Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
News of some German victory belike, Or Britton overthrow. The Letters come from France. Why smiles your Majesty? So I smile, I should be afraid there's one In Arms Nimphidius. What armed against your Majesty? Our Lieutenant of the Province, Iulius Vindex. Who, that giddy Frenchman? His Province is disarmed my Lord, he hath No legion, not a soldier under him. One that by blood, and rapine would repair His state consumed in vanities, and lust. He would not find out three to follow him. More news my Lord. Is it of Vindex that thou hast to say? Vindex is up, and with him France in Arms. The Noble men, and people throng to th' cause, Money, and Armour, Cities do confer, The country doth send in provision Young men bring bodies, old men lead them forth, Ladies do coin their jewels into pay, The sickle now is framed into a sword, And drawing horses are to manage taught, France nothing doth but war, and fury breath. All this fierce talks, but Vindex doth rebel, And I will hang him. How long came you forth after the former messenger. four days, but by the benefit of sea, and weather, am arrived with him. How strong was Vindex at your coming forth? He was esteemed a hundred thousand. Men enough, And soldiers few enough. Tumultuary troops, undisciplined, Untrained in service, to waste victuals good, But when they come to look on wars black wounds, And but afar off see the face of death. It falls out for my empty coffers well, The spoil of such a large and goodly Province, Enriched with trade, and long enjoyed peace. What order will your Majesty have taken For levying forces to suppress this stir? What order should we take? we'll laugh, & drink, Thinkst thou it fit my pleasures be disturbed When any Frenchman list to break his neck? They have not heard of Piso's Fortune yet, Let that Tale fight with them. What order needs: your Majesty shall find This French heat quickly of itself grow cold. Come away. Nothing shall come that this night's sport shall stay. I wonder what makes him so confident In this revolt now grown unto a war, And ensigns in the field, when in the other, Being but a plot of a conspiracy, He showed himself so wretchedly dismayed, Faith, the right nature of a coward to set light Dangers that seem far off. Piso was here, Ready to enter at the Presence do't, And drag him out of his abused chair, And then he trembled; Vindex is in France, And many woods, and seas, and hills between. 'twas strange that Piso was so soon suppressed, Strange, strange indeed, for had he but come up, And taken the Court, in that affright and stir, While unresolved for whom, or what to do, Each on the other had in jealousy (While as appalled Majesty not yet Had time to set the countenance) he would Have hazarded the royal seat.
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Newes of ſome German victorie belike, Or Britton ouerthrow. The Letters come from France. Why ſmiles your Maieſtie? So I ſmile, I ſhould be afraid there's one In Armes Nimphidius. What arm'd againſt your Maieſtie? Our Lieuetenant of the Prouince, Iulius Vindex. Who, that guiddy French-man? His Prouince is diſarm'd my Lord, he hath No legion, not a ſouldier vnder him. One that by blood, and rapine would repaire His ſtate conſum'd in vanities, and luſt. He would not find out three to follow him. More newes my Lord. Is it of Vindex that thou haſt to ſay? Vindex is vp, and with him France in Armes. The Noble men, and people throng to th' cauſe, Money, and Armour, Cities doe conferre, The contrey doth ſend in prouiſion Yong men bring bodies, old men lead them forth, Ladies doe coine their Iewels into pay, The ſickle now is fram'd into a ſword, And drawing horſes are to manage taught, France nothing doth but warre, and fury breath. All this fierce talk's, but Vindex doth rebell, And I will hang him. How long came you forth after the former meſſenger. Foure dayes, but by the benefit of ſea, and weather, am arriued with him. How ſtrong was Ʋindex at your comming forth? He was eſteem'd a hundred thouſand. Men enough, And ſouldiours few enough. Tumultuary troopes, vndiſciplin'd, Vntrain'd in ſeruice, to waſt victuals good, But when they come to looke on warres blacke wounds, And but a farre off ſee the face of death. It falles out for my empty coffers well, The ſpoyle of ſuch a large and goodly Prouince, Enricht with trade, and long enioyed peace. What order will your Maieſtie haue taken For leuying forces to ſuppreſſe this ſtirre? What order ſhould we take? weele laugh, & drinke, Thinkſt thou it fit my pleaſures be diſturb'd When any French-man liſt to breake his necke? They haue not heard of Piſoes Fortune yet, Let that Tale fight with them. What order needs: your Maieſtie ſhall finde This French heat quickly of it ſelfe grow cold. Come away. Nothing ſhall come that this nights ſport ſhall ſtay. I wonder what makes him ſo confident In this reuolt now growne vnto a warre, And enſignes in the field, when in the other, Being but a plot of a conſpiracie, He ſhew'd himſelfe ſo wretchedly diſmaid, Faith, the right nature of a coward to ſet light Dangers that ſeeme farre off. Piſo was here, Ready to enter at the Preſence doote, And dragge him out of his abuſed chaire, And then he trembled; Vindex is in France, And many woods, and ſeas, and hills betweene. Twas ſtrange that Piſo was ſo ſoone ſuppreſt, Strange, ſtrange indeed, for had he but come vp, And taken the Court, in that affright and ſtirre, While vnreſolu'd for whom, or what to doe, Each on the other had in iealouſie (While as apaled Maieſtie not yet Had time to ſet the countenance) he would Haue hazarded the royall ſeat.