Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William / Nashe, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
My Lord of York, I promise you the King Prettily (me thought) did play the Orator.) And so he did, but yet I like it not, In that he wears the badge of Somerset. Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not, I dare presume (sweet Prince) he thought no harm. And if I wish he did. But let it rest, Other affairs must now be managed. Well didst thou Richard to suppress thy voice: For had the passions of thy heart burst out, I fear we should have seen deciphered there More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils, Then yet can be imagined or supposed: But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees This jarring discord of Nobility, This shouldering of each other in the Court, This factious bandying of their Favourites, But that it doth presage some ill event. 'Tis much, when Sceptres are in children's hands: But more, when Envy breeds unkind division, There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. Go to the Gates of Bordeaux Trumpeter, Summon their General unto the Wall. English Iohn Talbot (Captains) call you forth, Servant in Arms to Harry King of England, And thus he would. Open your City Gates, Be humble to us, call my Sovereign yours, And do him homage as obedient Subjects, And I'll withdraw me, and my bloody power. But if you frown upon this proffered Peace, You tempt the fury of my three attendants, Lean Famine, quartering Steel, and climbing Fire, Who in a moment, even with the earth, Shall lay your stately, and ayre-braving Towers, If you forsake the offer of their love. Thou ominous and fearful Owl of death, Our Nation's terror, and their bloody scourge, The period of thy Tyranny approacheth, On us thou canst not enter but by death: For I protest we are well fortified, And strong enough to issue out and fight. If thou retire, the Dolphin well appointed, Stands with the snares of War to tangle thee. On either hand thee, there are squadrons pitched, To wall thee from the liberty of Flight; And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, But death doth front thee with apparent spoil, And pale destruction meets thee in the face: Ten thousand French have ta'en the Sacrament, To rive their dangerous Artillery Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot: Lo, there thou stand'st a breathing valiant man Of an invincible unconquered spirit: This is the latest Glory of thy praise, That I thy enemy due thee withal: For ere the Glass that now begins to run, Finish the process of his sandy hour, These eyes that see thee now well coloured, Shall see thee withered, bloody, pale, and dead. Hark, hark, the Dolphin's drum, a warning bell, Sings heavy Music to thy timorous soul, And mine shall ring thy dire departure out,
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My Lord of Yorke, I promiſe you the King Prettily (me thought) did play the Orator.) And ſo he did, but yet I like it not, In that he weares the badge of Somerſet. Tuſh, that was but his fancie, blame him not, I dare preſume (ſweet Prince) he thought no harme. And if I wiſh he did. But let it reſt, Other affayres muſt now be managed. Well didſt thou Richard to ſuppreſſe thy voice: For had the paſſions of thy heart burſt out, I feare we ſhould haue ſeene decipher'd there More rancorous ſpight, more furious raging broyles, Then yet can be imagin'd or ſuppos'd: But howſoere, no ſimple man that ſees This iarring diſcord of Nobilitie, This ſhouldering of each other in the Court, This factious bandying of their Fauourites, But that it doth preſage ſome ill euent. 'Tis much, when Scepters are in Childrens hands: But more, when Enuy breeds vnkinde deuiſion, There comes the ruine, there begins confuſion. Go to the Gates of Burdeaux Trumpeter, Summon their Generall vnto the Wall. Engliſh Iohn Talbot (Captaines) call you forth, Seruant in Armes to Harry King of England, And thus he would. Open your Citie Gates, Be humble to vs, call my Soueraigne yours, And do him homage as obedient Subiects, And Ile withdraw me, and my bloody power. But if you frowne vpon this proffer'd Peace, You tempt the fury of my three attendants, Leane Famine, quartering Steele, and climbing Fire, Who in a moment, eeuen with the earth, Shall lay your ſtately, and ayre-brauing Towers, If you forſake the offer of their loue. Thou ominous and fearefull Owle of death, Our Nations terror, and their bloody ſcourge, The period of thy Tyranny approacheth, On vs thou canſt not enter but by death: For I proteſt we are well fortified, And ſtrong enough to iſſue out and fight. If thou retire, the Dolphin well appointed, Stands with the ſnares of Warre to tangle thee. On either hand thee, there are ſquadrons pitcht, To wall thee from the liberty of Flight; And no way canſt thou turne thee for redreſſe, But death doth front thee with apparant ſpoyle, And pale deſtruction meets thee in the face: Ten thouſand French haue tane the Sacrament, To ryue their dangerous Artillerie Vpon no Chriſtian ſoule but Engliſh Talbot: Loe, there thou ſtandſt a breathing valiant man Of an inuincible vnconquer'd ſpirit: This is the lateſt Glorie of thy praiſe, That I thy enemy dew thee withall: For ere the Glaſſe that now begins to runne, Finiſh the proceſſe of his ſandy houre, Theſe eyes that ſee thee now well coloured, Shall ſee thee withered, bloody, pale, and dead. Harke, harke, the Dolphins drumme, a warning bell, Sings heauy Muſicke to thy timorous ſoule, And mine ſhall ring thy dire departure out,