Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1591] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 516 words
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Son, list to this conjunction, make this match Give with our Niece a dowry large enough, For by this knot, thou shalt so surely tie Thy now vnsur'd assurance to the Crown, That you green boy shall have no Sun to ripe The bloom that promiseth a mighty fruit. I see a yielding in the looks of France: Mark how they whisper, urge them while their souls Are capable of this ambition, Lest zeal now melted by the windy breath Of soft petitions, pity and remorse, Cool and congeal again to what it was. Why answer not the double Majesties, This friendly treaty of our threatened Town. Speak England first, that hath been forward first To speak unto this City: what say you? If that the Dolphin there thy Princely son, Can in this book of beauty read, I love: Her Dowry shall weigh equal with a Queen: For Angiers, and fair Touraine Maine, Poitiers, And all that we upon this side the Sea, (Except this City now by us besieged) Find liable to our Crown and Dignity, Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich In titles, honours, and promotions, As she in beauty, education, blood, Holds hand with any Princess of the world. What sayst thou boy? look in the Lady's face. I do my Lord, and in her eye I find A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, The shadow of myself formed in her eye, Which being but the shadow of your son, Becomes a son and makes your son a shadow: I do protest I never loved myself Till now, infixed I beheld myself, Drawn in the flattering table of her eye. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye, Hanged in the frowning wrinkle of her brow, And quartered in her heart, he doth espy Himself loves traitor, this is pity now; That hanged, and drawn, and quartered there should be In such a love, so vile a Lout as he. My uncle's will in this respect is mine, If he see aught in you that makes him like, That any thing he see's which moves his liking, I can with ease translate it to my will: Or if you will, to speak more properly, I will enforce it easily to my love. Further I will not flatter you, my Lord, That all I see in you is worthy love, Then this, that nothing do I see in you, Though churlish thoughts themselves should be your judge, That I can find, should merit any hate. What say these yong-ones? What say you my Niece? That she is bound in honour still to do What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say. Speak then Prince Dolphin, can you love this Lady? Nay ask me if I can refrain from love, For I do love her most unfeignedly. Then do I give Volquessen, Touraine, Maine, Poitiers, and Anjou, these five Provinces With her to thee, and this addition more, Full thirty thousand Marks of English coin: Philip of France, if thou be pleased withal, Command thy son and daughter to join hands.
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Son, liſt to this coniunction, make this match Giue with our Neece a dowrie large enough, For by this knot, thou ſhalt ſo ſurely tye Thy now vnſur'd aſſurance to the Crowne, That you greene boy ſhall haue no Sunne to ripe The bloome that promiſeth a mightie fruite. I ſee a yeelding in the lookes of France: Marke how they whiſper, vrge them while their ſoules Are capeable of this ambition, Leaſt zeale now melted by the windie breath Of ſoft petitions, pittie and remorſe, Coole and congeale againe to what it was. Why anſwer not the double Maieſties, This friendly treatie of our threatned Towne. Speake England firſt, that hath bin forward firſt To ſpeake vnto this Cittie: what ſay you? If that the Dolphin there thy Princely ſonne, Can in this booke of beautie rad, I loue: Her Dowrie ſhall weigh equall with a Queene: For Angiers, and faire Toraine Maine, Poyctiers, And all that we vpon this ſide the Sea, (Except this Cittie now by vs beſiedg'd) Finde liable to our Crowne and Dignitie, Shall gild her bridall bed and make her rich In titles, honors, and promotions, As ſhe in beautie, education, blood, Holdes hand with any Princeſſe of the world. What ſai'ſt thou boy? looke in the Ladies face. I do my Lord, and in her eie I find A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, The ſhadow of my ſelfe form'd in her eye, Which being but the ſhadow of your ſonne, Becomes a ſonne and makes your ſonne a ſhadow: I do proteſt I neuer lou'd my ſelfe Till now, infixed I beheld my ſelfe, Drawne in the flattering table of her eie. Drawne in the flattering table of her eie, Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow, And quarter'd in her heart, hee doth eſpie Himſelfe loues traytor, this is pittie now; That hang'd, and drawne, and quarter'd there ſhould be In ſuch a loue, ſo vile a Lout as he. My vnckles will in this reſpect is mine, If he ſee ought in you that makes him like, That any thing he ſee's which moues his liking, I can with eaſe tranſlate it to my will: Or if you will, to ſpeake more properly, I will enforce it eaſlie to my loue. Further I will not flatter you, my Lord, That all I ſee in you is worthie loue, Then this, that nothing do I ſee in you, Though churliſh thoughts themſelues ſhould bee your Iudge, That I can finde, ſhould merit any hate. What ſaie theſe yong-ones? What ſay you my Neece? That ſhe is bound in honor ſtill to do What you in wiſedome ſtill vouchſafe to ſay. Speake then Prince Dolphin, can you loue this Ladie? Nay aske me if I can refraine from loue, For I doe loue her moſt vnfainedly. Then do I giue Ʋolqueſſen, Toraine, Maine, Poyctiers, and Aniow, theſe fiue Prouinces With her to thee, and this addition more, Full thirty thouſand Markes of Engliſh coyne: Phillip of France, if thou be pleaſ'd withall, Command thy ſonne and daughtet to ioyne hands.