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 0.79 · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
By all the blood that ever fury breathed, The youth says well. Now hear our English King, For thus his Royalty doth speak in me: He is prepared, and reason to he should, This apish and unmannerly approach, This harnessed Mask, and unadvised Revel, This un-heard sauciness and boyish Troops, The King doth smile at, and is well prepared To whip this dwarfish war, this Pigmy Arms From out the circle of his Territories. That hand which had the strength, even at your door, To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch, To dive like Buckets in concealed Welles, To crouch in litter of your stable planks, To lie like pawns, locked up in chests and trunks, To hug with swine, to seek sweet safety out In vaults and prisons, and to thrill and shake, Even at the crying of your Nations crow, Thinking this voice an armed Englishman. Shall that victorious hand be feebled here, That in your Chambers gave you chastisement? No: know the gallant Monarch is in Arms, And like an Eagle, o'er his airy towers, To souse annoyance that comes near his Nest; And you degenerate, you ingrate Revolts, you bloody Nero's, ripping up the womb Of your dear Mother-England: blush for shame: For your own Ladies, and pale-visaged Maids, Like Amazons, come tripping after drums: Their thimbles into armed Gauntlets change, Their Needls to Lances, and their gentle hearts To fierce and bloody inclination. There end thy brave, and turn thy face in peace, We grant thou canst outscold us: Far thee well, We hold our time too precious to be spent With such a brabbler. Give me leave to speak. No, I will speak. We will attend to neither: Strike up the drums, and let the tongue of war Plead for our interest, and our being here. Indeed your drums being beaten, will cry out; And so shall you, being beaten: Do but start An echo with the clamour of thy drum, And even at hand, a drum is ready braced, That shall reverberate all, as loud as thine. Sound but a another, and another shall (As loud as thine) rattle the Welkin's ear, And mock the deep mouthed Thunder: for at hand (Not trusting to this halting Legate here, Whom he hath used rather for sport, than need) Is warlike Iohn: and in his forehead sits A bare-ribed death, whose office is this day To feast upon whole thousands of the French. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. And thou shalt find it (Dolphin) do not doubt How goes the day with us? oh tell me Hubert. Badly I fear; how fares your Majesty? This Fever that hath troubled me so long, Lies heavy on me: oh, my heart is sick. My Lord: your valiant kinsman Falconbridge, Desires your Majesty to leave the field, And send him word by me, which way you go. Tell him toward Swinsted, to the Abbey there. Be of good comfort: for the great supply, That was expected by the Dolphin here, Are wracked three nights ago on Goodwin sands. This news was brought to Richard but even now, The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.
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By all the bloud that euer fury breath'd, The youth ſaies well. Now heare our Engliſh King, For thus his Royaltie doth ſpeake in me: He is prepar'd, and reaſon to he ſhould, This apiſh and vnmannerly approach, This harneſs'd Maske, and vnaduiſed Reuell, This vn-heard ſawcineſſe and boyiſh Troopes, The King doth ſmile at, and is well prepar'd To whip this dwarfiſh warre, this Pigmy Armes From out the circle of his Territories. That hand which had the ſtrength, euen at your dore, To cudgell you, and make you take the hatch, To diue like Buckets in concealed Welles, To crowch in litter of your ſtable plankes, To lye like pawnes, lock'd vp in cheſts and truncks, To hug with ſwine, to ſeeke ſweet ſafety out In vaults and priſons, and to thrill and ſhake, Euen at the crying of your Nations crow, Thinking this voyce an armed Engliſhman. Shall that victorious hand be feebled heere, That in your Chambers gaue you chaſticement? No: know the gallant Monarch is in Armes, And like an Eagle, o're his ayerie towres, To ſowſſe annoyance that comes neere his Neſt; And you degenerate, you ingrate Reuolts, you bloudy Nero's, ripping vp the wombe Of your deere Mother-England: bluſh for ſhame: For your owne Ladies, and pale-viſag'd Maides, Like Amazons, come tripping after drummes: Their thimbles into armed Gantlets change, Their Needl's to Lances, and their gentle hearts To fierce and bloody inclination. There end thy braue, and turn thy face in peace, We grant thou canſt out-ſcold vs: Far thee well, We hold our time too precious to be ſpent With ſuch a brabler. Giue me leaue to ſpeake. No, I will ſpeake. We will attend to neyther: Strike vp the drummes, and let the tongue of warre Pleade for our intereſt, and our being heere. Indeede your drums being beaten, wil cry out; And ſo ſhall you, being beaten: Do but ſtart An eccho with the clamor of thy drumme, And euen at hand, a drumme is readie brac'd, That ſhall reuerberate all, as lowd as thine. Sound but a , and another ſhall (As lowd as thine) rattle the Welkins eare, And mocke the deepe mouth'd Thunder: for at hand (Not truſting to this halting Legate heere, Whom he hath vs'd rather for ſport, then neede) Is warlike Iohn: and in his fore-head ſits A bare-rib'd death, whoſe office is this day To feaſt vpon whole thouſands of the French. Strike vp our drummes, to finde this danger out. And thou ſhalt finde it (Dolphin) do not doubt How goes the day with vs? oh tell me Hubert. Badly I feare; how fares your Maieſty? This Feauer that hath troubled me ſo long, Lyes heauie on me: oh, my heart is ſicke. My Lord: your valiant kinſman Falconbridge, Deſires your Maieſtie to leaue the field, And ſend him word by me, which way you go. Tell him toward Swinſted, to the Abbey there. Be of good comfort: for the great ſupply, That was expected by the Dolphin heere, Are wrack'd three nights ago on Goodwin ſands. This newes was brought to Richard but euen now, The French fight coldly, and retyre themſelues.