Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.89 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
I reck thee not, my frown thou canst not fright. we are no babe; or if we were, yet know Thy proud face cannot like a Bugbear show. Thou hast struck fire upon a flinty spirit. Thinkest thou, because thou leadest the French Kings troops, And art Commander of a few bold French, That we will yield the upper hand to thee? I let thee know thou hast dishonoured me. I let thee know thou hast done as much by me. Thinkest thou, thou canst outface me? proud man, no: Know I esteem thee as too weak a foe. Now by my Knighthood I'll revenge this wrong; And for that word, thy heart shall curse thy tongue. What mean these hasty Princes thus to jar, And bend their swords against their mutual breasts, Whose edge were sharpened for their enemies' crests? He shall not march before me. But I will. Zounds but thou shalt not, by this blessed day, I'll pitch thee like a bar out of my way. Thy arms want strength, thou canst not toss me so. No, can they not? by heaven I'll try a throw. Princes, I charge you by the honoured zeal, And love to him for whom ye come to fight, To cease this envy and abortive jar. The fields are broad enough for both to march, And neither have the vantage of the ground. Robert, mine arm shall act a wondrous thing, I'll hurl him like a stone out of a sling. Not have the way? I'll fling thee on the earth, And then march over thee with all my Troops. Robert of Normandy, by all the honour Thou hop'st t'achieve thee in these holy wars, Stand from betwixt us, let's but try one fall I'll cast his cork-like trunk by wondrous skill, As Hercules threw Lycas from an Hill. For God's sake and our saviours, in whose book Ye now are entered as his soldiers priest, In whose Camp Royal if ye mutiny, Ye are found guilty by his martial Law, And worthy death: I charge you Princes both, T'abandon this injurious enmity. Stand you betwixt the Soldiers, lest this sting Of blind seditions, reign in this our Army And feed upon our bodies like a plague. Princes I charge you by your saviours blood Shed for your sins, ye shed none at this time. Well let him march before, I will resign: Robert prevails; Frenchman the right is thine. I will not march first; but in courtesy I will resign that honoured place to thee; But what a King should say, I should not do With violent rage that would I run into. Go on, by heaven you shall, I yield it you; By heaven you shall, the place I freely grant. Friendship can more with me, then rude constraint. Thy honoured love with honour I return, What thou wouldst give me, I resign thee back; This kind reply to me stands like a charm, Then royally let's march on arm in arm.
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I reck thee not, my frowne thou canst not . Wee are no babe; or if we were, yet know Thy proud face cannot like a Bug-beare show. Thou hast strucke fire vpon a flinty spirit. Think'st thou, because thou lead'st the French Kings troupes, And art Commander of a few bold French, That we will yeeld the vpper hand to thee? I let thee know thou hast dishonoured mee. I let thee know thou hast done as much by me. Think'st thou, thou canst outface me? proud man, no: Know I esteeme thee as too weake a foe. Now by my Knight-hood I'le reuenge this wrong; And for that word, thy heart shall curse thy tongue. What meane these hasty Princes thus to iarre, And bend their swords against their mutuall breasts, Whose edge were sharpned for their enemies crests? He shall not march before me. But I will. Zounds but thou shalt not, by this blessed day, I'le pitch thee like a barre out of my way. Thy armes want strength, thou canst not tosse me so. No, can they not? by heauen I'le try a throw. Princes, I charge you by the honoured zeale, And loue to him for whom ye come to fight, To cease this enuy and abortiue iarre. The fields are broad enough for both to march, And neither haue the vantage of the ground. Robert, mine arme shall act a wondrous thing, I'le hurle him like a stone out of a sling. Not haue the way? I'le fling thee on the earth, And then march ouer thee with all my Troupes. Robert of Normandy, by all the honour Thou hop'st t'atchiue thee in these holy warres, Stand from betwixt vs, let's but try one fall I'le cast his corke-like trunkè by wondrous skill, As Hercules threw Lycas from an Hill. For Gods sake and our Sauiours, in whose booke Yee now are entred as his souldiers prest, In whose Campe Royall if yee mutiny▪ Yee are found guilty by his martiall Law, And worthy death: I charge you Princes both, T'abandon this iniurious enmity. Stand you betwixt the Souldiers, lest this sting Of blinde seditions, raigne in this our Army And feed vpon our bodies like a plague. Princes I charge you by your Sauiours bloud Shed for your sinnes, yee shed none at this time. Well let him march before, I will resigne: Roert preuailes; French-man the right is thine. I will not march first; but in courtesie I will resigne that honoured place to thee; But what a King should say, I should not do With violent rage that would I runne into. Go on, by heauen you shall, I yeeld it you; By heauen you shall, the place I freely grant. Friendship can more with me, then rude constraint. Thy honoured loue with honour I returne, What thou would'st giue me, I resigne thee backe; This kinde reply to me stands like a charme, Then royally let's march on arme in arme.