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 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
It lies as sightly on the back of him As great Alcides' shoes upon an Ass: But Ass, I'll take that burden from your back, Or lay on that shall make your shoulders crack. What cracker is this same that deafs our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath? King Lewis, determine what we shall do straight. Women & fools, break off your conference. King Iohn, this is the very sum of all: England and Ireland, Angiers, Touraine, Maine, In right of Arthur do I claim of thee: Wilt thou resign them, and lay down thy Arms? My life as soon: I do defy thee France, Arthur of Britain, yield thee to my hand, And out of my dear love I'll give thee more, Then ere the coward hand of France can win; Submit thee boy. Come to thy grandam child. Do child, go to it grandam child, Give grandam kingdom, and it grandam will Give it a plum, a cherry, and a fig, There's a good grandam. Good my mother peace, I would that I were low laid in my grave, I am not worth this coil that's made for me. His mother shames him so, poor boy he weeps. Now shame upon you where she does or no, His grandame's wrongs, and not his mother's shames Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee: I, with these crystal beads heaven shall be bribed To do him justice, and revenge on you. Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth. Thou monstrous of Injurer of heaven and earth, Call not me slanderer, thou and thine usurp The Dominations, Royalties, and rights Of this oppressed boy; this is thy eldest sons son, Infortunate in nothing but in thee: Thy sins are visited in this poor child, The Canon of the Law is laid on him, Being but the second generation Removed from thy sinne-conceiving womb. Bedlam have done. I have but this to say, That he is not only plagued for her sin, But God hath made her sin and her, the plague On this removed issue, plagued for her, And with her plague her sin: his injury Her injury the Beadle to her sin, All punished in the person of this child, And all for her, a plague upon her. Thou unadvised scold, I can produce A Will, that bars the title of thy son. I who doubts that, a Will: a wicked will, A woman's will, a cankered Grandams will. Peace Lady, pause, or be more temperate, It ill beseems this presence to cry aim To these ill-tuned repetitions: Some Trumpet summon hither to the walls These men of Angiers, let us hear them speak, Whose title they admit, Arthur's or Iohns. Who is it that hath warned us to the walls? 'Tis France, for England. England for itself: You men of Angiers, and my loving subjects. You loving men of Angiers, Arthur's subjects, Our Trumpet called you to this gentle parley.
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It lies as ſightly on the backe of him As great Alcides ſhooes vpon an Aſſe: But Aſſe, Ile take that burthen from your backe, Or lay on that ſhall make your ſhoulders cracke. What cracker is this ſame that deafes our eares With this abundance of ſuperfluous breath? King Lewis, determine what we ſhall doe ſtrait. Women & fooles, breake off your conference. King Iohn, this is the very ſumme of all: England and Ireland, Angiers, Toraine, Maine, In right of Arthur doe I claime of thee: Wilt thou reſigne them, and lay downe thy Armes? My life as ſoone: I doe defie thee France, Arthur of Britaine, yeeld thee to my hand, And out of my deere loue Ile giue thee more, Then ere the coward hand of France can win; Submit thee boy. Come to thy grandame child. Doe childe, goe to yt grandame childe, Giue grandame kingdome, and it grandame will Giue yt a plum, a cherry, and a figge, There's a good grandame. Good my mother peace, I would that I were low laid in my graue, I am not worth this coyle that's made for me. His mother ſhames him ſo, poore boy hee weepes. Now ſhame vpon you where ſhe does or no, His granames wrongs, and not his mothers ſhames Drawes thoſe heauen-mouing pearles frō his poor eies, Which heauen ſhall take in nature of a fee: I, with theſe Chriſtall beads heauen ſhall be brib'd To doe him Iuſtice, and reuenge on you. Thou monſtrous ſlanderer of heauen and earth. Thou monſtrous of Iniurer of heauen and earth, Call not me ſlanderer, thou and thine vſurpe The Dominations, Royalties, and rights Of this oppreſſed boy; this is thy eldeſt ſonnes ſonne, Infortunate in nothing but in thee: Thy ſinnes are viſited in this poore childe, The Canon of the Law is laide on him, Being but the ſecond generation Remoued from thy ſinne-conceiuing wombe. Bedl haue done. I haue but this to ſay, That he is not onely plagued for her ſin, But God hath made her ſinne and her, the plague On this remoued iſſue, plagued for her, And with her plague her ſinne: his iniury Her iniurie the Beadle to her ſinne, All puniſh'd the perſon of this childe, And all for her, a plague vpon her. Thou vnaduiſed ſcold, I can produce A Will, that barres the title of thy ſonne. I who doubts that, a Will: a wicked will, A womans will, a cankred Grandams will. Peace Lady, pauſe, or be more temperate, It ill beſeemes this preſence to cry ayme To theſe ill-tuned repetitions: Some Trumpet ſummon hither to the walles Theſe men of Angiers, let vs heare them ſpeake, Whoſe title they admit, Arthurs or Iohns. Who is it that hath warn'd vs to the walles? 'Tis France, for England. England for it ſelfe: You men of Angiers, and my louing ſubiects. You louing men of Angiers, Arthurs ſubiects, Our Trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle.