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 0.79 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Why ring not out the Bells aloud, Throughout the Town? Dolphin command the Citizens make Bonfires, And feast and banquet in the open streets, To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. All France will be replete with mirth and joy, When they shall hear how we have played the men. 'Tis Ioane, not we, by whom the day is won: For which, I will divide my Crown with her, And all the Priests and Friars in my Realm, Shall in procession sing her endless praise. A statelyer Pyramid to her I'll rear, Then Rhodophe's or Memphis ever was. In memory of her, when she is dead, Her Ashes, in an Urn more precious Than the rich-ieweled Coffer of Darius, Transported, shall be at high Festivals Before the Kings and Queens of France. No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry, But Ioane de Pucelle shall be France's Saint. Come in, and let us Banquet Royally, After this Golden Day of Victory. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant: If any noise or Soldier you perceive near to the walls, by some apparent sign Let us have knowledge at the Court of Guard. Sergeant you shall. Thus are poor Servitors (When others sleep upon their quiet beds) Constrained to watch in darkness, rain, and cold. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy, By whose approach, the Regions of Artoys, Wallon, and Picardy, are friends to us: This happy night, the Frenchmen are secure, Having all day carowsed and banqueted, Embrace we then this opportunity, As fitting best to quittance their deceit, Contrived by Art, and baleful Sorcery. Coward of France, how much he wrongs his fame, Despairing of his own arms fortitude, To join with Witches, and help of Hell. Traitors have never other company. But what's that Puzell whom they tear me so pure? A Maid, they say. A Maid? And be so martial? Pray God she prove not masculine ere long: If underneath the Standard of the French She carry Armour, as she hath begun. Well, let them practise and converse with spirits. God is our Fortress, in whose conquering name Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks. Ascend brave Talbot, we will follow thee. Not altogether: Better far I guess, That we do make our entrance several ways: That if it chance the one of us do fail, The other yet may rise against their force. Agreed; I'll to yond corner. And I to this. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave. Now Salisbury, for thee and for the right Of English Henry, shall this night appear How much in duty. I am bound to both. Arm, arm, the enemy doth make assault. How now my Lords? What all unready so? Unready? I and glad we scaped so well. 'Twas time (I trow) to wake and leave our beds, Hearing Alarms at our Chamber doors.
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Why ring not out the Bells alowd, Throughout the Towne? Dolphin command the Citizens make Bonfires, And feaſt and banquet in the open ſtreets, To celebrate the ioy that God hath giuen vs. All France will be repleat with mirth and ioy, When they ſhall heare how we haue play'd the men. 'Tis Ioane, not we, by whom the day is wonne: For which, I will diuide my Crowne with her, And all the Prieſts and Fryers in my Realme, Shall in proceſſion ſing her endleſſe prayſe. A ſtatelyer Pyramis to her Ile reare, Then Rhodophe's or Memphis euer was. In memorie of her, when ſhe is dead, Her Aſhes, in an Vrne more precious Then the rich-iewel'd Coffer of Darius, Tranſported, ſhall be at high Feſtiuals Before the Kings and Queenes of France. No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry, But Ioane de Puzel ſhall be France's Saint. Come in, and let vs Banquet Royally, After this Golden Day of Victorie. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant: If any noyſe or Souldier you perceiue Neere to the walles, by ſome apparant ſigne Let vs haue knowledge at the Court of Guard. Sergeant you ſhall. Thus are poore Seruitors (When others ſleepe vpon their quiet beds) Conſtrain'd to watch in darkneſſe, raine, and cold. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy, By whoſe approach, the Regions of Artoys, Wallon, and Picardy, are friends to vs: This happy night, the Frenchmen are ſecure, Hauing all day carows'd and banquetted, Embrace we then this opportunitie, As fitting beſt to quittance their deceite, Contriu'd by Art, and balefull Sorcerie. Coward of France, how much he wrongs his fame, Diſpairing of his owne armes fortitude, To ioyne with Witches, and helpe of Hell. Traitors haue neuer other company. But what's that Puzell whom they tear me ſo pure? A Maid, they ſay. A Maid? And be ſo martiall? Pray God ſhe proue not maſculine ere long: If vnderneath the Standard of the French She carry Armour, as ſhe hath begun. Well, let them practiſe and conuerſe with ſpirits. God is our Fortreſſe, in whoſe conquering name Let vs reſolue to ſcale their flinty bulwarkes. Aſcend braue Talbot, we will follow thee. Not altogether: Better farre I gueſſe, That we do make our entrance ſeuerall wayes: That if it chance the one of vs do faile, The other yet may riſe againſt their force. Agreed; Ile to yond corner. And I to this. And heere will Talbot mount, or make his graue. Now Salisbury, for thee and for the right Of Engliſh Henry, ſhall this night appeare How much in duty. I am bound to both. Arme, arme, the enemy doth make aſſault. How now my Lords? What all vnreadie ſo? Vnready? I and glad we ſcap'd ſo well. 'Twas time (I trow) to wake and leaue our beds, Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores.