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 0.79 · 532 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.
This Moral ties me over to Time, and a hot Summer; and so I shall catch the Fly, your Cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blind to. As Love is my Lord, before it loves. It is so: and you may, some of you, thank Love for my blindness, who cannot see many a fair French City for one fair French Maid that stands in my way. Yes my Lord, you see them perspectively: the Cities turned into a Maid; for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls, that War hath entered. Shall Kate be my Wife? So please you. I am content, so the Maiden Cities you talk of, may wait on her: so the Maid that stood in the way for my Wish, shall show me the way to my Will. We have consented to all terms of reason. Is't so, my Lords of England? The King hath granted every Article: His Daughter first; and in sequel, all, According to their firm proposed natures. Only he hath not yet subscribed this: Nor this I have not Brother so denied, But your request shall make me let it pass. I pray you then, in love and dear alliance, Let that one Article rank with the rest, And thereupon give me your Daughter. Take her fair Son, and from her blood raise up Issue to me, that the contending Kingdoms Of France and England, whose very shores look pale, With envy of each others happiness, May cease their hatred; and this dear Conjunction Plant Neighbourhood and Christianlike accord In their sweet Bosoms: that never War advance His bleeding Sword 'twixt England and fair France. Amen. Now welcome Kate: and bear me witness all, That here I kiss her as my Sovereign Queen. God, the best maker of all Marriages, Combine your hearts in one, your Realms in one: As Man and Wife being two, are one in love, So be there 'twixt your Kingdoms such a Spousal, That never may ill Office, or fell jealousy, Which troubles oft the Bed of blessed Marriage, Thrust in between the Pation of these Kingdoms, To make divorce of their incorporate League: That English may as French, French Englishmen, Receive each other. God speak this Amen. Amen. Prepare we for our Marriage: on which day, My Lord of Burgundy we'll take your Oath And all the Peers, for surety of our Leagues. Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me, And may our Oaths well kept and prosperous be. Thus far with rough, and all-unable Pen, Our bending Author hath pursued the Story, In little room confining mighty men, Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. Small time: but in that small, most greatly lived This Star of England. Fortune made his Sword; By which, the World's best Garden he achieved: And of it left his Son Imperial Lord. Henry the sixth, in Infant Bands crowned King Of France and England, did this King succeed: Whose State so many had the managing, That they lost France, and made his England bleed: Which oft our Stage hath shown; and for their sake, In your fair minds let this acceptance take.
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Position
nodes 2266–2324 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 51 of 51 in this edition
Length
532 words · 675 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T10 — England and France: war, embassy and peacecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.788 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This Morall tyes me ouer to Time, and a hot Summer; and ſo I ſhall catch the Flye, your Couſin, in the latter end, and ſhee muſt be blinde to. As Loue is my Lord, before it loues. It is ſo: and you may, ſome of you, thanke Loue for my blindneſſe, who cannot ſee many a faire French Citie for one faire French Maid that ſtands in my way. Yes my Lord, you ſee them perſpectiuely: the Cities turn'd into a Maid; for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls, that Warre hath entred. Shall Kate be my Wife? So pleaſe you. I am content, ſo the Maiden Cities you talke of, may wait on her: ſo the Maid that ſtood in the way for my Wiſh, ſhall ſhew me the way to my Will. Wee haue conſented to all tearmes of reaſon. Is't ſo, my Lords of England? The King hath graunted euery Article: His Daughter firſt; and in ſequele, all, According to their firme propoſed natures. Onely he hath not yet ſubſcribed this: Nor this I haue not Brother ſo deny'd, But your requeſt ſhall make me let it paſſe. I pray you then, in loue and deare allyance, Let that one Article ranke with the reſt, And thereupon giue me your Daughter. Take her faire Sonne, and from her blood rayſe vp Iſſue to me, that the contending Kingdomes Of France and England, whoſe very ſhoares looke pale, With enuy of each others happineſſe, May ceaſe their hatred; and this deare Coniunction Plant Neighbour-hood and Chriſtian-like accord In their ſweet Boſomes: that neuer Warre aduance His bleeding Sword 'twixt England and faire France. Amen. Now welcome Kate: and beare me witneſſe all, That here I kiſſe her as my Soueraigne Queene. God, the beſt maker of all Marriages, Combine your hearts in one, your Realmes in one: As Man and Wife being two, are one in loue, So be there 'twixt your Kingdomes ſuch a Spouſall, That neuer may ill Office, or fell Iealouſie, Which troubles oft the Bed of bleſſed Marriage, Thruſt in betweene the Pation of theſe Kingdomes, To make diuorce of their incorporate League: That Engliſh may as French, French Engliſhmen, Receiue each other. God ſpeake this Amen. Amen. Prepare we for our Marriage: on which day, My Lord of Burgundy wee'le take your Oath And all the Peeres, for ſuretie of our Leagues. Then ſhall I ſweare to Kate, and you to me, And may our Oathes well kept and proſp'rous be. Thus farre with rough, and all-vnable Pen, Our bending Author hath purſu'd the Story, In little roome confining mightie men, Mangling by ſtarts the full courſe of their glory. Small time: but in that ſmall, moſt greatly liued This Starre of England. Fortune made his Sword; By which, the Worlds beſt Garden he atchieued: And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord. Henry the Sixt, in Infant Bands crown'd King Of France and England, did this King ſucceed: Whoſe State ſo many had the managing, That they loſt France, and made his England bleed: Which oft our Stage hath ſhowne; and for their ſake, In your faire minds let this acceptance take.