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 0.82 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
I speak not to that railing Hecate, But unto thee Alencon, and the rest. Will ye, like Soldiers, come and fight it out? Signior no. Signior hang: base Muleteers of France, Like Peasant footboys do they keep the Walls, And dare not take up Arms, like Gentlemen. Away Captains, let's get us from the Walls, For Talbot means no goodness by his Looks. God b'uy my Lord, we came but to tell you That we are here. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Or else reproach be Talbots greatest fame. Vow Burgonie, by honour of thy House, Pricked on by public Wrongs sustained in France, Either to get the Town again, or dye. And I, as sure as English Henry lives, And as his Father here was Conqueror; As sure as in this late betrayed Town, Great Cordelion's Heart was buried; So sure I swear, to get the Town, or dye. My Vows are equal partners with thy Vows. But ere we go, regard this dying Prince, The valiant Duke of Bedford: Come my Lord, We will bestow you in some better place, Fit for sickness, and for crazy age. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: Here will I sit, before the Walls of Rouen, And will be partner of your weal or woe. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you. Not to be gone from hence: for once I read, That stout Pendragon, in his Litter sick, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes. Me thinks I should revive the Soldiers hearts, Because I ever found them as myself. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast, Then be it so: Heavens keep old Bedford safe. And now no more ado, brave Burgonie, But gather we our Forces out of hand, And set upon our boasting Enemy. Whither away Sir Iohn Falstaff, in such haste? Whither away? to save myself by flight, We are like to have the overthrow again. What? will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot? I, all the Talbots in the World, to save my life. Cowardly Knight, ill fortune follow thee. Now quiet Soul, depart when Heaven please, For I have seen our Enemy's overthrow. What is the trust or strength of foolish man? They that of late were daring with their scoffs, Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. Lost, and recovered in a day again, This is a double Honour, Burgonie: Yet Heavens have glory for this Victory. Warlike and Martial Talbot, Burgonie Enshrines thee in his heart, and there erects Thy noble Deeds, as Valour's Monuments. Thanks gentle Duke: but where is Pucel now? I think her old Familiar is asleep. Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his glikes? What all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief, That such a valiant Company are fled. Now will we take some order in the Town, Placing therein some expert Officers, And then depart to Paris, to the King, For there young Henry with his Nobles lie.
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I ſpeake not to that rayling Hecate, But vnto thee Alanſon, and the reſt. Will ye, like Souldiors, come and fight it out? Seignior no. Seignior hang: baſe Muleters of France, Like Peſant foot-Boyes doe they keepe the Walls, And dare not take vp Armes, like Gentlemen. Away Captaines, let's get vs from the Walls, For Talbot meanes no goodneſſe by his Lookes. God b'uy my Lord, we came but to tell you That wee are here. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Or elſe reproach be Talbots greateſt fame. Vow Burgonie, by honor of thy Houſe, Prickt on by publike Wrongs ſuſtain'd in France, Either to get the Towne againe, or dye. And I, as ſure as Engliſh Henry liues, And as his Father here was Conqueror; As ſure as in this late betrayed Towne, Great Cordelions Heart was buryed; So ſure I ſweare, to get the Towne, or dye. My Vowes are equall partners with thy Vowes. But ere we goe, regard this dying Prince, The valiant Duke of Bedford: Come my Lord, We will beſtow you in ſome better place, Fitter for ſickneſſe, and for craſie age. Lord Talbot, doe not ſo diſhonour me: Here will I ſit, before the Walls of Roan, And will be partner of your weale or woe. Couragious Bedford, let vs now perſwade you. Not to be gone from hence: for once I read, That ſtout Pendragon, in his Litter ſick, Came to the field, and vanquiſhed his foes. Me thinkes I ſhould reuiue the Souldiors hearts, Becauſe I euer found them as my ſelfe. Vndaunted ſpirit in a dying breaſt, Then be it ſo: Heauens keepe old Bedford ſafe. And now no more adoe, braue Burgonie, But gather we our Forces out of hand, And ſet vpon our boaſting Enemie. Whither away Sir Iohn Falſtaffe, in ſuch haſte? Whither away? to ſaue my ſelfe by flight, We are like to haue the ouerthrow againe. What? will you flye, and leaue Lord Talbot? I, all the Talbots in the World, to ſaue my life. Cowardly Knight, ill fortune follow thee. Now quiet Soule, depart when Heauen pleaſe, For I haue ſeene our Enemies ouerthrow. What is the truſt or ſtrength of fooliſh man? They that of late were daring with their ſcoffes, Are glad and faine by flight to ſaue themſelues. Loſt, and recouered in a day againe, This is a double Honor, Burgonie: Yet Heauens haue glory for this Victorie. Warlike and Martiall Talbot, Burgonie Inſhrines thee in his heart, and there erects Thy noble Deeds, as Valors Monuments. Thanks gentle Duke: but where is Pucel now? I thinke her old Familiar is aſleepe. Now where's the Baſtards braues, and Charles his glikes? What all amort? Roan hangs her head for griefe, That ſuch a valiant Company are fled. Now will we take ſome order in the Towne, Placing therein ſome expert Officers, And then depart to Paris, to the King, For there young Henry with his Nobles lye.