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 0.82 · 504 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.
Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met; Unto our brother France, and to our Sister Health and fair time of day: joy and good wishes To our most fair and Princely Cousin Katherine: And as a branch and member of this Royalty, By whom this great assembly is contrived, We do salute you Duke of Burgogne, And Princes French and Peers health to you all. Right joyous are we to behold your face. Most worthy brother England, fairly met, So are you Princes (English) every one. So happy be the Issue brother Ireland Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting, As we are now glad to behold your eyes, Your eyes which hitherto have borne In them against the French that met them in their bent, The fatal Balls of murdering Basilisks: The venom of such Looks we fairly hope Have lost their quality, and that this day Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love. To cry A men to that, thus we appear. You English Princes all, I do salute you. My duty to you both, on equal love. Great Kings of France and England: that I have laboured With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours, To bring your most Imperial Majesties Unto this Bar, and Royal interview; Your Mightiness on both parts best can witness. Since than my Office hath so far prevailed, That Face to Face, and Royal Eye to Eye, You have congreeted: let it not disgrace me, If I demand before this Royal view, What Rub, or what Impediment there is, Why that the naked, poor, and mangled Peace, Dear Nurse of Arts, Plenty's, and joyful Births, Should not in this best Garden of the World, Our fertile France, put up her lovely Visage? Alas, she hath from France too long been chased, And all her Husbandry doth lie on heaps, Corrupting in it own fertility. Her Vine, the merry chearer of the heart, Vnpruned, dies: her Hedges even pleached, Like Prisoners wildly overgrown with hair, Put forth disordered Twigs: her fallow Leas, The Darnell, Hemlock, and rank Femetary, Doth root upon; while that the Coulter rusts, That should deracinate such Savagery: The even Mead, that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled Cowslip, Burnet, and green Clover, Wanting the Sith, withal uncorrected, rank; Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems, But hateful Docks, rough Thistles, Keksyes, Burrs, Losing both beauty and utility; And all our Vineyards, Fallows, Meads, and Hedges, Defective in their natures, grow to wildness. Even so our Houses, and ourselves, and Children, Have lost, or do not learn, for want of time, The Sciences that should become our Country; But grow like Savages, as Soldiers will, That nothing do, but meditate on Blood, To Swearing, and stern Looks, defused Attire, And every thing that seems unnatural. Which to reduce into our former favour, You are assembled: and my speech entreats, That I may know the Let why gentle Peace Should not expel these inconveniences, And bless us with her former qualities.
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Position
nodes 2115–2181 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 46 of 51 in this edition
Length
504 words · 713 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T10 — England and France: war, embassy and peacecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.822 (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)
Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met; Vnto our brother France, and to our Siſter Health and faire time of day: Ioy and good wiſhes To our moſt faire and Princely Coſine Katherine: And as a branch and member of this Royalty, By whom this great aſſembly is contriu'd, We do ſalute you Duke o Burgogne, And Princes French and Peeres health to you all. Right ioyous are we to behold your face. Moſt worthy brother England, fairely met, So are you Princes (Engliſh) euery one. So happy be the Iſſue brother Ireland Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting, As we are now glad to behold your eyes, Your eyes which hitherto haue borne In them againſt the French that met them in their bent, The fatall Balls of murthering Baſiliskes: The venome of ſuch Lookes we fairely hope Haue loſt their qualitie, and that this day Shall change all griefes and quarrels into loue. To cry A men to that, thus we appeare. You Engliſh Princes all, I doe ſalute you. My dutie to you both, on equall loue. Great Kings of France and England: that I haue labour'd With all my wits, my paines, and ſtrong endeuors, To bring your moſt Imperiall Maieſties Vnto this Barre, and Royall enterview; Your Mightineſſe on both parts beſt can witneſſe. Since then my Office hath ſo farre preuayl'd, That Face to Face, and Royall Eye to Eye, You haue congreeted: let it not diſgrace me, If I demand before this Royall view, What Rub, or what Impediment there is, Why that the naked, poore, and mangled Peace, Deare Nourſe of Arts, Plentyes, and ioyfull Births, Should not in this beſt Garden of the World, Our fertile France, put vp her louely Viſage? Alas, ſhee hath from France too long been chas'd, And all her Husbandry doth lye on heapes, Corrupting in it owne fertilitie. Her Vine, the merry chearer of the heart, Vnpruned, dyes: her Hedges euen pleach'd, Like Priſoners wildly ouer-growne with hayre, Put forth diſorder'd Twigs: her fallow Leas, The Darnell, Hemlock, and anke Femetary, Doth too vpon; while that the Culter ruſts, That ſhould deacinate ſuch Sauagery: The euen Meade, that erſt brought ſweetly forth The freckled Cowſlip, Burnet, and greene Clouer, Wanting the Sythe, withall vncorrected, ranke; Conceiues by idleneſſe, and nothing teemes, But hatefull Docks, rough Thiſtles, Kekſyes, Burres, Looſing both beautie and vtilitie; And all our Vineyards, Fallowes, Meades, and Hedges, Defectiue in their natures, grow to wildneſſe. Euen ſo our Houſes, and our ſelues, and Children, Haue loſt, or doe not learne, for want of time, The Sciences that ſhould become our Countrey; But grow like Sauages, as Souldiers will, That nothing doe▪ but meditate on Blood, To Swearing, and ſterne Lookes, defus'd Attyre, And euery thing that ſeemes vnnaturall. Which to reduce into our former fauour, You are aſſembled: and my ſpeech entreats, That I may know the Let why gentle Peace Should not expell theſe inconueniences, And bleſſe vs with her former qualities.