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 · 537 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.
Vouchsafe to those that have not read the Story, That I may prompt them: and of such as have, I humbly pray them to admit th' excuse Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, Which cannot in their huge and proper life, Be here presented. Now we bear the King Toward Calais: Grant him there; there seen, Heave him away upon your winged thoughts, Athwart the Sea: Behold the English beach Pales in the flood; with Men, Wives, and Boys, Whose shouts & claps out-voyce the deepmouthed Sea, Which like a mighty Whiffler 'fore the King, Seems to prepare his way: So let him land, And solemnly see him set on to London. So swift a pace hath Thought, that even now You may imagine him upon Black-Heath: Where, that his Lords desire him, to have borne His bruised Helmet, and his bended Sword Before him, through the City: he forbids it, Being free from vainness, and self-glorious pride; Giving full Trophy, Signal, and Ostent, Quite from himself, to God. But now behold, In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought, How London doth pour out her Citizens, The Mayor and all his Brethren in best sort, Like to the Senators of th' antique Rome, With the Plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their Conquering Caesar in: As by a lower, but by loving likelihood, Were now the General of our gracious Empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword; How many would the peaceful City quit, To welcome him? much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry. Now in London place him. As yet the lamentation of the French Invites the King of England's stay at home: The emperor's coming in behalf of France, To order peace between them: and omit All the occurrences, what ever chanced, Till Harry's back return again to France: There must we bring him; and myself have played The interim, by remembering you 'tis past. Then brook abridgement, and your eyes advance, After your thoughts, strait back again to France. Nay, that's right: but why wear you your Leek to day? S. Dauies day is past. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you ass my friend, Captain Gower; the rascally, scauld, beggarly, lousy, bragging Knave Pistol, which you and yourself, and all the World, know to be no better than a fellow, look you now, of no merits: he is come to me, and brings me bread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my Leek: it was in a place where I could not breed no contention with him; but I will be so bold as to wear it in my Cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires. Why here he comes, swelling like a Turkeycock. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his Turkeycocks. God pless you ancient Pistol: you scurvy lousy Knave, God pless you. Ha', art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan, to have me fold up Parca's fatal Web? Hence; I am qualmish at the smell of Leek.
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Vouchſafe to thoſe that haue not read the Story, That I may prompt them: and of ſuch as haue, I humbly pray them to admit th' excuſe Of time, of numbers, and due courſe of things, Which cannot in their huge and proper life, Be here preſented. Now we beare the King Toward Callice: Graunt him there; there ſeene, Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts, Athwart the Sea: Behold the Engliſh beach Pales in the flood; with Men, Wiues, and Boyes, Whoſe ſhouts & claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea, Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King, Seemes to prepare his way: So let him land, And ſolemnly ſee him ſet on to London. So ſwift a pace hath Thought, that euen now You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath: Where, that his Lords deſire him, to haue borne His bruiſed Helmet, and his bended Sword Before him, through the Citie: he forbids it, Being free from vain-neſſe, and ſelfe-glorious pride; Giuing full Trophee, Signall, and Oſtent, Quite from himſelfe, to God. But now behold, In the quick Forge and working-houſe of Thought, How London doth powre out her Citizens, The Maior and all his Brethren in beſt ſort, Like to the Senatours of th' antique Rome, With the Plebeians ſwarming at their heeles, Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Caeſar in: As by a lower, but by louing likelyhood, Were now the Generall of our gracious Empreſſe, As in good time he may, from Ireland comming, Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword; How many would the peacefull Citie quit, To welcome him? much more, and much more cauſe, Did they this Harry. Now in London place him. As yet the lamentation of the French Inuites the King of Englands ſtay at home: The Emperour's comming in behalfe of France, To order peace betweene them: and omit All the occurrences, what euer chanc't, Till Harryes backe returne againe to France: There muſt we bring him; and my ſelfe haue play'd The interim, by remembring you 'tis paſt. Then brooke abridgement, and your eyes aduance, After your thoughts, ſtraight backe againe to France. Nay, that's right: but why weare you your Leeke to day? S. Dauies day is paſt. There is occaſions and cauſes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you aſſe my friend, Captaine Gower; the raſcally, ſcauld, beggerly, lowſie, pragging Knaue Piſtoll, which you and your ſelfe, and all the World, know to be no petter then a fellow, looke you now, of no merits: hee is come to me, and prings me pread and ſault yeſterday, looke you, and bid me eate my Leeke: it was in a place where I could not breed no contention with him; but I will be ſo bold as to weare it in my Cap till I ſee him once againe, and then I will tell him a little piece of my deſires. Why heere hee comes, ſwelling like a Turkycock. 'Tis no matter for his ſwellings, nor his Turkycocks. God pleſſe you aunchient Pistoll: you ſcuruie lowſie Knaue, God pleſſe you. Ha, art thou bedlam? doeſt thou thirſt, baſe Troian, to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web? Hence; I am qualmiſh at the ſmell of Leeke.