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 0.77 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Bear with me Cousin, for I was amazed Under the tide; but now I breathe again Aloft the flood, and can give audience To any tongue, speak it of what it will. How I have sped among the Clergy men, The sums I have collected shall express: But as I travailed hither through the land, I find the people strangely fantasied, Possessed with rumours, full of idle dreams, Not knowing what they fear, but full of fear. And here's a Prophet that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heels: To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rhymes, That ere the next Ascension day at noon, Your Highness should deliver up your Crown. Thou idle Dreamer, wherefore didst thou so? Foreknowing that the truth will fall out so. Hubert, away with him: imprison him, And on that day at noon, whereon he says I shall yield up my Crown, let him be hanged. Deliver him to safety, and return, For I must use thee. O my gentle Cousin, Hearest thou the news abroad, who are arrived? The French (my Lord) men's mouths are full of it: Besides I met Lord Bigot, and Lord Salisbury With eyes as red as new enkindled fire, And others more, going to seek the grave Of Arthur, whom they say is killed to night, on your suggestion. Gentle kinsman, go And thrust thyself into their Companies, I have a way to win their loves again: Bring them before me. I will seek them out. Nay, but make haste: the better foot before. O, let me have no subject enemies, When adverse Foreigners affright my Towns With dreadful pomp of stout invasion. Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels, And fly (like thought) from them, to me again. The spirit of the time shall teach me speed. Spoke like a sprightful Noble Gentleman. Go after him: for he perhaps shall need Some Messenger betwixt me, and the Peers, And be thou he. With all my heart, my Liege. My mother dead? My Lord, they say five Moons were seen to night: Four fixed, and the fift did whirl about The other four, in wondrous motion. Five Moons? Old men, and Beldames, in the streets Do prophesy upon it dangerously: Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths, And when they talk of him, they shake their heads, And whisper one another in the ear. And he that speaks, doth gripe the hearers wrist, Whilst he that hears, makes fearful action With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. I saw a Smith stand with his hammer (thus) The whilst his Iron did on the Anvile cool, With open mouth swallowing a Tailor's news, Who with his Shears, and Measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet, Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattled, and ranked in Kent. Another lean, unwashed Artificer, Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.
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Beare with me Coſen, for I was amaz'd Vnder the tide; but now I breath againe Aloft the flood, and can giue audience To any tongue, ſpeake it of what it will. How I haue ſped among the Clergy men, The ſummes I haue collected ſhall expreſſe: But as I trauail'd hither through the land, I finde the people ſtrangely fantaſied, Poſſeſt with rumors, full of idle dreames, Not knowing what they feare, but full of feare. And here's a Prophet that I brought with me From forth the ſtreets of Pomfret, whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heeles: To whom he ſung in rude harſh ſounding rimes, That ere the next Aſcenſion day at noone, Your Highnes ſhould deliuer vp your Crowne. Thou idle Dreamer, wherefore didſt thou ſo? Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out ſo. Hubert, away with him: impriſon him, And on that day at noone, whereon he ſayes I ſhall yeeld vp my Crowne, let him be hang'd. Deliuer him to ſafety, and returne, For I muſt vſe thee. O my gentle Coſen, Hear'ſt thou the newes abroad, who are arriu'd? The French (my Lord) mens mouths are ful of it: Beſides I met Lord Bigot, and Lord Salisburie With eyes as red as new enkindled fire, And others more, going to ſeeke the graue Of Arthur, whom they ſay is kill'd to night, on your ſuggeſtion. Gentle kinſman, go And thruſt thy ſelfe into their Companies, I haue a way to winne their loues againe: Bring them before me. I will ſeeke them out. Nay, but make haſte: the better foote before. O, let me haue no ſubiect enemies, When aduerſe Forreyners affright my Townes With dreadfull pompe of ſtout inuaſion. Be Mercurie, ſet feathers to thy heeles, And flye (like thought) from them, to me againe. The ſpirit of the time ſhall teach me ſpeed. Spoke like a ſprightfull Noble Gentleman. Go after him: for he perhaps ſhall neede Some Meſſenger betwixt me, and the Peeres, And be thou hee. With all my heart, my Liege. My mother dead? My Lord, they ſay fiue Moones were ſeene to night: Foure fixed, and the fift did whirle about The other foure, in wondrous motion. Fiue Moones? Old men, and Beldames, in the ſtreets Do propheſie vpon it dangerouſly: Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths, And when they talke of him, they ſhake their heads, And whiſper one another in the eare. And he that ſpeakes, doth gripe the hearers wriſt, Whilſt he that heares, makes fearefull action With wrinkled browes, with nods, with rolling eyes. I ſaw a Smith ſtand with his hammer (thus) The whilſt his Iron did on the Anuile coole, With open mouth ſwallowing a Taylors newes, Who with his Sheeres, and Meaſure in his hand, Standing on ſlippers, which his nimble haſte Had falſely thruſt vpon contrary feete, Told of a many thouſand warlike French, That were embattailed, and rank'd in Kent. Another leane, vnwaſh'd Artificer, Cuts off his tale, and talkes of Arthurs death.