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 · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Gone to be married? Gone to swear a peace? False blood to false blood joined. Gone to be friends? Shall Lewis have Blanch, and Blanch those Provinces? It is not so, thou hast mispoke, misheard, Be well advised, tell over thy tale again. It cannot be, thou dost but say 'tis so. I trust I may not trust thee, for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man: Believe me, I do not believe thee man, I have a King's oath to the contrary. Thou shalt be punished for thus frighting me, For I am sick, and capable of fears, Oppressed with wrongs, and therefore full of fears, A widow, husbandless, subject to fears, A woman naturally borne to fears; And though thou now confess thou didst but jest With my vexed spirits, I cannot take a Truce, But they will quake and tremble all this day. What dost thou mean by shaking of thy head? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son? What means that hand upon that breast of thine? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum, Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds? Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words? Then speak again, not all thy former tale, But this one word, whether thy tale be true. As true as I believe you think them false, That give you cause to prove my saying true. Oh if thou teach me to believe this sorrow, Teach thou this sorrow, how to make me dye, And let belief, and life encounter so, As doth the fury of two desperate men, Which in the very meeting fall, and dye. Lewes marry Blanch? O boy, then where art thou? France friend with England, what becomes of me? Fellow be gone: I cannot brook thy sight, This news hath made thee a most ugly man. What other harm have I good Lady done. But spoke the harm, that is by others done? Which harm within itself so heinous is, As it makes harmful all that speak of it. I do beseech you Madam be content. If thou that bidst me be content, wert grim Ugly, and slanderous to thy Mother's womb, Full of unpleasing blots, and sightless stains, Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, Patched with foul Moles, and eye-offending marks, I would not care, I then would be content, For than I should not love thee: no, nor thou Become thy great birth, nor deserve a Crown. But thou art fair, and at thy birth (dear boy) Nature and Fortune joined to make thee great. Of Nature's gifts, thou mayst with Lilies boast, And with the halfe-blowne Rose. But Fortune, oh, She is corrupted, changed, and won from thee. She adulterates hourly with thine Uncle Iohn, And with her golden hand hath plucked on France To tread down fair respect of Sovereignty, And made his Majesty the bawd to theirs. France is a Bawd to Fortune, and king Iohn, That strumpet Fortune, that usurping Iohn: Tell me thou fellow, is not France forsworn? Euvenom him with words, or get thee gone, And leave those woes alone, which I alone Am bound to underbeare.
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Gone to be married? Gone to ſweare a peace? Falſe blood to falſe blood ioyn'd. Gone to be freinds? Shall Lewis haue Blaunch, and Blaunch thoſe Prouinces? It is not ſo, thou haſt miſpoke, miſheard, Be well aduiſ'd, tell ore thy tale againe. It cannot be, thou do'ſt but ſay 'tis ſo. I truſt I may not truſt thee, for thy word Is but the vaine breath of a common man: Beleeue me, I doe not beleeue thee man, I haue a Kings oath to the contrarie. Thou ſhalt be puniſh'd for thus frighting me, For I am ſicke, and capeable of feares, Oppreſt with wrongs, and therefore full of feares, A widdow, husbandles, ſubiect to feares, A woman naturally borne to feares; And though thou now confeſſe thou didſt but ieſt With my vext ſpirits, I cannot take a Truce, But they will quake and tremble all this day. What doſt thou meane by ſhaking of thy head? Why doſt thou looke ſo ſadly on my ſonne? What meanes that hand vpon that breaſt of thine? Why holdes thine eie that lamentable rhewme, Like a proud riuer peering ore his bounds? Be theſe ſad ſignes confirmers of thy words? Then ſpeake againe, not all thy former tale, But this one word, whether thy tale be true. As true as I beleeue you thinke them falſe, That giue you cauſe to proue my ſaying true. Oh if thou teach me to beleeue this ſorrow, Teach thou this ſorrow, how to make me dye, And let beleefe, and life encounter ſo, As doth the furie of two deſperate men, Which in the very meeting fall, and dye. Lewes marry Blaunch? O boy, then where art thou? France friend with England, what becomes of me? Fellow be gone: I cannot brooke thy ſight, This newes hath made thee a moſt vgly man. What other harme haue I good Lady done. But ſpoke the harme, that is by others done? Which harme within it ſelfe ſo heynous is, As it makes harmefull all that ſpeake of it. I do beſeech you Madam be content. If thou that bidſt me be content, wert grim Vgly, and ſlandrous to thy Mothers wombe, Full of vnpleaſing blots, and ſightleſſe ſtaines, Lame, fooliſh, crooked, ſwart, prodigious, Patch'd with foule Moles, and eye-offending markes, I would not care, I then would be content, For then I ſhould not loue thee: no, nor thou Become thy great birth, nor deſerue a Crowne. But thou art faire, and at thy birth (deere boy) Nature and Fortune ioyn'd to make thee great. Of Natures guifts, thou mayſt with Lillies boaſt, And with the halfe-blowne Roſe. But Fortune, oh, She is corrupted, chang'd, and wonne from thee▪ Sh' adulterates hourely with thine Vnckle Iohn, And with her golden hand hath pluckt on France To tread downe faire reſpect of Soueraigntie, And made his Maieſtie the bawd to theirs. France is a Bawd to Fortune, and king Iohn, That ſtrumpet Fortune, that vſurping Iohn: Tell me thou fellow, is not France forſworne? Euvenom him with words, or get thee gone, And leaue thoſe woes alone, which I alone Am bound to vnder-beare.