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 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Hail noble Prince of France: The next is this: King Iohn hath reconciled Himself to Rome, his spirit is come in, That so stood out against the holy Church, The great Metropolis and Sea of Rome: Therefore thy threatening Colours now wind up, And tame the savage spirit of wild war, That like a Lion fostered up at hand, It may lie gently at the foot of peace. And be no further harmful then in show. Your Grace shall pardon me, I will not back: I am too high-born to be proportied To be a secondary at control, Or useful serving-man, and Instrument To any Sovereign State throughout the world. Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars, Between this chastised kingdom and myself, And brought in matter that should feed this fire; And now 'tis far too huge to be blown out With that same weak wind, which enkindled it: You taught me how to know the face of right, Acquainted me with interest to this Land, Yea, thrust this enterprise into my heart, And come ye now to tell me Iohn hath made His peace with Rome? what is that peace to me? I (by the honour of my marriage bed) After young Arthur, claim this Land for mine, And now it is half conquered, must I back, Because that Iohn hath made his peace with Rome? Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne? What men provided? What munition sent To underprop this Action? Is't not I That undergo this charge? Who else but I, And such as to my claim are liable, Sweat in this business, and maintain this war? Have I not heard these Islanders shout out Vive le Roy; as I have banked their Towns? Have I not here the best Cards for the game To win this easy match, played for a Crown? And shall I now give over the yielded Set? No, no, on my soul it never shall be said. You look but on the outside of this work. Outside or inside, I will not return Till my attempt so much be glorified, As to my ample hope was promised, Before I drew this gallant head of war, And culled these fiery spirits from the world To outlook Conquest, and to win renown Even in the jaws of danger, and of death: What lusty Trumpet thus doth summon us? According to the fairplay of the world, Let me have audience: I am sent to speak: My holy Lord of Milan, from the King I come to learn how you have dealt for him: And, as you answer, I do know the scope And warrant limited unto my tongue. The Dolphin is too wilful opposite And will not temporize with my entreaties: He flatly says, hee'll not lay down his Arms.
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Haile noble Prince of France: The next is this: King Iohn hath reconcil'd Himſelfe to Rome, his ſpirit is come in, That ſo ſtood out againſt the holy Church, The great Metropolis and Sea of Rome: Therefore thy threatning Colours now winde vp, And tame the ſauage ſpirit of wilde warre, That like a Lion foſtered vp at hand, It may lie gently at the foot of peace. And be no further harmefull then in ſhewe. Your Grace ſhall pardon me, I will not backe: I am too high-borne to be proportied To be a ſecondary at controll, Or vſefull ſeruing-man, and Inſtrument To any Soueraigne State throughout the world. Your breath firſt kindled the dead coale of warres, Betweene this chaſtiz'd kingdome and my ſelfe, And brought in matter that ſhould feed this fire; And now 'tis farre too huge to be blowne out With that ſame weake winde, which enkindled it: You taught me how to know the face of right, Acquainted me with intereſt to this Land, Yea, thruſt this enterprize into my heart, And come ye now to tell me Iohn hath made His peace with Rome? what is that peace to me? I (by the honour of my marriage bed) After yong Arthur, claime this Land for mine, And now it is halfe conquer'd, muſt I backe, Becauſe that Iohn hath made his peace with Rome? Am I Romes ſlaue? What penny hath Rome borne? What men prouided? What munition ſent To vnder-prop this Action? Is't not I That vnder-goe this charge? Who elſe but I, And ſuch as to my claime are liable, Sweat in this buſineſſe, and maintaine this warre? Haue I not heard theſe Iſlanders ſhout out Ʋiue le Roy; as I haue bank'd their Townes? Haue I not heere the beſt Cards for the game To winne this eaſie match, plaid for a Crowne? And ſhall I now giue ore the yeelded Set? No, no, on my ſoule it neuer ſhall be ſaid. You looke but on the out-ſide of this worke. Out-ſide or in-ſide, I will not returne Till my attempt ſo much be glorified, As to my ample hope was promiſed, Before I drew this gallant head of warre, And cull'd theſe fiery ſpirits from the world To out-looke Conqueſt, and to winne renowne Euen in the iawes of danger, and of death: What luſty Trumpet thus doth ſummon vs? According to the faire-play of the world, Let me haue audience: I am ſent to ſpeake: My holy Lord of Millane, from the King I come to learne how you haue dealt for him: And, as you anſwer, I doe know the ſcope And warrant limited vnto my tongue. The Dolphin is too wilfull oppoſite And will not temporize with my intreaties: He flatly ſaies, heell not lay downe his Armes.