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 · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Either she hath bewitched me with her words, Or Nature makes me suddenly relent. Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee, Doubting thy Birth and lawful Progeny. Who ioyn'st thou with, but with a Lordly Nation, That will not trust thee, but for profits sake? When Talbot hath set footing once in France, And fashioned thee that Instrument of Ill, Who then, but English Henry, will be Lord, And thou be thrust out, like a Fugitive? Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof: Was not the Duke of Orleans thy Foe? And was he not in England Prisoner? But when they heard he was thine Enemy, They set him free, without his Ransom paid, In spite of Burgonie and all his friends. See then, thou fightest against thy Countrymen, And ioyn'st with them will be thy slaughtermen. Come, come, return; return thou wandering Lord, Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms. I am vanquished: These haughty words of hers Have battered me like roaring Canonshot, And made me almost yield upon my knees. Forgive me Country, and sweet Countrymen: And Lords accept this hearty kind embrace. My Forces and my Power of Men are yours. So farewell Talbot, I'll no longer trust thee. Done like a Frenchman: turn and turn again. Welcome brave Duke, thy friendship makes us fresh. And doth beget new Courage in our Breasts. Pucell hath bravely played her part in this, And doth deserve a Coronet of Gold. Now let us on, my Lords, And join our Powers, And seek how we may prejudice the Foe. My gracious Prince, and honourable Peers, Hearing of your arrival in this Realm, I have a while given Truce unto my Wars, To do my duty to my Sovereign. In sign whereof, this Arm, that hath reclaimed To your obedience, fifty Fortresses, Twelve Cities, and seven walled Towns of strength, Beside five hundred Prisoners of esteem; Let's fall his Sword before your highness' feet: And with submissive loyalty of heart Ascribes the Glory of his Conquest got, First to my God, and next unto your Grace. Is this the Lord Talbot, Uncle Gloucester, That hath so long been resident in France? Yes, if it please your Majesty, my Liege. Welcome brave Captain, and victorious Lord. When I was young (as yet I am not old) I do remember how my Father said, A stouter Champion never handled Sword. Long since we were resolved of your truth, Your faithful service, and your toil in War: Yet never have you tasted our Reward, Or been reguerdoned with so much as Thanks, Because till now, we never saw your face. Therefore stand up, and for these good deserts, We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury, And in our Coronation take your place.
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Either ſhe hath bewitcht me with her words, Or Nature makes me ſuddenly relent. Beſides, all French and France exclaimes on thee, Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie. Who ioyn'ſt thou with, but with a Lordly Nation, That will not truſt thee, but for profits ſake? When Talbot hath ſet footing once in France, And faſhion'd thee that Inſtrument of Ill, Who then, but Engliſh Henry, will be Lord, And thou be thruſt out, like a Fugitiue? Call we to minde, and marke but this for proofe: Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe? And was he not in England Priſoner? But when they heard he was thine Enemie, They ſet him free, without his Ranſome pay'd, In ſpight of Burgonie and all his friends. See then, thou fight'ſt againſt thy Countreymen, And ioyn'ſt with them will be thy ſlaughter-men. Come, come, returne; returne thou wandering Lord, Charles and the reſt will take thee in their armes. I am vanquiſhed: Theſe haughtie wordes of hers Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon-ſhot, And made me almoſt yeeld vpon my knees. Forgiue me Countrey, and ſweet Countreymen: And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace. My Forces and my Power of Men are yours. So farwell Talbot, Ile no longer truſt thee. Done like a Frenchman: turne and turne againe. Welcome braue Duke, thy friendſhip makes vs freſh. And doth beget new Courage in our Breaſts. Pucell hath brauely play'd her part in this, And doth deſerue a Coronet of Gold. Now let vs on, my Lords, And ioyne our Powers, And ſeeke how we may preiudice the Foe. My gracious Prince, and honorable Peeres, Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme, I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warres, To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne. In ſigne whereof, this Arme, that hath reclaym'd To your obedience, fiftie Fortreſſes, Twelue Cities, and ſeuen walled Townes of ſtrength, Beſide fiue hundred Priſoners of eſteeme; Lets fall his Sword before your Highneſſe feet: And with ſubmiſſiue loyaltie of heart Aſcribes the Glory of his Conqueſt got, Firſt to my God, and next vnto your Grace. Is this the Lord Talbot, Vnckle Glouceſter, That hath ſo long beene reſident in France? Yes, if it pleaſe your Maieſtie, my Liege▪ Welcome braue Captaine, and victorious Lord. When I was young (as yet I am not old) I doe remember how my Father ſaid, A ſtouter Champion neuer handled Sword. Long ſince we were reſolued of your truth, Your faithfull ſeruice, and your toyle in Warre: Yet neuer haue you taſted our Reward, Or beene reguerdon'd with ſo much as Thanks, Becauſe till now, we neuer ſaw your face. Therefore ſtand vp, and for theſe good deſerts, We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury, And in our Coronation take your place.