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 0.84 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Doth not the Crown of England, prove the King? And if not that, I bring you Witnesses Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed. Bastards and else. To verify our title with their lives. As many and as well-born bloods as those. Some Bastards too. Stand in his face to contradict his claim. Till you compound whose right is worthiest, We for the worthiest hold the right from both. Then God forgive the sin of all those souls, That to their everlasting residence, Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet In dreadful trial of our kingdoms King. Amen, Amen, mount Chevaliers to Arms. Saint George that swindged the Dragon, And ere since sits on's horseback at mine Hostess door Teach us some fence. Sirrah, were I at home At your den sirrah, with your Lioness, I would set an Ox-head to your Lions hide: And make a monster of you. Peace, no more. O tremble: for you hear the Lion roar. Up higher to the plain, where we'll set forth In best appointment all our Regiments. Speed then to take advantage of the field. It shall be so, and at the other hill Command the rest to stand, God and our right. You men of Angiers open wide your gates, And let young Arthur Duke of Britain in, Who by the hand of France, this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother, Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground: Many a widow's husband groveling lies, Coldly embracing the discoloured earth, And victory with little loss doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French, Who are at hand triumphantly displayed To enter Conquerors, and to proclaim Arthur of Britain, England's King, and yours. Rejoice you men of Angiers, ring your bells, King Iohn, your king and England's, doth approach, Commander of this hot malicious day, Their Armours that marched hence so silver bright, Hither return all gilt with Frenchmens blood: There stuck no plume in any English Crest, That is removed by a staff of France. Our colours do return in those same hands That did display them when we first marched forth: And like a jolly troop of Huntsmen come Our lusty English, all with purpled hands, Died in the dying slaughter of their foes, Open your gates, and give the Victor's way. Heralds, from off our towers we might behold From first to last, the onset and retire: Of both your Armies, whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured: Blood hath bought blood, and blows have answered blows: Strength matched with strength, and power confronted power, Both are alike, and both alike we like: One must prove greatest. While they weigh so even, We hold our Town for neither: yet for both. France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away? Say, shall the currant of our right room on, Whose passage vexed with thy impediment, Shall leave his native channel, and o'erswell with course disturbed even thy confining shores, Unless thou let his silver Water, keep A peaceful progress to the Ocean.
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Doth not the Crowne of England, prooue the King? And if not that, I bring you Witneſſes Twice fifteene thouſand hearts of Englands breed. Baſtards and elſe. To verifie our title with their liues. As many and as well-borne bloods as thoſe. Some Baſtards too. Stand in his face to contradict his claime. Till you compound whoſe right is worthieſt, We for the worthieſt hold the right from both. Then God forgiue the ſinne of all thoſe ſoules, That to their euerlaſting reſidence, Before the dew of euening fall, ſhall fleete In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King. Amen, Amen, mount Cheualiers to Armes. Saint George that ſwindg'd the Dragon, And ere ſince ſit's on's horſebacke at mine Hoſteſſe dore Teach vs ſome fence. Sirrah, were I at home At your den ſirrah, with your Lionneſſe, I would ſet an Oxe-head to your Lyons hide: And make a monſter of you. Peace, no more. O tremble: for you heare the Lyon rore. Vp higher to the plaine, where we'l ſet forth In beſt appointment all our Regiments. Speed then to take aduantage of the field. It ſhall be ſo, and at the other hill▪ Command the reſt to ſtand▪ God and our right. You men of Angiers open wide your gates, And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in, Who by the hand of France, this day hath made Much worke for teares in many an Engliſh mother, Whoſe ſonnes lye ſcattered on the bleeding ground▪ Many a widdowes husband groueling lies, Coldly embracing the diſcoloured earth, And victorie with little loſſe doth play Vpon the dancing banners of the French, Who are at hand triumphantly diſplayed To enter Conquerors, and to proclaime Arthur of Britaine, Englands King, and yours. Reioyce you men of Angiers, ring your bels, King Iohn, your king and Englands, doth approach, Commander of this hot malicious day, Their Armours that march'd hence ſo ſiluer bright, Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood: There ſtucke no plume in any Engliſh Creſt, That is remoued by a ſtaffe of France. Our colours do returne in thoſe ſame hands That did diſplay them when we firſt marcht forth: And like a iolly troope of Huntſmen come Our luſtie Engliſh, all with purpled hands, Dide in the dying ſlaughter of their foes, Open your gates, and giue the Victors way. Heralds, from off our towres we might behold From firſt to laſt, the on-ſet and retyre▪ Of both your Armies, whoſe equality By our beſt eyes cannot be cenſured: Blood hath bought blood, and blowes haue anſwered blowes: Strength matcht with ſtrength, and power confronted power, Both are alike, and both alike we like: One muſt proue greateſt. While they weigh ſo euen, We hold our Towne for neither: yet for both. France, haſt thou yet more blood to caſt away? Say, ſhall the currant of our right rome on, Whoſe paſſage vext with thy impediment, Shall leaue his natiue channell, and ore-ſwell with courſe diſturb'd euen thy confining ſhores, Vnleſſe thou let his ſiluer Water, keepe A peacefull progreſſe to the Ocean.