſe, and humilitie: But when the blaſt of Warre blowes in our eares, Then imitate the action of the Tyger: Stiffen the ſinewes, commune vp the blood, Diſguiſe faire Nature with hard-fauour'd Rage: Then lend the Eye a terrible aſpect: Let it pry through the portage of the Head, Like the Braſſe Cannon: let the Brow o'rewhelme it, As fearefully, as doth a galled Rocke O're-hang and iutty his confounded Baſe, Swill'd with the wild and waſtfull Ocean, Now ſet the Teeth, and ſtretch the Noſthrill wide, Hold hard the Breath, and bend vp euery Spirit To his full height. On, on, you Nobliſh Engliſh, Whoſe blood is fet from Fathers of Warre-proofe: Fathers, that like ſo many Alexanders, Haue in theſe parts from Morne till Euen fought, And ſheath'd their Swords, for lack of argument. Diſhonour not your Mothers: now atteſt, That thoſe whom you call'd Fathers, did beget you. Be Coppy now to me of groſſer blood, And teach them how to Warre. And you good Yeomen, Whoſe Lyms were made in England; ſhew vs here The mettell of your Paſture: let vs ſweare, That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not: For there is none of you ſo meane and baſe, That hath not Noble luſter in your eyes. I ſee you ſtand like Grey-hounds in the ſlips, Straying vpon the Start. The Game's afoot: Follow your Spirit; and vpon this Charge, Cry, God for Harry, England, and S. George.