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 0.83 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Such just proportion Princes still should keep. Brave Lord of Bulloigne join your Troops with ours, That are by birth approved Englishmen: And Lord of France that under your conduct Have ready armed ten thousand fighting men, To fight with us for fair jerusalem, Distressed by misbelieving Infidels, Let us unite a friendly Christian league. We have entered, valiant Lords, upon our way Even to the midst of fertile Lombary, By writers termed the Garden of the world. Half of our way we have overcome already: Then let us here in camp upon these Downs. But stay, what threatening voice of warfare sounds. Had not young Eustace in the seas been drowned, I should have said, he treads upon this ground. And but none scaped the dangerous seas save I, This Frenchman I should think my brother Guy. Princes, my Master County Palatine, Wondering what bold foot durst presume to tread Upon his Confines without asking leave, Sends me to know the cause of your arrive: Or why the armed hooves of your fiery steeds Dare wound the forehead of his peaceful Land. Dare? sends thy Lord in that ambitious key. Or hath the pride of thy refined tongue Guilded thy message with these words of scorn? Add'st thou unto thy message, Knight, or no? The naked tenor of my masters mind Thus I enfold; rash saucy insolent, That by audacious boldness have not feared To break into my sovereign's royal pale; I charge you to return the way you came, And step by step tell every tedious stride, That you have measured rashly in his Land: Or by the honour of his name he swears, To chase you from the margin of his Coast, With an unnumbered Army and huge Host. March back again? Oh scandal to our names! Have we deserved to be so censured on, Though not one man upon my part would stand, Alone I'll pierce the bowels of his Land. Basely retire, and thirty thousand strong? Were the whole world's power ambushed in our way, Yet would we on. Return dishonourably? Forward I'll march, though every step I tread Plunge me in blood, thus high above my head. Princes, have patience, let me answer him. Knight, I condemn not thee for speaking boldly The proud defiance that thy Master sends: But mildly we return our pleasures thus. We do confess it was some oversight To march so far, without some notice given Unto the Lord and Prince that owes the Land: And we could wish that we had craved his leave. But since 'tis thus, that we have marched thus far, And basely to retire is infamous. (If not with leave) we forward mean to go: Despite of King or Emperor shall say no. I will inform the Prince my Sovereign so. That young knight's face, methinks, I well should know. I see the swords were sharped 'gainst Infidels, Must be employed to lavish Christian blood. Upon his soul lie all the heinous guilt, Who being a Christian Prince, forbids and bars Our quiet passage to these Pagan wars.
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Such iust proportion Princes still should keepe. Braue Lord of Bulloigne ioyne your Troupes with ours, That are by birth approued Englishmen: And Lord of France that vnder your conduct Haue ready arm'd ten thousand fighting men, To fight with vs for faire salem, Direst by mis-beleeuing Infidels, Let vs vnite a friendly Christian league. We haue entred, valiant Lords, vpon our way Euen to the midst of fertile Lumbardy, By writers term'd the Garden of the world. Halfe o our way we haue ouercome already: Then let vs here in campe vpon these Downes. But stay, what threatning voyce of warfare sounds. Had not yong Eustace in the seas bene drown'd, I should haue said, he treads vpon this ground. And but none scap'd the dangerous seas saue I, This French-man I should thinke my brother Guy. Princes, my Maister County Palatine, Wondring what bold foote durst presume to tread Vpon his Confines without asking leaue, Sends me to know the cause of your arriue: Or why the arm'd hoofes of your fiery seeds Dare wound the fore-head of his peacefull Land. Dare? sends thy Lord in that ambitious key▪ Or hath the pride of thy refined tongue Guilded thy message with these words of scorne? Add'st thou vnto thy message, Knight, or no? The naked tenour of my Maisters minde▪ Thus I infold; rash saucy insolent, That by audacious boldnesse haue not fear'd To breake into my Soueraignes royall pale; I charge you to returne the way you came, And step by step tell euery tedious stride, That you haue measured rashly in his Land: Or by the honour of his name he sweares, To chace you from the margent of his Coast, With a vnnumbred Army and huge Hoast. March backe againe? Oh scandall to our names▪ Haue we deseru'd to be so censur'd on, Though not one man vpon my part would stand, Alone I'le pierce the bowels of his Land. Basely retire, and thirty thousand strong? Were the whole worlds power ambusht in our way▪ Yet would we on. Returne dishonourably? Forward Il'e march, though euery step I tread Plunge me in bloud, thus high aboue my head. Princes, haue patience, let me answere him. Knight, I condemne not thee for speaking boldly The proud defiance that thy Maister sends: But mildly we returne our pleasures thus. We do confesse it was some ouer-sight To march so farre, without some notice giuen Vnto the Lord and Prince that owes the Land: And we could wish that we had crau'd his leaue. But since 'tis thus, that we haue march'd thus farre, And basely to retire is infamous. (If not with leaue) wee forward meane to go: Despight of King or Emp'rour shall say no. I will informe the Prince my Soueraigne so. That yong Knights face, me thinkes, I well should know. I see the swords were sharpt 'gainst Infidels, Must be employ'd to lauish Christian bloud. Vpon his soule lye all the heynous guilt, Who being a Christian Prince, forbids and barres Our quiet passage to these Pagan warres.