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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Old Time the clock setter, that bald sexton Time: Is it as he will? well then, France shall rue. The Sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day adieu, Which is the side that I must go withal? I am with both, each Army hath a hand, And in their rage, I having hold of both, They whirl asunder, and dismember me, Husband, I cannot pray that thou mayst win: Uncle, I needs must pray that thou mayst lose: Father, I may not wish the fortune thine: Grandam, I will not wish thy wishes thrive: Whoever wins, on that side shall I lose: Assured loss, before the match be played. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies. There where my fortune lives, there my life dies. Cousin; go draw our puissance together, France, I am burned up with inflaming wrath, A rage, whose heat hath this condition; That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, The blood and dearest valued blood of France. Thy rage shall burn thee up, & thou shalt turn To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire: Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy. No more than he that threats. To Arms let's high. Now by my life, this day grows wondrous hot, Some eyrie Devil hovers in the sky, And pour's down mischief. Austria's head lie there, While Philip breathes. Hubert, keep this boy: Philip make up, My Mother is assailed in our Tent, And ta'en I fear. My Lord I rescued her, Her Highness is in safety, fear you not: But on my Liege, for very little pains Will bring this labour to an happy end. So shall it be: your Grace shall stay behind So strongly guarded: Cousin, look not sad, Thy Grandam loves thee, and thy Uncle will As dear be to thee, as thy father was. O this will make my mother die with grief. Cousin away for England, haste before, And ere our coming see thou shake the bags Of hoarding Abbots, imprisoned angels Set at liberty: the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed upon: Use our Commission in his utmost force. Bell, Book, & Candle, shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on. I leave your highness: Grandam, I will pray (If ever I remember to be holy) For your fair safety: so I kiss your hand. Farewell gentle Cousin. Coz, farewell. Come hither little kinsman, hark, a word. Come hither Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, We own thee much: within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts thee her Creditor, And with advantage means to pay thy love: And my good friend, thy voluntary oath Lives in this bosom, dearly cherished. Give me thy hand, I had a thing to say, But I will fit it with some better tune. By heaven Hubert, I am almost ashamed To say what good respect I have of thee. I am much bounden to your Majesty.
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Old Time the clocke ſetter, yt bald ſexton Time: Is it as he will? well then, France ſhall rue. The Sun's orecaſt with bloud: faire day adieu, Which is the ſide that I muſt goe withall? I am with both, each Army h a hand, And in their rage, I hauing hold of both, They whurle aunder, and diſmember mee, Husband, I cannot pray that thou maiſt winne: Vncle, I needs muſt pray that thou maiſt loſe: Father, I may not wiſh the fortune thine: Grandam, I will not wiſh thy wiſhes thriue: Who-euer wins, on that ſide ſhall I loſe: Aſſured loſſe, before the match be plaid. Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies. There where my fortune liues, there my life dies. Coſen; goe draw our puiſance together, France, I am burn'd vp with inflaming wrath, A rage, whoſe heat hath this condition; That nothing can allay, nothing but blood, The blood and deereſt valued bloud of France. Thy rage ſhall burne thee vp, & thou ſhalt turne To aſhes, ere our blood ſhall quench that fire: Looke to thy ſelfe, thou art in ieopardie. No more then he that threats. To Arms le'ts hie. Now by my life, this day grows wondrous hot, Some ayery Deuill houers in the skie, And pour's downe miſchiefe. Auſtrias head lye there, While Philip breathes. Hubert, keepe this boy: Philip make vp, My Mother is aſſayled in our Tent, And tane I feare. My Lord I reſcued her, Her Highneſſe is in ſafety, feare you not: But on my Liege, for very little paines Will bring this labor to an happy end. So ſhall it be: your Grace ſhall ſtay behinde So ſtrongly guarded: Coſen, looke not ſad, Thy Grandame loues thee, and thy Vnkle will As deere be to thee, as thy father was. O this will make my mother die with griefe. Coſen away for England, haſte before, And ere our comming ſee thou ſhake the bags Of hoording Abbots, impriſoned angells Set at libertie: the fat ribs of peace Muſt by the hungry now be fed vpon: Vſe our Commiſſion in his vtmoſt force. Bell, Booke, & Candle, ſhall not driue me back, When gold and ſiluer becks me to come on▪ I leaue your highneſſe: Grandame, I will pray (If euer I remember to be holy) For your faire ſafety: ſo I kiſſe your hand. Farewell gentle Coſen. Coz, farewell. Come hether little kinſman, harke, a worde. Come hether Hubert. O my gentle Hubert, We owe thee much: within this wall of fleſh There is a ſoule counts thee her Creditor, And with aduantage meanes to pay thy loue: And my good friend, thy voluntary oath Liues in this boſome, deerely cheriſhed. Giue me thy hand, I had a thing to ſay, But I will fit it with ſome better tune. By heauen Hubert, I am almoſt aſham'd To ſay what good reſpect I haue of thee. I am much bounden to your Maieſty.