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 0.83 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
A noble boy, who would not do thee right? Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, As seal to this indenture of my love: That to my home I will no more return Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, Together with that pale, that white-faced shore, Whose foot spurns back the Ocean's roaring tides, And coops from other lands her Islanders, Even till that England hedged in with the main, That Water-walled Bulwark, still secure And confident from foreign purposes, Even till that utmost corner of the West Salute thee for her King, till then fair boy Will I not think of home, but follow Arms. O take his mother's thanks, a widow's thanks, Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength, To make a more requital to your love. The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war. Well, then to work our Cannon shall be bend Against the brows of this resisting town, Call for our chiefest men of discipline, To cull the plots of best advantages: we'll lay before this town our Royal bones, Wade to the marketplace in Frenchman's blood, But we will make it subject to this boy. Stay for an answer to your Embassy, Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood, My Lord Chattilion may from England bring That right in peace which here we urge in war, And then we shall repent each drop of blood, That hot rash haste so indirectly shed. A wonder Lady: lo upon thy wish Our Messenger Chattilion is arrived, What England says, say briefly gentle Lord, We coldly pause for thee, Chatilion speak, Then turn your forces from this paltry siege, And stir them up against a mightier task: England impatient of your just demands, Hath put himself in Arms, the adverse winds Whose leisure I have stayed, have given him time To land his Legions all as soon as I: His marches are expedient to this town, His forces strong, his Soldiers confident: With him along is come the Mother Queen, An Ace stirring him to blood and strife, With her her Niece, the Lady Blanch of Spain, With them a Bastard of the Kings deceased, And all th' unsettled humours of the Land, Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries, With Lady's faces, and fierce Dragon's spleens, Have sold their fortunes at their native homes, Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs, To make a hazard of new fortunes here: In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits Then now the English bottoms have waft o'er, Did never float upon the swelling tide, To do offence and scathe in Christendom: The interruption of their churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance, they are at hand, To parley or to fight, therefore prepare. How much unlooked for, is this expedition. By how much unexpected, by so much We must awake endeavour for defence, For courage mounteth with occasion, Let them be welcome then, we are prepared.
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A noble boy, who would not doe thee right? Vpon thy cheeke lay I this zelous kiſſe, As ſeale to this indenture of my loue: That to my home I will no more returne Till Angiers, and the right thou haſt in France, Together with that pale, that white-fac'd ſhore, Whoſe foot ſpurnes backe the Oceans roaring tides, And coopes from other lands her Ilanders, Euen till that England hedg'd in with the maine, That Water-walled Bulwarke, ſtill ſecure And confident from forreine purpoſes, Euen till that vtmoſt corner of the Weſt Salute thee for her King, till then faire boy Will I not thinke of home, but follow Armes. O take his mothers thanks, a widdows thanks, Till your ſtrong hand ſhall helpe to giue him ſtrength, To make a more requitall to your loue. The peace of heauen is theirs yt lift their ſwords In ſuch a iuſt and charitable warre. Well, then to worke our Cannon ſhall be bent Againſt the browes of this reſiſting towne, Call for our cheefeſt men of diſcipline, To cull the plots of beſt aduantages: Wee'll lay before this towne our Royal bones, Wade to the market-place in French-mens bloud, But we will make it ſubiect to this boy. Stay for an anſwer to your Embaſſie, Leſt vnaduis'd you ſtaine your ſwords with bloud, My Lord Chattilion may from England bring That right in peace which heere we vrge in warre, And then we ſhall repent each drop of bloud, That hot raſh haſte ſo indirectly ſhedde. A wonder Lady: lo vpon thy wiſh Our Meſſenger Chattilion is arriu'd, What England ſaies, ſay breefely gentle Lord, We coldly pauſe for thee, Chatilion ſpeake, Then turne your forces from this paltry ſiege, And ſtirre them vp againſt a mightier taske: England impatient of your iuſt demands, Hath put himſelfe in Armes, the aduerſe windes Whoſe leiſure I haue ſtaid, haue giuen him time To land his Legions all as ſoone as I: His marches are expedient to this towne, His forces ſtrong, his Souldiers confident: With him along is come the Mother Queene, An Ace ſtirring him to bloud and ſtrife, With her her Neece, the Lady Blanch of Spaine, With them a Baſtard of the Kings deceaſt, And all th' vnſetled humors of the Land, Raſh, inconſiderate, fiery voluntaries, With Ladies faces, and fierce Dragons ſpleenes, Haue ſold their fortunes at their natiue homes, Bearing their birth-rights proudly on their backs, To make a hazard of new fortunes heere: In briefe, a brauer choyſe of dauntleſſe ſpirits Then now the Engliſh bottomes haue waft o're, Did neuer flote vpon the ſwelling tide, To doe offence and ſcathe in Chriſtendome: The interruption of their churliſh drums Cuts off more circumſtance, they are at hand, To parlie or to fight, therefore prepare. How much vnlook'd for, is this expedition. By how much vnexpected, by ſo much We muſt awake indeuor for defence, For courage mounteth with occaſion, Let them be welcome then, we are prepar'd.