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 0.84 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Your private grudge my Lord of York, will out, Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men, When for so slight and frivolous a cause, Such factious aemulations shall arise? Good Cousins both of York and Somerset, Quiet yourselves (I pray) and be at peace. Let this dissension first be tried by fight, And then your Highness shall command a Peace. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone, Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then. There is my pledge, accept it Somerset. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. Confirm it so, mine honourable Lord. Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife, And perish ye with your audacious prate, Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed With this immodest clamorous outrage, To trouble and disturb the King, and Us? And you my Lords, me thinks you do not well To bear with their perverse Objections: Much less to take occasion from their mouths, To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves. Let me persuade you take a better course. It grieves his Highness, Good my Lords, be Friends. Come hither you that would be Combatants: Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour, Quite to forget this Quarrel, and the cause. And you my Lords: Remember where we are, In France, amongst a fickle wavering Nation: If they perceive dissension in our looks, And that within ourselves we disagree; How will their grudging stomachs be provoked To wilful Disobedience, and Rebel? Beside, What infamy will there arise, When Foreign Princes shall be certified, That for a toy, a thing of no regard, King Henry's Peers, and chief Nobility, Destroyed themselves, and lost the Realm of France? Oh think upon the Conquest of my Father, My tender years, and let us not forgo That for a trifle, that was bought with blood. Let me be Vmper in this doubtful strife: I see no reason if I wear this Rose, That any one should therefore be suspicious I more incline to Somerset, than York: Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both. As well they may vpbrayed me with my Crown, Because (forsooth) the King of Scots is Crowned. But your discretions better can persuade, Then I am able to instruct or teach: And therefore, as we hither came in peace, So let us still continue peace, and love. Cousin of York, we institute your Grace To be our Regent in these parts of France: And good my Lord of Somerset, unite Your Troops of horsemen, with his Bands of foot, And like true Subjects, sons of your Progenitors, Go cheerfully together, and digest Your angry Choler on your Enemies. Ourself, my Lord Protector, and the rest, After some respite, will return to Calais; From thence to England, where I hope ere long To be presented by your Victories, With Charles, Alanson, and that Traitorous rout.
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Your priuate grudge my Lord of York, wil out, Though ne're ſo cunningly you ſmother it. Good Lord, what madneſſe rules in braineſicke men, When for ſo ſlight and friuolous a cauſe, Such factious aemulations ſhall ariſe? Good Coſins both of Yorke and Somerſet, Quiet your ſelues (I pray) and be at peace. Let this diſſention firſt be tried by fight, And then your Highneſſe ſhall command a Peace. The quarrell toucheth none but vs alone, Betwixt our ſelues let vs decide it then. There is my pledge, accept it Somerſet. Nay, let it reſt where it began at firſt. Confirme it ſo, mine honourable Lord. Confirme it ſo? Confounded be your ſtrife, And periſh ye with your audacious prate, Preſumptuous vaſſals, are you not aſham'd With this immodeſt clamorous outrage, To trouble and diſturbe the King, and Vs? And you my Lords, me thinkes you do not well To beare with their peruerſe Obiections: Much leſſe to take occaſion from their mouthes, To raiſe a mutiny betwixt your ſelues. Let me perſwade you take a better courſe. It greeues his Highneſſe, Good my Lords, be Friends. Come hither you that would be Combatants: Henceforth I charge you, as you loue our fauour, Quite to forget this Quarrell, and the cauſe. And you my Lords: Remember where we are, In France, amongſt a fickle wauering Nation: If they perceyue diſſention in our lookes, And that within our ſelues we diſagree; How will their grudging ſtomackes be prouok'd To wilfull Diſobedience, and Rebell? Beſide, What infamy will there ariſe, When Forraigne Princes ſhall be certified, That for a toy, a thing of no regard, King Henries Peeres, and cheefe Nobility, Deſtroy'd themſelues, and loſt the Realme of France? Oh thinke vpon the Conqueſt of my Father, My tender yeares, and let vs not forgoe That for a trifle, that was bought with blood. Let me be Vmper in this doubtfull ſtrife: I ſee no reaſon if I weare this Roſe, That any one ſhould therefore be ſuſpitious I more incline to Somerſet, than Yorke: Both are my kinſmen, and I loue them both. As well they may vpbray'd me with my Crowne, Becauſe (forſooth) the King of Scots is Crown'd. But your diſcretions better can perſwade, Then I am able to inſtruct or teach: And therefore, as we hither came in peace, So let vs ſtill continue peace, and loue. Coſin of Yorke, we inſtitute your Grace To be our Regent in theſe parts of France: And good my Lord of Somerſet, vnite Your Troopes of horſemen, with his Bands of foote, And like true Subiects, ſonnes of your Progenitors, Go cheerefully together, and digeſt Your angry Choller on your Enemies. Our Selfe, my Lord Protector, and the reſt, After ſome reſpit, will returne to Calice; From thence to England, where I hope ere long To be preſented by your Victories, With Charles, Alanſon, and that Traiterous rout.