Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William / Nashe, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 490 words
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Madame, I have been bold to trouble you: But since your Ladyship is not at leisure, I'll sort some other time to visit you. What means he now? Go ask him, whither he goes? Stay my Lord Talbot, for my Lady craves, To know the cause of your abrupt departure? Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, I go to certify her Talbot's here. If thou be he, than art thou Prisoner. Prisoner? to whom? To me, blood-thirsty Lord: And for that cause I trained thee to my House. Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, For in my Gallery thy Picture hangs: But now the substance shall endure the like, And I will chain these Legs and Arms of thine, That hast by Tyranny these many years Wasted our Country, slain our Citizens, And sent our Sons and Husbands captivated. Ha', ha', ha'. Laughest thou Wretch? Thy mirth shall turn to moan. I laugh to see your Ladyship so fond, To think, that you have aught but Talbots shadow, Whereon to practise your severity. Why? art not thou the man? I am indeed. Then have I substance too. No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here; For what you see, is but the smallest part, And least proportion of Humanity: I tell you Madame, were the whole Frame here, It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, Your Roof were not sufficient to contained. This is a Riddling Merchant for the nonce, He will be here, and yet he is not here: How can these contrarieties agree? That will I show you presently. How say you Madame? are you now persuaded, That Talbot is but shadow of himself? These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, With which he yoaketh your rebellious Necks, Razeth your Cities, and subverts your Towns, And in a moment makes them desolate. Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuse, I find thou art no less than Fame hath bruited, And more than may be gathered by thy shape. Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath, For I am sorry, that with reverence I did not entertain thee as thou art. Be not dismayed, fair Lady, nor misconstrue The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake The outward composition of his body. What you have done, hath not offended me: Nor other satisfaction do I crave, But only with your patience, that we may Taste of your Wine, and see what Cates you have, For Soldiers' stomacks always serve them well. With all my heart, and think me honoured, To feast so great a Warrior in my House. Great Lords and Gentlemen, What means this silence? Dare no man answer in a Case of Truth? Within the Temple Hall we were too loud, The Garden here is more convenient. Then say at once, if I maintained the Truth: Or else was wrangling Somerset in th' error?
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Madame, I haue beene bold to trouble you: But ſince your Ladyſhip is not at leyſure, Ile ſort ſome other time to viſit you. What meanes he now? Goe aske him, whither he goes? Stay my Lord Talbot, for my Lady craues, To know the cauſe of your abrupt departure? Marry, for that ſhee's in a wrong beleefe, I goe to certifie her Talbot's here. If thou be he, then art thou Priſoner. Priſoner? to whom? To me, blood-thirſtie Lord: And for that cauſe I trayn'd thee to my Houſe. Long time thy ſhadow hath been thrall to me, For in my Gallery thy Picture hangs: But now the ſubſtance ſhall endure the like, And I will chayne theſe Legges and Armes of thine, That haſt by Tyrannie theſe many yeeres Waſted our Countrey, ſlaine our Citizens, And ſent our Sonnes and Husbands captiuate. Ha, ha, ha. Laugheſt thou Wretch? Thy mirth ſhall turne to moane. I laugh to ſee your Ladyſhip ſo fond, To thinke, that you haue ought but Talbots ſhadow, Whereon to practiſe your ſeueritie. Why? art not thou the man? I am indeede. Then haue I ſubſtance too. No, no, I am but ſhadow of my ſelfe: You are deceiu'd, my ſubſtance is not here; For what you ſee, is but the ſmalleſt part, And leaſt proportion of Humanitie: I tell you Madame, were the whole Frame here, It is of ſuch a ſpacious loftie pitch, Your Roofe were not ſufficient to contayn't. This is a Riddling Merchant for the nonce, He will be here, and yet he is not here: How can theſe contrarieties agree? That will I ſhew you preſently. How ſay you Madame? are you now perſwaded, That Talbot is but ſhadow of himſelfe? Theſe are his ſubſtance, ſinewes, armes, and ſtrength, With which he yoaketh your rebellious Neckes, Razeth your Cities, and ſubuerts your Townes, And in a moment makes them deſolate. Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuſe, I finde thou art no leſſe then Fame hath bruited, And more then may be gathered by thy ſhape. Let my preſumption not prouoke thy wrath, For I am ſorry, that with reuerence I did not entertaine thee as thou art. Be not diſmay'd, faire Lady, nor miſconſter The minde of Talbot, as you did miſtake The outward compoſition of his body. What you haue done, hath not offended me: Nor other ſatisfaction doe I craue, But onely with your patience, that we may Taſte of your Wine, and ſee what Cates you haue, For Souldiers ſtomacks alwayes ſerue them well. With all my heart, and thinke me honored, To feaſt ſo great a Warrior in my Houſe. Great Lords and Gentlemen, What meanes this ſilence? Dare no man anſwer in a Caſe of Truth? Within the Temple Hall we were too lowd, The Garden here is more conuenient. Then ſay at once, if I maintain'd the Truth: Or elſe was wrangling Somerſet in th' error?