Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William / Nashe, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.81 · 539 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
No treachery, but want of Men and Money. Amongst the Soldiers this is muttered, That here you maintain several Factions: And whilst a Field should be dispatched and fought, You are disputing of your Generals. One would have lingering Wars, with little cost; Another would fly swift, but wanteth Wings: A third thinks, without expense at all, By guileful fair words, Peace may be obtained. Awake, awake, English Nobility, Let not sloth dim your Honours, new begot; Cropped are the Flower-de-luces' in your Arms Of England's Coat, one half is cut away. Were our Tears wanting to this Funeral, These Tidings would call forth her flowing Tides. Me they concern, Regent I am of France: Give me my steeled Coat, I'll fight for France. Away with these disgraceful wailing Robes; Wounds will I lend the French, in stead of Eyes, To weep their intermissive Miseries. Lords view these Letters, full of bad mischance. France is revolted from the English quite, Except some petty Towns, of no import. The Dolphin Charles is crowned King in Rheimes: The Bastard of Orleans with him is joined: Reynold, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part, The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side. The Dolphin crowned King? all fly to him? O whither shall we fly from this reproach? We will not fly, but to our enemy's throats. Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out. Gloster, why doubtst thou of my forwardness? An Army have I mustered in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is overrun. My gracious Lords, to add to your laments, Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse, I must inform you of a dismal fight, Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot, and the French. What? wherein Talbot overcame, is't so? O no: wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown: The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. The tenth of August last, this dreadful Lord, Retiring from the Siege of Orleans, Having full scarce six thousand in his troop, By three and twenty thousand of the French Was round encompassed, and set upon: No leisure had he to enranke his men. He wanted Pikes to set before his Archers: In stead whereof, sharp Stakes plucked out of Hedges They pitched in the ground confusedly, To keep the Horsemen off, from breaking in. More than three hours the fight continued: Where valiant Talbot, above humane thought, Enacted wonders with his Sword and Lance. Hundreds he sent to Hell, and none durst stand him: Here, there, and every where enraged, he slew. The French exclaimed, the Devil was in Arms, All the whole Army stood agazed on him. His Soldiers spying his undaunted Spirit, A Talbot, a Talbot, cried out amain, And rushed into the Bowels of the Battle. Here had the Conquest fully been sealed up, If Sir Iohn Falstaff had not played the Coward. He being in the Vauward, placed behind, With purpose to relieve and follow them, Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke. Hence grew the general wrack and massacre: Enclosed were they with their Enemies. A base Wallon, to win the Dolphin's grace, Thrust Talbot with a Spear into the Back, Whom all France, with their chief assembled strength, Durst not presume to look once in the face.
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No trecherie, but want of Men and Money. Amongſt the Souldiers this is muttered, That here you maintaine ſeuerall Factions: And whil'ſt a Field ſhould be diſpatcht and fought, You are diſputing of your Generals. One would haue lingring Warres, with little coſt; Another would flye ſwift, but wanteth Wings: A third thinkes, without expence at all, By guilefull faire words, Peace may be obtayn'd. Awake, awake, Engliſh Nobilitie, Let not ſlouth dimme your Honors, new begot; Cropt are the Flower-de-Luces in your Armes Of Englands Coat, one halfe is cut away. Were our Teares wanting to this Funerall, Theſe Tidings would call forth her flowing Tides. Me they concerne, Regent I am of France: Giue me my ſteeled Coat, Ile fight for France. Away with theſe diſgracefull wayling Robes; Wounds will I lend the French, in ſtead of Eyes, To weepe their intermiſſiue Miſeries. Lords view theſe Letters, full of bad miſchance. France is reuolted from the Engliſh quite, Except ſome petty Townes, of no import. The Dolphin Charles is crowned King in Rheimes: The Baſtard of Orleance with him is ioyn'd: Reynold, Duke of Aniou, doth take his part, The Duke of Alanſon flyeth to his ſide. The Dolphin crown'd King? all flye to him? O whither ſhall we flye from this reproach? We will not flye, but to our enemies throats. Bedford, if thou be ſlacke, Ile fight it out. Gloſter, why doubtſt thou of my forwardneſſe? An Army haue I muſter'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is ouer-run. My gracious Lords, to adde to your laments, Wherewith you now bedew King Henries hearſe, I muſt informe you of a diſmall fight, Betwixt the ſtout Lord Talbot, and the French. What? wherein Talbot ouercame, is't ſo? O no: wherein Lord Talbot was o'rethrown: The circumſtance Ile tell you more at large. The tenth of Auguſt laſt, this dreadfull Lord, Retyring from the Siege of Orleance, Hauing full ſcarce ſix thouſand in his troupe, By three and twentie thouſand of the French Was round incompaſſed, and ſet vpon: No leyſure had he to enranke his men. He wanted Pikes to ſet before his Archers: In ſtead whereof, ſharpe Stakes pluckt out of Hedges They pitched in the ground confuſedly, To keepe the Horſemen off, from breaking in. More then three houres the fight continued: Where valiant Talbot, aboue humane thought, Enacted wonders with his Sword and Lance. Hundreds he ſent to Hell, and none durſt ſtand him: Here, there, and euery where enrag'd, he ſlew. The French exclaym'd, the Deuill was in Armes, All the whole Army ſtood agaz'd on him. His Souldiers ſpying his vndaunted Spirit, A Talbot, a Talbot, cry'd out amaine, And ruſht into the Bowels of the Battaile. Here had the Conqueſt fully been ſeal'd vp, If Sir Iohn Falſtaffe had not play'd the Coward. He being in the Vauward, plac't behinde, With purpoſe to relieue and follow them, Cowardly fled, not hauing ſtruck one ſtroake. Hence grew the generall wrack and maſſacre: Encloſed were they with their Enemies. A baſe Wallon, to win the Dolphins grace, Thruſt Talbot with a Speare into the Back, Whom all France, with their chiefe aſſembled ſtrength, Durſt not preſume to looke once in the face.