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 0.85 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Peace be to France: If France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own; If not, bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven. Whiles we Gods wrathful agent do correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heaven. Peace be to England, if that war return From France to England, there to live in peace: England we love, and for that England's sake, With burden of our armour here we sweat: This toil of ours should be a work of thine; But thou from loving England art so far, That thou hast vnder-wrought his lawful King, Cut off the sequence of posterity, Out-faced Infant State, and done a rape Upon the maiden virtue of the Crown: Look here upon thy brother Geffreyes' face, These eyes, these brows, were moulded out of his; This little abstract doth contain that large, Which died in Geffrey: and the hand of time, Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume: That Geffrey was thy elder brother borne, And this his son, England was Geoffrey's right, And this is Geffreyes' in the name of God: How comes it then that thou art called a King, When living blood doth in these temples beat Which own the crown, that thou ore-masterest? From whom hast thou this great commission To draw my answer from thy Articles? From that supernal judge that stirs good thoughts France, In any beast of strong authority, To look into the blots and stains of right. That judge hath made me guardian to this boy, Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong, And by whose help I mean to chastise it. Alack thou dost usurp authority. Excuse it is to beat usurping down. Who is it thou dost call usurper France? Let me make answer: thy usurping son. Out insolent, thy bastard shall be King, That thou mayst be a Queen, and check the world. My bed was ever to thy son as true As thine was to thy husband, and this boy Liker in feature to his father Geffrey Then thou and Iohn, in manners being as like, As rain to water, or devil to his dam; My boy a bastard? by my soul I think His father never was so true begot, It cannot be, and if thou wert his mother. There's a good mother boy, that blots thy father There's a good grandam boy That would blot thee. Peace. Hear the Crier. What the devil art thou? One that will play the devil sir with you, And a may catch your hide and you alone: You are the Hare of whom the Proverb goes Whose valour plucks dead Lions by the beard; I'll smoke your skin-coat and I catch you right, Sirrah look too't, i'faith I will, i'faith. O well did he become that Lion's robe, That did disrobe the Lion of that robe.
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Peace be to France: If France in peace permit Our iuſt and lineall entrance to our owne; If not, bleede France, and peace aſcend to heauen. Whiles we Gods wrathfull agent doe correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heauen. Peace be to England, if that warre returne From France to England, there to liue in peace: England we loue, and for that Englands ſake, With burden of our armor heere we ſweat: This toyle of ours ſhould be a worke of thine; But thou from louing England art ſo farre, That thou haſt vnder-wrought his lawfull King, Cut off the ſequence of poſterity, Out-faced Infant State, and done a rape Vpon the maiden vertue of the Crowne: Looke heere vpon thy brother Geffreyes face, Theſe eyes, theſe browes, were moulded out of his; This little abſtract doth containe that large, Which died in Gffrey: and the hand of time, Shall draw this breefe into as huge a volume: That Geffrey was thy elder brother borne, And this his ſonne, England was Geffreys right, And this is Geffreyes in the name of God: How comes it then that thou art call'd a King, When liuing blood doth in theſe temples beat Which owe the crowne, that thou ore-maſtereſt? From whom haſt thou this great commiſſion To draw my anſwer from thy Articles? Frō that ſupernal Iudge that ſtirs good thoughts France, In any beaſt of ſtrong authoritie, To looke into the blots and ſtaines of right. That Iudge hath made me guardian to this boy, Vnder whoſe warrant I impeach thy wrong, And by whoſe helpe I meane to chaſtiſe it. Alack thou doſt vſurpe authoritie. Excuſe it is to beat vſurping downe. Who is it thou doſt call vſurper France? Let me make anſwer: thy vſurping ſonne. Out inſolent, thy baſtard ſhall be King, That thou maiſt be a Queen, and checke the world. My bed was euer to thy ſonne as true As thine was to thy husband, and this boy Liker in feature to his father Geffrey Then thou and Iohn, in manners being as like, As raine to water, or deuill to his damme; My boy a baſtard? by my ſoule I thinke His father neuer was ſo true begot, It cannot be, and if thou wert his mother. Theres a good mother boy, that blots thy father There's a good grandame boy That would blot thee. Peace. Heare the Cryer. What the deuill art thou? One that wil play the deuill ſir with you, And a may catch your hide and you alone: You are the Hare of whom the Prouerb goes Whoſe valour plucks dead Lyons by the beard; Ile ſmoake your skin-coat and I catch you right, Sirra looke too't, yfaith I will, yfaith. O well did he become that Lyons robe, That did diſrobe the Lion of that robe.