Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1591] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.81 · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
NOw say Chatillon, what would France with us? Thus (after greeting) speaks the King of France, In my behaviour to the Majesty, The borrowed Majesty of England here. A strange beginning: borrowed Majesty? Silence (good mother) hear the Embassy. Philip of France, in right and true behalf Of thy deceased brother, Geffreyes' son, Arthur Plantagines, lays most lawful claim To this fair Island, and the Territories: To Ireland, Poitiers, Aniowe, Torayne, Maine, Desiring thee to lay aside the sword Which sways usurpingly these several titles, And put the same into young Arthur's hand, Thy Nephew, and right royal Sovereign. What follows if we disallow of this? The proud control of fierce and bloody war, To enforce these rights, so forcibly withheld, here have we what for war, & blood for blood, Controlment for controlment: so answer France. Then take my King's defiance from my mouth, The farthest limit of my Embassy. Bear mine to him, and so departed in peace, Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France: For ere thou canst report, I will be there: The thunder of my Cannon shall be heard, So hence: be thou the trumpet of our wraths And sullen presage of your own decay; An honourable conduct let him have, Pembroke look too't farewell Chattillion. What now my son, have I not ever said How that ambitious Constance would not coast Till she had kindled France and all the world, Upon the right and party of her son. This might have been prevented, and made whole With very easy arguments of love, Which now the mannage of two kingdoms must With fearful bloody issue arbitrate, Out strong possession, and our right for us, Your strong possession much more than your right, Or else it must go wrong with you and me, So much my conscience whispers in your ear, Which none but heaven, and you, and I, shall hear. My Liege, here is the strangest controversy Come from the Country to be judged by you That ere I heard: shall I produce the men? Let them approach: Our Abbeys and our Priories shall pay This expeditious charge what men are you? Your faithful subject, I a gentleman, Borne in Northamptonshire, and eldest son As I suppose, to Robert Faulconbridge, A Soldier by the Honor-giving-hand Of Cordelion, Knighted in the field. What art thou? The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge. Is that the elder, and art thou the heir? You came not of one mother than it seems. Most certain of one mother, mighty King. That is well known, and as I think one father: But for the certain knowledge of that truth, I put you o'er to heaven, and to my mother; Of that I doubt, as all men's children may.
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NOw ſay Chatillion, what would France with vs? Thus (after greeting) ſpeakes the King of France, In my behauiour to the Maieſty▪ The borrowed Maieſty of England heere. A ſtrange beginning: borrowed Maieſty? Silence (good mother) heare the Embaſſie. Philip of France, in right and true behalfe Of thy deceaſed brother, Geffreyes ſonne, Arthur Plantagines, laies moſt lawfull claime To this faire Iland, and the Territories: To Ireland, Poyctiers, Aniowe, Torayne, Maine, Deſiring thee to lay aſide the ſword Which ſwaies vſurpingly theſe ſeuerall titles, And put the ſame into yong Arthurs hand, Thy Nephew, and right royall Soueraigne▪ What followes if we diſallow of this? The proud controle of fierce and bloudy warre, To inforce theſe rights, ſo forcibly with-held, Heere haue we wat for war, & bloud for bloud, Controlement for controlement▪ ſo anſwer France. Then take my Kings defiance from my mouth, The fartheſt limit of my Embaſſie. Beare mine to him, and ſo depart in peace, Be thou as lightning in the eies of France: For ere thou canſt report, I will be there: The thunder of my Cannon ſhall be heard, So hence: be thou the trumpet of our wraths And ſullen preſage of your owne decay; An honourable conduct let him haue, Pembroke looke too't farewell Chattillion. What now my ſonne, haue I not euer ſaid How that ambitious Constance would not coaſt Till ſhe had kindled France and all the world, Vpon the right and party of her ſonne. This might haue beene preueed, and made whole With very eaſie arguments of loue, Which now the manage of two kingdomes muſt With fearefull bloudy iſſue arbitrate, Out ſtrong poſſeſſion, and our right for vs, Your ſtrong poſſeſsiō much more then your right, Or elſe it muſt go wrong with you and me, So much my conſcience whiſpers in your eare, Which none but heauen, and you, and I, ſhall heare. My Liege, here is the ſtrangeſt controuerſie Come from the Country to be iudg'd by you That ere I heard: ſhall I produce the men? Let them approach: Our Abbies and our Priories ſhall pay This expeditious charge what men are you? Your faithfull ſubiect, I a gentleman, Borne in Northamptonſhire, and eldeſt ſonne As I ſuppoſe, to Robert Faulconbridge, A Souldier by the Honor-giuing-hand Of Cordelion, Knighted in the field. What art thou? The ſon and heire to that ſame Faulconbridge. Is that the elder, and art thou the heyre? You came not of one mother then it ſeemes. Moſt certain of one mother, mighty King. That is well knowne, and as I thinke one father: But for the certaine knowledge of that truth, I put you o're to heauen, and to my mother; Of that I doubt, as all mens children may.