S., W. · published 1613 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 479 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.
How say you, I'll tell you what master Thomas▪ If all men be of this Gentleman's mind, Let's keep our standings upon this Bridge, We shall get more here with begging in one day, Then I shall with making Horseshoes in a whole year. No Hodge, we must begun unto Bononia, There to relieve the noble Earl of Bedford: Where if I fail not in my policy, I shall deceive their subtle treachery. Nay I'll follow you, God bless us from the thieving Bandettoes again. Am I betrayed, was Bedforde borne to die, By such base slaves in such a place as this? Have I escaped so many times in France, So many battles have I over passed, And made the French stir when they heard my name; And am I now betrayed unto my death? Some of their heart's blood first shall pay for it. They do desire my Lord to speak with you. The traitors do desire to have my blood, But by my birth, my honour, and my name, By all my hopes, my life shall cost them dear. Open the door, i'll venture out upon them, And if I must die, then i'll die with honour. Alas my Lord that is a desperate course, They have begirt you round about the house: Their meaning is to take you prisoner, And so to send your body unto France. First shall the Ocean beas dry as sand, Before alive they send me unto France: I'll have my body first bored like a Sieve, And die as Hector, 'gainst the Myrmidons, Ear France shall boast Bedfords their prisoner, Treacherous France that 'gainst the law of arms: Hath here betrayed thy enemy to death, But be assured my blood shall be revenged, Upon the best lives that remains in France: Stand back, or else thy runnest upon thy death. Pardon my Lord, I come to tell your honour That they have hired a Neapolitan, Who by his Oratory hath promised them Without the shedding of one drop of blood, Into their hands safe to deliver you, And therefore craves none but himself may enter, And a poor swain that attends on him. A Neapolitan, bid him come in, Were he as cunning in his eloquence As Cicero the famous man of Rome, His words would be as chaff against the wind, Sweet tongued Vlesses that made Ajax mad; Were he and his tongue in this speakers head, Alive he wins me not, then 'tis no conquest dead. Sir, are you the master of the house? I am sir. By this same token you must leave this place, And leave none but the Earl and I together, And this my Peasant here to tend on us. With all my heart, God grant, you do some good. Now sir what's your will with me? Intends your honour, not to yield yourself:
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How ſay you, Ile tell you what maiſter Thomas▪ If all men be of this Gentlemans minde, Lets keepe our ſtandings vpon this Bridge, We ſhall get more here with begging in one day, Then I ſhall with making Horſhoes in a whole yeere. No Hodge, we muſt begone vnto Bononia, There to releeue the noble Earle of Bedford: Where if I faile not in my policie, I ſhall deceiue their ſubtile treachery. Nay Ile follow you, God bleſſe vs from the theeuing Bandettoes againe. Am I betraide, was Bedforde borne to die, By ſuch baſe ſlaues in ſuch a place as this? Haue I eſcaped ſo many times in France, So many battailes haue I ouer paſſed, And made the French ſtirre when they hard my name; And am I now betraide vnto my death? Some of their harts bloud firſt ſhall pay for it. They doe deſire my Lord to ſpeake with you. The traitors doe deſire to haue my bloud, But by my birth, my honour, and my name, By all my hopes, my life ſhall coſt them deare. Open the dore, ile venter out vpon them, And if I muſt die, then ile die with honour. Alas my Lord that is a deſperate courſe, They haue begirt you round about the houſe: Their meaning is to take you priſoner, And ſo to ſend your body vnto France. Firſt ſhall the Ocean beas dry as ſand, Before aliue they ſend me vnto France: Ile haue my body firſt bored like a Siue, And die as Hector, gainſt the Mermidons, Eare France ſhall boaſt Bedfordes their priſoner, Trecherous France that gainſt the law of armes: Hath here betraide thy enemy to death, But be aſſured my bloud ſhall be reuenged, Vpon the beſt liues that remaines in France: Stand backe, or elſe thy run'ſt vpon thy death. Pardon my Lord, I come to tell your honour That they haue hired a Neopolitan, Who by his Oratorie hath promiſed them Without the ſhedding of one drop of bloud, Into their hands ſafe to deliuer you, And therefore craues none but himſelfe may enter, And a poore ſwaine that attends on him. A Neapolitan, bid him come in, Were he as cunning in his eloquence As Cicero the famous man of Rome, His words would be as chaffe againſt the winde, Sweet tong'd Vleſſes that made Aiaxe mad; Were he and his tongue in this ſpeakers head, Aliue he winnes me not, then tis no conqueſt dead. Sir, are you the maiſter of the houſe? I am ſir. By this ſame token you muſt leaue this place, And leaue none but the Earle and I together, And this my Peſſant here to tend on vs. With all my hart, God grant, you doe ſome good. Now ſir whats your will with me? Intends your honour, not to yeeld your ſelfe: