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 0.83 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
He Fables not, I hear the enemy: Out some light Horsemen, and peruse their Wings. O negligent and heedless Discipline, How are we parked and bounded in a pale? A little Herd of England's timorous Deer, Mazed with a yelping kennel of French Curs. If we be English Deer, be then in blood, Not Rascall-like to fall down with a pinch, But rather moody mad: And desperate Stags, Turn on the bloody Hounds with heads of Steel, And make the Cowards stand aloof at bay: Sell every man his life as dear as mine, And they shall find dear Deer of us my Friends. God, and S. George, Talbot and England's right, Prosper our Colours in this dangerous fight. Are not the speedy scouts returned again, That dogged the mighty Army of the Dolphin? They are returned my Lord, and give it out, That he is marched to Bordeaux with his power To fight with Talbot as he marched along. By your espyals were discovered Two mightier Troops then that the Dolphin led, Which joined with him, and made their march for Bordeaux A plague upon that Villain Somerset, That thus delays my promised supply Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege. Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid, And I am lowted by a Traitor Villain, And cannot help the noble Chevalier: God comfort him in this necessity: If he miscarry, farewell Wars in France. Thou Princely Leader of our English strength, Never so needful on the earth of France, Spur to the rescue of the Noble Talbot, Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron, And hemmed about with grim destruction: To Bordeaux warlike Duke, to Bordeaux York, Else farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour. O God, that Somerset who in proud heart Doth stop my Cornets, were in Talbots place, So should we save a valiant Gentleman, By forteyting a Traitor, and a Coward: Mad ire, and wrathful fury makes me weep, That thus we die, while remiss Traitors sleep. O send some succour to the distressed Lord. He dies, we lose: I break my warlike word: We mourn, France smiles: We lose, they daily get, All long of this vile Traitor Somerset. Then God take mercy on brave Talbots soul, And on his Son young Iohn, who two hours since, I met in travail toward his warlike Father; This seven years did not Talbot see his son, And now they meet where both their lives are done. Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have, To bid his young son welcome to his Grave: Away, vexation almost stops my breath, That sundered friends greet in the hour of death. Lucy farewell, no more my fortune can, But curse the cause I cannot aid the man. Maine, Bloys, Poytiers, and Toures, are won away, Long all of Somerset, and his delay.
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He Fables not, I heare the enemie: Out ſome light Horſemen, and peruſe their Wings. O negligent and heedleſſe Diſcipline, How are we park'd and bounded in a pale? A little Heard of Englands timorous Deere, Maz'd with a yelping kennell of French Curres. If we be Engliſh Deere, be then in blood, Not Raſcall-like to fall downe with a pinch, But rather moodie mad: And deſperate Stagges, Turne on the bloody Hounds with heads of Steele, And make the Cowards ſtand aloofe at bay: Sell euery man his life as deere as mine, And they ſhall finde deere Deere of vs my Friends. God, and S. George, Talbot and Englands right, Proſper our Colours in this dangerous fight. Are not the ſpeedy ſcouts return'd againe, That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin? They are return'd my Lord, and giue it out, That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power To fight with Talbot as he march'd along. By your eſpyals were diſcouered Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led, Which ioyn'd with him, and made their march for Burdeaux A plague vpon that Villaine Somerſet, That thus delayes my promiſed ſupply Of horſemen, that were leuied for this ſiege. Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde, And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine, And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier: God comfort him in this neceſſity: If he miſcarry, farewell Warres in France. Thou Princely Leader of our Engliſh ſtrength, Neuer ſo needfull on the earth of France, Spurre to the reſcue of the Noble Talbot, Who now is girdled with a waſte of Iron, And hem'd about with grim deſtruction: To Burdeaux warlike Duke, to Burdeaux Yorke, Elſe farwell Talbot, France, and Englands honor. O God, that Somerſet who in proud heart Doth ſtop my Cornets, were in Talbots place, So ſhould wee ſaue a valiant Gentleman, By forteyting a Traitor, and a Coward: Mad ire, and wrathfull fury makes me weepe, That thus we dye, while remiſſe Traitors ſleepe. O ſend ſome ſuccour to the diſtreſt Lord. He dies, we looſe: I breake my warlike word: We mourne, France ſmiles: We looſe, they dayly get, All long of this vile Traitor Somerſet. Then God take mercy on braue Talbots ſoule, And on his Sonne yong Iohn, who two houres ſince, I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father; This ſeuen yeeres did not Talbot ſee his ſonne, And now they meete where both their liues are done. Alas, what ioy ſhall noble Talbot haue, To bid his yong ſonne welcome to his Graue: Away, vexation almoſt ſtoppes my breath, That ſundred friends greete in the houre of death. Lucie farewell, no more my fortune can, But curſe the cauſe I cannot ayde the man. Maine, Bloys, Poytiers, and Toures, are wonne away, Long all of Somerſet, and his delay.